Harley Quinn smiles widely as she replays the night's events in her mind. The images of Batman pummeling Nightwing making her giggle with the delight of a schoolgirl. The time has come for me to finally step out of the shadows of my puddin', she thinks. Her blond hair reflects the dim lights in her bedroom while she dabs at her make up with a damp towel.

The toxin I made was very potent. I owe a lot to Mr. J. She gazes dreamily at a picture of The Joker, Arkham can't hold you forever sweetheart. Harley wanders around her room a bit aimlessly, still intoxicated from the rush of seeing her foes fight each other. If I can make this even stronger, she thinks, then maybe they might end up just killing each other! A devious smile crosses her fair skin at the thought. Until she remembers how upset Joker had gotten the last time she tried to get rid of Batman herself.

"He never lets me have any fun!" Speaking to no one, she plops down on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

I had Batman once before, she remembers to herself. Chained up, hanging upside down above a whole tank of piranhas. And he just got pissed off at me. Grimacing, she thinks, perhaps he's holding me back, maybe I ought to forget about him, move on.

A knock on her door interrupts her thoughts. "Harley? You home?" The familiar voice of her best gal pal, Poison Ivy!

"I'm here doll-face, why don't you come on in so we can have some girl talk!"

The door opens as Ivy strides in, confident and sexy as ever. Even Harley had to admit sometimes she felt attracted to her. "So dear," Ivy sits down next to Harley, "how was your evening?"

"It was the best night of my life!" Harley's excitement clearly boiling over, it felt good to actually tell someone about what she did, even if it wasn't her Joker. "That toxin that Joker helped me make worked like a charm."

"Oh?"

Sitting up and smiling at Ivy, she says cheerfully, "It was almost better than your own pheromone mixture!"

Ivy glaring at Harley a bit says, "I really do find that hard to believe my love. I mean, no man can resist me. Not even Batman."

Harley rolls her eyes, "Don't be silly. I used it on that annoying Night-freak, he nearly fell in love with me right then and there! You should've seen him! The dreamy look in his eyes, the way he fought for me-" Harley stops for a minute, is this really what I want from a man, someone who'd stand up for me? Is that why I'm doing this?

"Fought for you?" Ivy's interest piqued.

Nodding, Harley continues to tell her tale, "Yup! I gave him a good strong dose of the stuff. He was like a lost little puppy dog. He nearly took Bats out himself. They started fighting each other while I made off with a small stash of jewelry I had taken with the old five finger discount."

Ivy laughs, Harley is so short-sighted, she thinks, "Honey, you hypnotized him so you could steal a bunch of cheap jewelry?" She looks over at Harley's nightstand where the pile of shining objects lay. "You have a lot to learn about the power of mind control my dear."

"What do you mean?"

"Mind control is a powerful tool. You can bend the wills of men to do your bidding, you can do more severe things than theft. For instance, say you want to hold the city hostage."

Harley stares at Ivy, a slight glazed look to her eyes, "OK, why would I want to do that?"

"I don't know! For the money! The fun of it?" Ivy sighed, trying to remain patient. "That's not the point though. You could hold the city hostage by using your toxin on a scientist who controls some rare bacteria that could make everyone sick. Make the city pay up, or you make him dump the bacteria in the water supply."

"That's so Scarecrow though!"

Ivy laughs, "Still, it's better than stealing bad jewelry."

Harley sighs, maybe going on my own might be more difficult than I thought. I'm not really that creative with my crimes. Mr. J always was though, he had so many ideas, either in that crazy head of his or blueprints. She looks at Ivy and smiles at her, maybe I'm not really alone. After all, Ivy has always helped me out of jams. Maybe she can help me figure out the perfect crime. I may not be able to take out Batman without pissing of my puddin', but I can take out the Night-freak.

"Penny for your thoughts sweetie?" Ivy breaks into Harley's thoughts.

"Ivy," Harley begins, taking a deep breath, "we're friends right?"

Ivy nods plainly, "Of course we are. I mean, we share a nice place together, and a lot of our secrets."

"Good. Because-well-I-" Harley hesitates, unsure of how to ask Ivy for her help, or at least, giving her some direction for her next crime. "I would love if you could help me come up with a plan to get rid of that annoying Nightwing guy. I don't know why, but I just don't like him. He reminds me so much of Robin, and not in a good way!"

"Well, getting rid of Nightwing? I suppose I could help out. One less crime fighter in Gotham is always a plus in my book." Ivy smirks, the thought of taking out one of the original Teen Titans, and now one of the most notable heroes aside from Batman, just makes her giddy with excitement.

Harley laughs as she hugs Ivy tight. This is going to be one of the best crimes ever. Maybe after this Mr. J will finally see how truly capable I am! She smiles widely at Ivy as they pull away from each other, "This is going to be fantastic!"

"Don't get too excited, we still need to figure out a way to lure him out. Considering what happened tonight, we can pretty much count on Batman being with him constantly."

"I think I know how we can get two birds with one stone." Harley grabs a small bottle labeled "Hypno-Tox" off her nightstand.

Ivy appraises the bottle, "So, this is the stuff then? Joker helped you with it, didn't he?"

"Of course, my Puddin's a real genius when it comes to chemistry," Harley says, sounding more like a proud parent than girlfriend.

Ivy takes the bottle from Harley and gingerly opens the top. A rather pungent odor emits from the container causing her to gag for a moment. Catching her breath, she says "It definitely smells strong."

"And it is strong!"

"So, who will you give it to then?"

Harley again smirks, the remnants of the make up on her face making her look like a deranged clown, "We'll use it on both of them."

Ivy nods her approval, "That sounds like a wonderful idea, but how do you administer this? Do you turn it into a gas? Or do you somehow get them to ingest it?"

"I have my secrets," Harley winks, "let's just say, there's going to be free samples for everyone."

"What do you mean free samples for everyone?"

Harley raises a finger doing her best to imitate a school teacher, "We'll be at the grocery store. I'll have one of my girlfriends disguised as a vendor, passing out free snacks with the toxin mixed in."

Ivy laughs, she gets an A for creativity at least, "But how do you ensure that Bats and Nightwing get a taste?"

"She'll make them eat a sample."

"OK," Ivy begins to think this plan may have some legs after all, "but what would we be doing at the grocery store?"

"Robbing it of course! We stage a hostage situation, and bang! The two are lured right into our trap! Ha ha ha!" Harley's delight echoes throughout her room as she dances about.

Ivy watches her friend as she gets up from the bed and makes her way towards the door. This plan is so stupid, so simple, it could work I suppose. "Harley, have I ever told you that you're not the smartest girl I know, but damn if you're one of the prettiest!"

Harley stops dancing and looks over at Ivy, was that a compliment or an insult? "Umm, thank you, I guess."

Ivy laughs, "I love you dear!" She blows Harley a kiss as she walks out the door.

This plan is going to work, Harley thinks to herself. Between Ivy and me, we'll have Batman and Nightwing eating out of my hand! She plops down on her bed and says aloud, "Puddin', I'm gonna make you so proud of me!"