Harley and Ivy lay on the bed that Harley shared with the Joker, their arms wrapped around one another in a tight embrace. Ivy stroked Harley's hair gently and whispered comforting nothings in her ear.
"I love you, Harley," Ivy whispered. "I'm so sorry that this happened to you. I wish I could make it all go away."
"Love you too, Red," Harley answered automatically, playing with Ivy's hair.
"You know what might make you feel better?" Ivy asked, untangling herself from Harley's arms. "A nice hot shower. Does that sound nice?"
Harley considered for a moment, then nodded.
"I'll go get everything ready for you," Ivy said, planting a kiss on top of Harley's head.
Once the shower was ready and Ivy had laid clothes out, she helped Harley stand, and led her to the bathroom. Harley stood limply while Ivy unbuttoned her bloodstained pajama shirt and slipped it off her arms, then pulled down the shorts that Harley had been wearing. She recoiled in surprise for a moment when she saw crimson blood between Harley's thighs.
"Is that normal?" Harley asked, her voice small and frightened.
"It's….it's from your uterus contracting back to its normal shape," Ivy replied. "God, Harley, I'm so fucking sorry."
Harley began to cry. Ivy carefully helped her step into the shower, and soaped up a cloth. She leaned over to help clean the drying blood from Harley's thighs, but the blonde shook her head.
"I think I just wanna be alone right now, Red," she whispered.
"Of course," Ivy replied.
Ivy handed Harley the cloth and stepped out of the shower.
"Let me know if you need me."
Harley nodded. Ivy stepped out of the bathroom, and Harley leaned up against the wall of the shower, her whole body shaking with the force of her sobs. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and hugged herself tightly, ignoring the pain from her incision.
Slowly, Harley sank down until she was sitting in the bottom of the shower, as blood trickled from between her legs. She looked down at the angry red incision, and a blind fury surged through her body. She fumbled above her until she found her razor, and snapped it apart so that five small blades came loose.
Harley began furiously slashing at her stomach, making deep cuts above her incision.
"Harley, I forgot a towel-" Ivy stopped midsentence and screamed when she saw what the blonde was doing. "Stop it, Harley! Stop!"
Ivy climbed into the shower fully dressed, and wrestled the razor blade away form Harley, cutting her hand in the process.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Ivy snapped.
"What's all this yelling?" The Joker asked, stomping into the master bathroom.
"I just want to die!" Harley wailed.
"I thought I told you to watch her!" The Joker screamed at Ivy, before roughly pulling Harley out of the shower by her wrist. "Goddammit, is everyone around here useless?"
"Don't hurt her!" Ivy cried, clenching her fists.
The Joker scooped Harley up in his arms and carried her over to their bed. He gently placed her on the cool sheets and looked at her for a long moment.
"What am I going to do with you, Harls?" He asked sadly, smoothing back a lock of hair from the woman's face.
Ivy stood next to Harley protectively, ready to pounce on the Joker if he became violent. After watching him until she was satisfied that he wasn't angry, Ivy went to the bathroom to fetch supplies to bandage the wounds on Harley's stomach, wrists, and ankles. When she came back into the bedroom, the Joker was lovingly drying Harley off, gently rubbing her hair with the towel.
"Scoot over, let me bandage her up," Ivy ordered.
Anger flashed over the Joker's face, but he obeyed Ivy's order for Harley's sake. He moved away from his queen, his hand lingering on hers for a moment.
"It's gonna be okay, Harls," He whispered. "Daddy's right here."
The Joker sat in the chair in the corner of their room and watched as Ivy expertly cleaned and bandaged Harley's cuts.
"Careful," he barked when he noticed Harley wince in pain. "Goddamn it, woman, don't hurt her."
"At least I didn't punch her," Ivy replied.
For once the Joker was silent, watching as Ivy dressed Harley tenderly. When Ivy was finished, she climbed on the bed next to the blonde and wrapped her arms around her tightly. She looked at the Joker, daring him to say a word about her closeness to Harley. The exhausted woman snuggled close to the redhead, wrapping her arms around her slender form.
"Ivy, Mistah J, we have to find her. My little girl is out there somewhere."
The Joker sighed, and went to the nightstand next to his side of the bed. He picked up a syringe, filled it from a vial of sedative, and stuck it into Harley's arm. Within seconds, Harley's eyes closed as she drifted into a deep sleep. The Joker squeezed her hand, and turned to go back to his study.
"What the fuck was that?" Ivy asked, following him. "You get tired of her talking so you drug her?"
"I get tired of her saying that the little brat is alive," the Joker replied.
"The little brat?" Ivy fired back. "That was her daughter!"
"She was my daughter, too!" The Joker screamed, turning around so that he was face to face with Ivy. "She was mine and I loved her, goddammit!"
The Joker spun around on his heel and stomped down the hallway leaving Ivy staring after him in shock. She had never believed that the Joker had the capacity to love anyone, but she realized that she had been at least partially wrong.
"Wait, Joker, I didn't mean…"
The man stopped and held his hand up, shaking his head.
"What I need from you right now, Plant, is for you to help me. As much as I hate to say it, you and I are working together. We're going to blow up Belle Reve and kill every last bastard that hurt my girls."
"I'm in," Ivy replied, after a moment's hesitation.
"I thought you might be," the Joker smiled. "I know you love her, Ivy. You don't see her as just a gal pal, am I right?"
Ivy sighed.
"You're right," she admitted, tears springing up in her eyes.
"As long as you remember your place, and she remembers hers, I have no problem with your little trysts. I know how to share," the Joker said, walking down the hallway. "I know she'll always come back to me in the end."
Ivy cringed, but followed the Joker into his study, and the two began their scheme to take revenge on those who had hurt Harley and her baby. Nearly five hours later, they were ready. Ivy had worked in the Joker's chemical lab to synthesize a plant based knockout gas that they were going to pipe into the air filtration system of Belle Reve. Then, once everyone was subdued, the Joker, his henchmen, and Ivy were going to release the prisoners, and gather up everyone who had been involved in Harley's ordeal. Then, the Joker and Ivy were going to torture and kill everyone who had been involved, with the help of a few select prisoners who the Joker knew would be willing to help.
The Joker and Ivy went into the bedroom to say goodbye to Harley before leaving for Louisiana. She was stirring awake when they walked into the door, and her eyes fluttered open when the Joker sat down on the bed next to her and took her hand.
"Doll, Ivy and I are going on a little trip. We're going to take care of everyone who hurt you. I'm leaving half the men here, and they'll protect you from everything, okay?"
"Whatcha gonna do to them?" Harley asked, sitting up in bed and cringing from the pain in her stomach.
Ivy and the Joker filled Harley in on their plan, and were both surprised to see the ghost of a smile flicker across her face.
"Make sure you get Joan Leland. She's a doctor. Get her real good for me, okay?"
"We will, babe," the Joker smiled. "We promise."
Ivy nodded. The Joker bent down and kissed Harley gently, his hand lingering on her face when he pulled away. Ivy took his place on the bed, and took Harley in her arms.
"Love you, Harley," Ivy whispered, kissing the blonde on the cheek, then on her soft lips.
"Love you, Red," Harley replied. "Be safe, ya two."
The Joker split his goons into two groups and ordered half to stay with Harley, and the rest to come with him to Belle Reve. The former were put in charge of a 24-hour a day suicide watch, and the latter were quickly filled in on the plan.
When they arrived at Belle Reve nearly three hours later, the Joker, his men, and Ivy pumped the gas into the prison with ease. In seconds, everyone was knocked out, and the prison was silent for the first time since it began housing inmates. Ivy, the Joker, and his henchman walked into the prison through the front door. They split up, and soon they had gathered Deadshot, Killer Croc, and Boomerang, and had freed the rest of the prisoners.
Ivy pulled out a bottle of the antidote to her knockout gas and held it under the nose of the three in turn. Slowly, they came out of their deep sleeps, and looked at the Joker and Ivy in confusion.
"I bet you're wondering why you're here," the Joker spread his arms out theatrically. "Well I'll tell you. You're here because each and every one of you cares about my Harley. Am I right?"
The trio looked at one another and nodded.
"She in trouble or something?" Deadshot asked.
Ivy told the group what had happened to Harley, her voice cracking as she held back tears.
"That's fucked up," Killer Croc growled.
"Fucking sick," Deadshot whispered. "Who the fuck did that to her?"
"Waller, for one," the Joker replied. "There was a bunch of med students, so I'm just rounding them all up. And two doctors, one named Kovack, and the other is Joan Leland. They'll be arriving shortly, and the fun can begin. I assume you'll want to join in?"
All three nodded.
When the henchman came back carrying the people that the Joker and Ivy had requested, they plopped them down in chairs and tied them up tightly. Then, Ivy used her antidote to wake them up.
"What is the meaning of this?" Waller yelled, her voice thick with sleep.
The Joker smiled.
"You know exactly why you're here," he laughed. "You touched my Harley, and our child. And now, you're going to pay."
The Joker handed Deadshot and Boomerang their weapons.
"My men have knives if anyone is interested," the Joker said.
"Do want you want to them, but don't kill Waller or Leland. They're ours," Ivy ordered.
Nearly an hour later, the med students were dead, along with the two nurses who had assisted in Harley's surgery. Dr. Kovack and Dr. Leland were both gagged as well as bound to folding chairs. They watched in horror as the Joker and Ivy tortured Waller until she screamed for mercy. Her skin was burnt in patches, and Ivy had been choking her on and off using one of her vines. A bullet hole in her knee, from Deadshot's gun, oozed blood, and several of her teeth lay on the floor around the chair.
The Joker danced up to Waller, and smiled brightly at the woman.
"Now, for the grand finale! I'm going to rip you open just like you did to my Harley. Nurse, scalpel please!"
Ivy grinned and handed the Joker a scalpel from the table next to her. The Joker giggled and twirled the sharp blade in his fingers before lifting Waller's shirt and plunging the tip of the blade into her stomach. He carved a large grin on her stomach, and reached inside the wound.
"This is what you did to her, Waller!" The Joker screamed, as he ripped out her stomach.
The woman tied to the chair gurgled, and blood poured from her mouth as she took her last breath.
The Joker turned and smiled at his two remaining captives.
"Now what ever will we do with you two?" He asked.
The Joker and Ivy were just about to start in on Dr. Kovack, when they realized that Dr. Leland was desperately trying to speak through her gag.
"What do you want, you bitch?" Ivy asked, ripping the gag from her mouth.
"She's still alive!" Dr. Leland yelled. "Joker, your baby is still alive!"