Ivy had tried speaking to Harley through the gap in their wall when she was returned to her cell, but Harley had replaced the brick and resolutely ignored her. No amount of reasoning on Ivy's part made the slightest difference, not that it ever did. And she had to admit, Joker had planned this one out pretty nicely. Besides the fact that it was utterly preposterous that anyone but Harley would ever find the Joker attractive, cruel, selfish, evil, murdering, psychotic creep that he was, it was a believable lie. It made a kind of sense. It was ironic, really, thought Ivy, glumly, that the symptoms of the bitterest hate could also be mistaken for the deepest love. Maybe deep down they were part of the same thing – two sides of the same coin, as Harvey might say.

As philosophical as this was, it wasn't helping anything. "Harley!" shouted Ivy again, for the thousandth time, banging on the wall. "Harley, please listen to me! You know me! I've always been honest with you! I've told you everything, stuff I've never told anyone else, y'know, about my feelings! Most people don't even think I have feelings! I only chose to share those things with you because I care about you deeply! Can you honestly believe I was just pretending this whole time? Just using you to try to get to Joker? Think, Harley! Does that sound right to you?"

She was surprised to hear the stone move. "You calling Mr. J a liar?" Harley muttered.

"Yes!" shouted Ivy. "You know he's a liar! He's lied countless times to everyone, including you! From the moment you met, in fact! He thinks he's a comedian, and he uses whatever material will work for whatever audience he has at the time! And he's lying now, putting on a great act, but it is an act, Harley! You have to trust me!"

"Why would he be putting on an act?" asked Harley. "When he knows how much it would hurt me?"

"Because he's a sick bastard and thinks this is funny!" shouted Ivy. "Because he's cruel and monstrous and cares more about his stupid jokes than your feelings!"

"What were you doing kissing him earlier then?" demanded Harley, suddenly furious.

"He kissed me!" she shouted. "I was trying to get the hell away from him!"

Harley's face darkened. "You're lying, Ivy!" she hissed. "Mr. J would never voluntarily kiss anyone but me! I'm his one and only gal, he's told me that a thousand times! You expect me to believe he was lying all those times?! You expect me to believe he doesn't love me?!"

"He doesn't love you, Harley!" shrieked Ivy. "God, why can't you see that when everyone else can?! He doesn't love anyone except himself! He's a disgusting, twisted, evil, murdering, psychotic creep and he doesn't love you!"

Harley clapped her hands to her ears. "Shut up!" she screamed. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, Ivy! You hear me?! Just shut your goddamn mouth! You and the Bat and the doctors and everyone else, just shut up! Don't talk about things you don't understand! What would you know about him?! What would any of you know about him, the real him?! He does love me, Ivy, he does! Me and only me! I'm special to him, extra special, not like everyone else! Get that through your thick skull, and stay away from us! You stupid, lying, backstabbing tramp!"

She replaced the stone firmly. Ivy pounded on it, realizing it wouldn't do any good, but mad from desperation. She couldn't believe this was happening – that her best friend was rejecting her all because of some stupid misunderstanding engineered by that evil bastard. Harley and her had fought before, as friends do, but Harley had always forgiven her. But she knew Harley's obsessive personality would never let her forgive something like this, not something involving Mr. J. Harvey was right – the best friend was going to lose.

She was suddenly seized from behind by her hair and a hand was clapped over her mouth. A gloved hand.

"Do I know my Harley girl or what?" chuckled a mocking voice. "How does it feel, Pammie?" he hissed into her ear. "How does it feel to have the ground ripped out from under you, to have your world turned topsy-turvy, to have your image completely shattered? You started this, you stupid bitch, but I'm going to finish it. Once and for all, I'm going to finish it. Not me, personally, though," he laughed. "Harley's going to do it for me. She's going to stand calmly in front of you and blow your brains out. And the last thing you'll ever hear will be me laughing."

While he was speaking, he was tying and gagging her, and then set her on the ground facing the window. "Enjoy the show, Pammie," he said, patting her head.

Ivy watched as he slipped out of her cell and crept down the hall to his own. She struggled and strained against the ropes. She didn't know what exactly Joker had meant by enjoying the show, but she knew it couldn't be good for her, and she didn't want to wait around helplessly to find out.

She was suddenly arrested by a huge explosion to her left. It must have come from the next cell down, but it seemed close enough to have come from hers. She was blinded by the light for several seconds, but when her vision returned to normal, she looked out the window of her cell. And had to blink again, not trusting her own eyes.

She saw herself walking down the corridor. It was a novel experience, seeing herself, Poison Ivy, from the outside. It was like she had a double, an identical twin, or…

Clayface. It hit her suddenly. But why? Why would Clayface be impersonating her? And this time the realization hit her right in the pick of her stomach, making her grow cold with dread.

She was right. She watched herself stride over to Joker's cell, bust open the door, and appear in the hallway a few moments later dragging a struggling and bound Joker behind her.

"Puddin'!" shrieked Harley, watching from her cell. "Ivy, no, leave him alone!"

"Sorry, Harley," said fake Poison Ivy, going up the glass and smiling. "He's my puddin' now. I feel kinda bad about using you all these years, but I'm the kinda girl who gets what I want, no matter what. See you later, baby. C'mon, Mr. J."

"Harley, don't worry, I'll be fine, baby!" called Joker as fake Poison Ivy dragged him away. "I'll get out of this and hurry straight back to you! I love you, pooh bear! You and only…"

He was silenced by fake Poison Ivy punching him in the gut. "Shut up, clown," she growled. "You won't be seeing the slut again. She'll never find us, and we'll be together forever."

"Ivy! Ivy, no!" shrieked Harley, mad with rage and jealousy. "I'll swear I'll hunt you down and kill you for this! You hear me?! You're dead!"

The real Poison Ivy was struggling more than ever to break free, to show Harley this was all a mistake, all a horrible plan designed by the Joker. If she could loosen these ropes, maybe J hadn't secured the cell. Maybe she could break out and prove to Harley this was all a misunderstanding.

She had freed one hand. Inching her way over to the cell door, she tried the handle and found it locked. Despair overwhelmed her, but she fought back, struggling to release her other hand as she slid over to the wall. If she could knock on it, show Harley she was still here, not free with an abducted Joker, then maybe there would be a chance.

She raised her hand, but at that moment was struck a blow to the head and lost consciousness.