Oracle bit the inside of her cheek- hard- to keep herself awake as she watched the Sirens through the eerie green light of the night vision cameras. It was the public's first look at Poison Ivy in months and given her reason for not already being declared a winner, Oracle wasn't about to miss a single moment.

Barbara had seen Catwoman and Ivy fall asleep rather quickly, leaving only Harley, wide awake and wrapped in Ivy's arms. Barbara hated to admit it, but she felt bad for the girl- err, Woman. She kept having to remind herself that Harley was a very adult 32 years old, despite her very clear regression in mental capacity since Joker got his hooks into her as a 26-year-old psychiatrist. She was speaking now, but not quite loudly enough for the former Batgirl to make out individual words so she boosted the speakers in the area and Harley's voice came through loud and clear to both she and the viewers at home.

"Red?" The jester was saying, evidently

trying to get Ivy's attention. It didn't work the first time, so she tried again. "Red?"

Catwoman was awake, Barbara could tell by how her breathing patterns shifted. Her chest didn't rise and fall with as peaceful a rhythm. And now Ivy was awake and she was comforting Harley in a way that made Barbara oddly jealous at the present lack of love in her life- something she had rarely cared about previously.

Right on cue, Ivy said the words. "I love you, Harley." And there was absolutely nothing friendly about it. She wasn't reminding her sister or best friend that she loved her…It was an admission that seemed to lift a great weight off of her shoulders. She pressed her lips to Harley's forehead and held them there like she never wanted to let go. Her saying that was the bravest possible response to Harley's question- "are you scared, Red?" because Ivy had clearly been scared for a very long time. Barbara almost laughed trying to think of a worse setting for your coming out party.

Oracle's phone lit up with a tweet. She had written a code that enabled her to view and filter every tweet and internet mention regarding the arena and its occupants. This one was from a man in National City and read "Umm…I think Gotham might be overselling their villains. #PoisonIvy just seems like a hot chick who loves plants and that clown lady." Barbara smiled almost sadly as she read it. If only it were that simple.

Her ears pricked up and her attention returned to the monitor when Ivy began to sing. The sound wove its way through the speakers with a haunting melody, taking up root in the pit of Barbara's stomach. Catwoman's breathing pattern changed again and when Barbara zoomed in, she found that the thief was crying.

Oracle's phone began to vibrate violently on the desk with a sudden influx of attention, and that's when she realized they might be in trouble.

"Just when you think you could live with the poisoning side effects; you realize you'll never have a chance with #PoisonIvy"

"Isn't #HarleyQuinn with Joker? Isn't that like her whole deal?"

"I know it would be ethical to take down my #GothamSirens pin up calendar, but in light of recent events, I think they may have gotten hotter"

"Joker, Poison Ivy…am I going to have to kill someone to get #HarleyQuinn 's attention?"

"Sitting on my couch alone at 3am bawling because #Catwoman 's crying. What is my life?"

"know they have to kill each other, are still like "I 3 u". #RelationshipGoals #HarleyandIvy"

"Wait, #HarleyQuinn lets Joker fuck her when she could be fucking #PoisonIvy ? I guess she really is crazy #smh"

"Hate to point out the obvious, but the flower arrangements at their wedding would be DOOOOOPPPPE. #HarleyandIvy #RelationshipGoals"

"*#Catwoman hooks up w/ Batman. Doesn't call him. Bats throws hissy fit. Sends her to arena.* Sounds about right."

"OK, but seriously, you guys? #GirlPower Also, can I book #PoisonIvy for a private concert?"

"#Catwoman like #ThirdWheeling so hard." And then the follow up, "Can someone make a meme outta how hard #Catwoman be #ThirdWheeling right now?"

"Impending doom sucks, but if they wanted to go out with a "bang", I certainly wouldn't object #GothamSirens"

"Lol, did #PoisonIvy just get mom-zoned?"

"Why do I feel like the #JusticeLeague are the assholes now? #GirlPower"

"Cats like fish too, right? #GothamSirens"

"Look, I love my husband, but if #PoisonIvy sai like that to me, I'd leave the poor bastard in a heartbeat."

"YOU TREAT HER RIGHT #HarleyQuinn YOU TREAT HER RIGHT!"

Barbara had to stop scrolling when a call came in. It was Supergirl's caller-ID flashing on the screen.

"Are you seeing this?" Kara asked as soon as Barbara picked up. "Girl power, Gotham Sirens, relationship goals, Harley, Ivy and Catwoman are all trending."

"Just nationally." Barbara assured her. "And probably just because it's either the middle of the night here or very early morning and there's nothing else to talk about. It will blow over."

"I don't know, Babs…Ms. Grant called me in at 4am to get a jump on this. She's running it on the front page."

"What the love story thing? Come on, that couldn't be any more cliché."

"Well that with an independent woman against the system slant."

"You have got to be kidding me." Barbara groaned. "This is not going to go over well."

"Well…" Supergirl began apprehensively. "It sends a pretty clear message, Barbara. That villains can evolve. Isn't Ivy's whole thing that she hates humans? She just admitted she loves one of them, and she's protecting Catwoman too."

"God…" Oracle sighed. "We look like huge assholes, don't we?"

"Yeah." Supergirl said solemnly. "Yeah we do. I mean, look, I was for the arena at the beginning. What happened to Lois…a little retaliation was necessary…but doing away with the rehabilitation option altogether…I think it was a mistake."

"Are you going to tell your cousin that?"

Supergirl hesitated on the other end of the line. "I don't know. We'll see where this whole thing goes. I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"Alright." Oracle affirmed, hanging up the phone. "Shit." She said aloud to her empty control room. "I specifically said not to select them together. Of course they didn't listen. Who would listen to the girl in the wheelchair?" She snatched her phone back up off the counter and navigated to her own 'Barbara Gordon' twitter account. 'Fuck this.' She thought as she began to type. "Unlike his actual size, Joker is a huge prick. I should know. #TeamIvy all day" …and then the retweet notifications began to roll in. This was going to be a long night.