DISCLAIMERS
1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by DC Comics. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.
2. This is a femmslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.
PART 5
Harley sat impatiently in the Arkham commissary. It had been two days since her and Ivy's failed attack on Selina and her witch, but that was the furthest thing from the blonde's mind now.
She had not seen her Ivy since the Black Canary and Huntress dumped them at the asylum's reception desk. By then she had awoken, and noticed Ivy never looked at her. Then the orderlies saw the plant woman and gasped, before leading her away towards the building's medical area. Even then, Harley never got a farewell glance from her love.
To say Harley was distressed would be an understatement. Ivy was the most important thing in her life. Even "Mr. J" could not compare to the unconditional love she shared with her Red. It had taken a long, long time, but even Harley eventually realised it was Ivy, not the Joker, who she had to be with. So to have Ivy actively avoid her was heartbreaking. Harley knew she had been released from the medical bay the next day... so the redhead was deliberately staying away from her. Even when they were in separate cells, they were able to briefly communicate - though the wardens never knew - but now, Ivy had broken all contact.
However, Harley would see her beloved here. This was the asylum's mandatory recreation time - once a week, the inmates were required to gather and mingle in the commissary. The reason Dr. Arkham gave was "to provide the inmates with mental stability and interpersonal relations." Harley knew the Bat had tried to have the practice shelved more than once. But so far, he had been unsuccessful... and many a plot had been hatched between inmates.
Harley kept her eyes locked on the room's entrance, until finally Ivy appeared. The blonde shot up and went as fast as she could without arising the guards' attentions. As she approached her, Harley saw Ivy go towards an empty corner, facing the walls. "Red!" Harley cried when she reached her. "What the hell's goin' on?"
Ivy kept her back to her. "Harl, please... leave me alone."
The former psychiatrist blinked. "Red, I was worried sick! I haven't heard from you in two days! What's wrong? Why were you at the doctors' so long? They only had to reset your nose. Why... why won't you look at me?"
"Please, Harley," came the response. "Go. I... I can't face you now."
Harley's eyes watered. "Why not? Are you mad at me? Don't you love me no more?"
Ivy visibly shivered. "Of course I do. But please... leave. I'll... I'll be in contact... soon."
"Fuck that!" exclaimed Harley, and spun Ivy around to face her. Even then, her green-skinned goddess kept her face turned away, her red hair providing a cover. "What's wrong, Red? Please... tell me! If you love me, tell me!"
"No!" shouted Ivy, garnering a few looks from those around. "Stay away from me, please. I... I can't face you now."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," Harley said. Ivy remained silent.
"Pamela." Ivy shivered again. Harley only ever used her real name when she was dead serious.
Harley took the moment of surprise and grabbed Ivy's head, forcing the redhead to face her. What she saw almost made her scream.
Ivy had five claw marks on her face, from her hairline all the way to the bottom of her chin. Though stitched closed, the gashes were deep and still blood red. Harley could tell they had been almost to the bone.
"No!" screamed Ivy. "Don't look at me! Please!"
Tears poured down Harley's face. "Red... why... why didn't you tell me?"
Ivy was crying herself. She tried to turn away, but Harley kept her in place. "I... I didn't want you to see me like this..." whined Ivy. "Please, stop. You can't see me like this!"
Harley was nearly in a state of shock. She simply stared at her lover. "I... was ashamed," Ivy whispered. "I... I only ever want to be beautiful to you... "
After a few seconds, Harley stroked Ivy's cheek. Ivy looked at her, confused.
"You could be nothin' but," breathed Harley, before planting a deep kiss on her beloved's lips...
TO BE CONCLUDED