Chapter 2
Ivy awoke. It was another morning. Night Shade's green head perked up from the other side of the bed and looked over at Ivy, almost grinning at her. Ivy looked over at her desk. The picture of her and Harley shined bright. She looked to her left to see if maybe her friend was beside her as she had been for a year. Nothing... She wasn't. She was gone. She wasn't coming back either. She was gone. She was off telling her story to the world. She was doing what she was put on this earth to do. She was a strong woman.
Ivy went to the kitchen by the phone. Would she call today? Probably not... She had not called the day before or the day before. She'd seemingly forgotten. It had only been two weeks since she left. Still, the lack of Harley made her compound lifeless. Harley always had a story to tell. She always had a way to make Ivy smile. She always had a joke.
Ivy went out to the table to see the piece of paper Harley left for her.
What did the big flower say to the small flower?
What's up, bud?
A smile came across her face. It was stupid. They always were. Harley's gags were always dumb, but entertaining. She looked at the walls of her compound. Was this any better than Arkham? Was it? It was the same. It was her own little Arkham. It was her Arkham away from Arkham. That's what Harley fixed... That's what she changed. She made her life fun. She made her laugh. She made her cry. She made her feel. She made her live.
How had she forgotten so fast? The slept together. They showered together. Hell, they fucked once. How had she forgotten all of that in three weeks. Did any of it even matter to her at all.
'Damn it, Pam... Pull yourself together. What the fuck is going on with you?' she thought to herself.
Was it right to be mad at the world? It was mean to the plants but it was taking Harley from her. It seemed all they had were memories. She had memories of their meeting, of kicking that piece of shit clown in the gut, of stealing Bruce Wayne's credit card and going through shopping sprees in the city. It's funny. By changing Harley, she changed herself at the same time. Harley made her see a different side to things. She looked down at her necklace with Harley's picture inside. Her eyes were bright. That smile of hers always lit up the room.
Thinking about it was doing her no favors perhaps a walk around would do her some good. Ivy went over to the front door of her compound, put her hand on the door knob and gave it a slow twist. The outside air hit her like a ton of bricks. She had now felt the breeze against her pale skin since her last encounter with Batman. The warm night that it was back then contrasted greatly with the chillier air it was now. The sun was bright though, which made her heart blossom. She knew her babies like that. The sun would feed them and they would grow strong. She watched the beautiful maple trees slightly dance with the wind as some of their leaves began falling to the ground below. One red leaf began blowing through the wind. It was red... She immediately of thought of Harley's ridiculous clown suit seeing it.
Ivy's gaze hit it the second it began falling. She smiled at it and began running towards it. She wanted it. She would take care of it, make sure that it would never lose its red colors, and give it to Harley when she came back. She'd like that. She always liked red, even after he ruined it for her. The leaf went into a nearby section of woods where Ivy lost track of it. She looked back, her compound barley in view anymore before looking at the woods.
Something felt off. The air suddenly went chilly. Ivy stood, not knowing if she should turn around and run or further go forward. It had been so long since she had gone this far from the compound. Her instinct told her to run, and run she was about to do when she felt her legs freeze up by the sound of menacing cackle filling the air. It seemed to bounce off of every tree beside her and their leaves stopped dancing when it was heard. Ivy, still wanting to move, found that she couldn't even twitch. Paralysis overtook her. She knew who it was already. Seeing the purple suit, white skin, and green hair was a formality. She turned her head. He wasn't there.
"J-J-" she found herself stuttering, his name on the tip of her tongue.
He was dead. He had to be. It's all any one talked about for the past year. He was dead. He went and got himself killed by Deadshot. That's all anyone would say. How was he?"
Ivy couldn't find the words in her own head at a fast enough speed. Any thought she had disappeared from her head instantly when she heard his laugh again. But something about it was... different. It sounded softer. He sounded in... agony? No... Impossible... He never felt that. Ivy heard his laugh again behind the tree to her left. He let out a soft cough before coming out from behind the tree. His hair was a disheveled mess. His green shirt torn and falling off, his upper body entirely exposed. His suit jacket seemed mostly in tact with the exception of a few holes here and there. "HAHA" was written in blood upon his chest and down to his surprisingly athletic figure. His physique was nothing compared to Batman's, but was more than Ivy was expecting. His face was tainted with a deep laceration down the side of his face.
He looked almost distraught. Ivy would have bought it if it was anyone else. He spoke to her, laughter in between every word.
"P-Please... H-help m-me..." He then dropped to his knees and fell over on his side, a smile on his face.
Ivy looked around and then looked down at his body. He was still breathing.
'Let him die,' Ivy told herself. 'He's up to no good. He always is.'
But... if he somehow survived... he'd be free again. No... that wouldn't happen. He'd never be free again. Ivy would see to that. She'd make sure she'd never see the sun again. As much as she wanted to just take a rock and kill him with it, she had to make sure it was really him. She had to talk to him... She had to look into his eyes. She had to see the nothingness in them as she took his life. She may have tried to get better, but there was only one person that brought the worst out of her...
