"Looks like Bane is headed back to the lake…" Supergirl narrated what was happening on the oversized display.

Barbara nodded, watching as Bane's lumbering form stepped out from the tree line. The ground looked like it was almost vibrating as he walked. The thing about the lake is that although it's where most of the selections tended to set up shop, making it very dangerous, there was also really nowhere to hide. So in the final stages of the game, when the remaining selections were able to fan out, it wasn't altogether unsafe.

"I think he's starting to run out of venom." Oracle told her friend.

"Remind me what that is, again?" Supergirl crossed one leg over the other.

"A steroid- to put it as simply as possible." Barbara explained. "But it's an extraordinarily addictive substance."

Cara watched as the hulking man leaned over to drink from the lake. "So he's going to go through withdraws soon, then?"

"I think they've already started." Oracle told her. "That's his 5th trip to the lake today."

"What about Cheetah?" Supergirl wondered.

"She ran another lap around the forest today." Barbara switched the display to an image of Wonder Woman's arch nemesis, Cheetah- aka, Barbara Ann Minerva- curled up in the tall grass of the meadow on the western side of the forest. "She won't go inside, though."

Cara squinted, sitting forward slightly to get a better look at the cat-human hybrid. "Why not?"

Oracle shrugged. "She's a runner, her strength is in open-space combat."

"So Bane might take himself out, Cheetah's not going to move…where's Joker?" The blonde asked.

"I'm having the same issue with him that I'm having with the Sirens. The vegetation is just too thick in that part of the woods." There was a hint of defeat in Barbara's voice.

"Right…the Sirens." Supergirl leaned back in her chair again. "I saw them go on those little excursions today."

Barbara turned to her friend. "Did you see Catwoman go back out for the other apples?"

Cara nodded. "But aren't both Ivy and Harley immune to poisons? What good would Catwoman taking those apples do? Unless she's going to eat them…but you said she obviously knew about the water. Seems weird Ivy would tell her about one and not the other."

"Maybe they're making a move?" Barbara appreciated having Supergirl there to brainstorm with.

"What's their team dynamic like?" Cara asked, curling her legs up omto her chair.

The former Batgirl sighed, thinking. "Well if we were just going off IQ- Ivy is the brains. But Catwoman has street smarts and is definitely the most level-headed of the three. The only sane one, I think. Although they all three have shown glimpses of sanity. Anyway, seems to me like Selina and Pamela tussle for the leadership position while Harley's in the middle sort of like the glue, I guess."

"Mmm." Supergirl was nodding. "So maybe Catwoman convinced Ivy it was time to move and Harley just fell in line."

Barbara mulled that over. "Yeah I do find it interesting that we haven't seen Ivy yet. I mean, Harley and Catwoman are both capable, but at the end of the day they pale in comparison to Ivy- in terms of power, I mean. So why is she having them run errands?"

Cara scrunched up her nose, which signaled to Barbara that she was deep in thought. "Well Poison Ivy is a chemist, right?"

"Among other things…" the redhead answered.

"So the poisoned apples, the poisoned water…Yeah, I think they are going to move." Supergirl decided. "Maybe Ivy's making a mobile version of her little chemistry set. Where do you think they're headed?"

"Well the lake is the best bet, right? Where else would they go?" Barbara turned back to her dashboard. "Wonder Woman wanted Ivy to fight Cheetah…"

"But Cheetah's nowhere near the lake." Cara followed her gaze to the cat hybrid who was now stretching her limbs out after her nap. "But I guess she'll need to get water eventually…"

Oracle smiled then, not out of maliciousness, but out of excitement at the prospect of really getting to use her technology. "How about we speed up that process?"

"How?"

Oracle adjusted a dial. "Let's turn up the heat."

/

"You look weird." Catwoman stated as eloquently as she could muster as she stared at Poison Ivy in the black latex suit.

"I'd say I'm wearing it rather admirably, actually." Ivy grinned. "Although I do seem to be more well-endowed in some areas."

The makeshift blanket of vines Ivy had put together for Selina wasn't doing much in the way of obscuring the brunette, but Ivy wasn't looking at her, she as looking at herself. Selina suspected was referring to how it was difficult for her to zip Catwoman's suit up over her ampler bosom. "I'm doing you a favor, Ivy. Don't be a bitch."

"Oh, on the contrary, Cat." Ivy examined the look of her "assets" in the suit. "I'm doing you a favor."

"You're doin' us all a favor, Red." Harley giggled in the corner.

Catwoman rolled her eyes. "I think she means because she's putting everything together, Harley."

"A'course, a'course." Harley bounced slightly, that familiar maniacal grin plastered on her face. "That's what I was sayin' too. Get'cha mind outta the gutta, Kitty."

"Whatever." Selina grumbled. "Ivy, Jesus. Do you think you could have picked a heavier type of plant for this? It feels like it's 1000 degrees in here."

"Well you're clearly exaggerating." Ivy pulled uncomfortably at the black collar. "But I agree."

"Why would they adjust the temperature?" Catwoman wondered.

"Maybe they're rootin' for us!" Harley leapt up.

"I highly doubt they're aware of our plan, Harl." Ivy sobered. "It may not even have been purposeful. Heroes can be rather stupid."

Harley shrugged. She clearly didn't care one way or the other. "Can I have the water thingy, Red? I'm thirsty."

"The spile." Ivy corrected as she nodded and turned around to grab the metal apparatus from her League-issued pack. "Make it quick, alright? It's getting dark and you've been lost before."

"Yeah…but now I'm found." Harley grinned and clasped her hands beneath her chin.

Ivy couldn't help but laugh, which succeeded in bringing a smile to Selina's face as well. "You're so cheesy." The redhead teased.

"And I think ya sorta like it!" The jester snatched the instrument from Ivy's hand and leapt down through the hole in the floor.

Catwoman waited until the girl's pigtails bobbed out of sight. "I'm honestly surprised you let her go anywhere alone."

"This isn't a dictatorship." Ivy crossed her arms, realizing the movement was difficult in her present attire. "She's a grown woman. I'm not her keeper."

Selina leaned against the wall. "But you would be if you could be."

"No." Ivy's jaw tightened. "That's what he does. I am not him."

"Well way to take the high road." Catwoman applauded with only a hint of sarcasm. Ivy was gazing down at the ground below them, so Selina continued. "I know this is all going to end in death and destruction, but I bet it feels pretty good to have her all to yourself for a little while. She can't exactly leave you this time."

"It's not like that…" Ivy's attention remained elsewhere.

"Oh, come on." Catwoman prodded. "Protecting her from the big bad world has never been more literal. I know that's always been a turn on for you."

"Drop it, Selina." Pam's tone switched from distracted to warning. "We all have enough to worry about right now. Like how about the fact that Batman condoned your selection?" She turned on her.

"He…he made a passionate plea." Catwoman wasn't sure why she was defending him. "It just wasn't enough."

"That's bullshit, Selina." Ivy spat. "You know it is. He's sold you out before and it sounds like he did it again."

"You have no idea what happened. None of us do." Catwoman's voice was growing steadily louder. "And don't project your shit on me. How about you tell Harley that you need to be enough so she stops making you miserable."

"I want her to choose to leave him, for herself, not just to be with me." Ivy was deescalating.

Selina sighed. "Look, Pam. I love Harley. God knows I do and I know that she's not nearly as ridiculous as she pretends to be, but she can be so stupid sometimes. I know that's a very Joker thing of me to say, but it's true."

Ivy frowned. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that this environment is not conducive to idiots, Pam. So help her out, please. I mean, we're probably all going to die eventually, but I don't want to deal with you if she does."