Harley walked through the living room and saw Ivy still asleep on the couch. "Wow, she looks worse than me!" Harley thought as she made her way to the kitchen,
Red was being really nice so Harley wanted to be nice too. She'd try her best to make Red a nice veggie breakfast! As Harley walked into the spotless kitchen she noticed a large notice board filled with newspaper clipping, Harley began to study the board. "Harvey Dent Joins Race For Gotham DA" wow Red was a real scrapbooker. "Oooooo!" Harley squeeled as her eyes turned to the centre of the board, it was almost exclusivly dedicated to her! Ivy had used a marker to scribble out any mention of The Joker but left Harley intact. Harley even spotted the articles from her and Ivy's famous crime spree. This was great but she'd best get back to the breakfast.
The fridge was full of veggies, fruit juice and what looked like a range of poisons. On second thoughts maybe it'd be safer to wake Red up and see what she could make that wouldn't kill her. Harley sighed her fridge was usually empty but at least when it had food in it she knew eating it wouldn't kill her! She walked into the living room again and walked over to Ivy. She was mumbling something and Harley being Harley bent over her to find out what it was. "I'm so sorry,
don't do that, don't let him! Get away from her, please,please,PLEASE! You don't understand." Red must have been having a nightmare, she was thrashing around and her mumbles had grown into what seemed like terrified cries. "HEY RED! Wakey wakey, it's time to feed Harley-" Ivy's eyes snapped open and she saw Harley leaning over her, "Red you okay you look like hell! You were having a nightmare and it's not even night anymore! Harley was giggling uncontrolably now waiting for a reply.
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Harley was right, Ivy was having a nightmare. It was horiffic, for the first time in years it had made her feel...helpless. Ivy sat up and gestured for Harley to take a seat next to her. "I did have a nightmare Harls, it was about what could happen to you and your kid if I let you leave here again without some kind of plan."
Harley was visibly upset now, Ivy hated shattering Harleys illusions but sometimes it was neccesary. "Red? You worried about me again? It's fine!" Ivy slid her arm around Harley's waist, staring her in the eyes, "No Harley. Look I want you to lie to Mr. J, I know it'll be hard but I need you too. Do you think you could do it? For the baby Harls." Ivy kept her eyes on Harley, watching her uncomfortably squirm. After a long time Harley nodded and rested her head on Ivy's knee. They stayed like that for a long time with Ivy stroking Harley's blonde locks.
Ivy stood up and made for the kitchen, Harley followed and sat cross legged in the centre of the kitchen floor. Harley began to sing but Ivy blocked it out. She cooked up some harmless veggies and served them up to Harley. Ivy couldn't eat. "Hey Harley, any day now Joker's gonna be here and you know that right?"
Harley looked up from her food and nodded. "Okay, I need you to pretend you've agreed to be my...guinea pig. You must tell Joker I'm testing a toxin on you that could kill Batman and I need you to stay here till my research is done. Tell him it could take a while..." Harley seemed to be following remarkably well, she wasn't protesting at all, she was probably just over the moon at the thought of seeing Joker soon.
As Ivy began to walk to the sink to do the dishes she turned, "Harley, you do understand this means you absolutely CANNOT tell him about the baby right?"
Harley jumped up "Awww but Re- Pammy! This is too hard! I can't just lie to my puddin' like that! He needs to know he's not just my daddy but someone elses daddy now!" Ivy shuddered but began to think of something that could end the conversation..."It's not lying Harls it's just not telling, come on don't you miss staying with me anyway! It'll be like a 9 month holiday." Wrong thing to say, but at least the coversation was over. Harley had darted out of the room leaving a trail of tears screaming messages of hate at Ivy. So far so good.