We leave Goliath in the car and enter my loft. Ivy sets her African violets on a stand facing the windows. I mention I am starving and Harley perks up asking what are we having. I open the fridge and pull out various items. Ivy starts to wash fruit off on the sink. ''Fruit salad.'' Harley wrinkles her nose and says "Oh." Unenthusiastic.
I tell her I am making tuna sandwiches as I grab the loaf of wheat bread.
Ivy asks where the tea pot is as she wants to make some tea with a wink. This must be her special sleeping tea for Harley I nod in acknowledgement. Three cats appear out of no where sniffing the air at the smell of tuna. I have to run and grab one more can. We all have to get along I think to myself with a chuckle.
I feed Isis, Nehko and Chaplin as the girls place our plates and drinks on the granite bar. We eat and talk of more moving plans as Harley starts to yawn. I carry Harley to the bed and we gently tuck her in. "How long will she be out?" I ask.
"Around seven hours." Ivy says.
"Plenty of time to Uhh get her things." I add.
Ivy smiles an evil "Yes."
We arrive at the Joker's home. It is an abandoned theater. A large muscle- bound man sits reading the comics inside a dusty booth. "Whad ya want?" He says irritated. "We have have a gift from Harley" He sets the paper down and moves his burly arm scratching his bald head. '"Boss never mentioned you was coming." he says with a heavy jersey accent. "Just tell him it's me Jacko." Ivy says annoyed. The bald man shrugs and grabs an old phone then hands us each a paper ticket. The ticket guy taps his foot impatiently but reaches in his pocket for a smoke. We run to the car and grab Goliath.
The skinny beady-eyed guard opens the bag. I hold my breath. Luckily he lifts it from the back. "Some fancy plant." He mouths to Jacko. He eyes us up and down with the smoke still in his clinched lips. "Gonna have to pat you down."Ivy laughs . The thin man pats me for weapons but leaves Ivy untouched. He stares at her scratching his neck and cutting our tickets.
The Joker's home is enormous. This old theater had details from the adorned pillars to the plush carpet. It must have been built in the 1920's. It is extravagant, luxurious. I was pleased with his choice. The lights twinkle down form the scaffolding. His living quarters are under the old stage Ivy reveals as we look at the enormous area of seats, balconies and large velvet curtained stage.
I eye two men playing cards in the balcony seats They eye us but kept playing.
We lift the stage door and descend a flight of old worn wooden stairs.