There's more here than two.

Dick and Harley's relationship suffers with bars between them, but it's more than that- Dick's double life as Nightwing is both a hindrance and a blessing. The whole Batman family knows the feeling; a double identity takes a toll on anyone, no matter how close to the chest their secret is played.

For Jason, however, there's more than meets the eye. By day he's Jason Todd, a ghost, legally dead; but by night he is what he chooses. Be it not-so-heroic hero, or not-so-villainous villain, he is what he pleases. Going behind Batman's back is a concept he's familiar with, but is this about more than his desperate need to lash out?

Pamela Isley opened the door the maintenance room that was her home with a sigh. She flicked the light on, kicking her heels off. She froze.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She put her hands on her hips and turned toward Harley's cot, cocking her hip. Red Hood was lounging on it, his fingers laced under the back of his head.

"I was considering nap," he grumbled.

"Get out of my place!"

"Not much of a place," he commented, "but I must get the name of your decorator." Red Hood sat up. "Take a chill pill, Flower. You're looking a little pale." Pamela blanched, unable to find words for her fury. She was still dressed for work, even wearing an Arkham ID tag with her name on it.

"You," she breathed. "I will-"

"-Relax." He chuckled. "You already know who I am, so consider us even."

"We are by no means even," she hissed. Red Hood sighed. He pulled his helmet off and set it beside him.

"Better?" Jason asked. Pam didn't say anything.

She got the impression that he didn't sleep much. It seemed like the dark hollows under his blue eyes were permanently etched there, and his long bangs swept across his forehead. His strong jaw was softened as he flashed her a sardonic smile.

"I thought your secret identity would be a nicer person."

"Well you were never supposed to know, were you?" Pam snapped.

"Okay, okay." Jason raised his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry." He was unable to help blurting out, "But why do you look so human?" Pam paused but decided there was no point not to answer anymore.

"I'm suppressing my chlorophyll," she finally admitted.

"What about the pheromones and the…" He poked his arm to mime touching. She rolled her eyes.

"I can still use my pheromones, and yes, my toxicity is suppressed… as long as I concentrate," she added.

"Got it. Keep my distance." there was an awkward pause between them. "Hey," Jason exclaimed, looking at her name tag. "Pamela Isley. Aren't you a botanist or plant something?" He glanced around the room and shot her a 'really' look.

"My secret identity isn't meant to draw suspicion away from me. Poison Ivy isn't just an alternate identity or something, I am her. That part of me was created from my views."

"So you walk around talking about the superiority of Mother Nature at work and hate men?" He looked at her for confirmation. "I'm sorry, but I just can't picture a Pamela doing that. Sounds like someone who'd be a good housewife and married to a guy named Jim."

"It's men who have-" Pamela cut herself off, not wanting to be goaded on by him. "Men have only proved themselves inferior," she sniffed.

"Parsley, you just haven't been with the right man." Jason winked at her. Pam felt too wide a range of emotions to know what to say to that, but luckily she didn't have to respond; Jason just kept talking. "And since when did you work at Arkham?" He studied her name tag more thoroughly.

"Since it was none of your business," she snapped.

"Ooo!" Jason stood up. "You and Harley are up to something!" He pointed accusingly at her.

"And if we are?" Pam taunted.

"Then I want in," he said simply. She was stunned for a second but quickly returned her face to a sneer.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why not?" he countered.

"You don't even know what we're doing."

"Details." Jason shrugged.

"What if we're working for the Joker?"

He paused for a moment. "Are you?"

"Maybe."

"Would I get the chance to get some form of revenge or inflict horrible punishment?" he asked.

"Maybe," Pam admitted.

"Then I'm in." Pam glared at him, frustrated. They had shifted closer during their argument. She realized she could easily use her pheromones to get what she wanted, but found she didn't really want to. She wanted to win this argument; she wanted to beat him.

"You're not welcome," she hissed, turning away.

"Oh, come on." Jason grabbed her sleeve, pulling her back. A look of confusion crossed her face. He realized; people were too afraid to touch her if they knew who she was. He had completely forgotten she could kill him if he was careless. Shit Jason. Don't do anything stupid here. He quickly released her arm. Although you don't even have a good reason for being here, he scolded himself. "Let me help," he said quickly to cover up the moment.

"No," she said.

"Please."

"No."

"Well why not?" he demanded.

"Because," she snapped.

"Oh, great reason," Jason scoffed.

"Because," she glared at him, "I don't trust you."

"What?" Jason cried. "I am completely trustworthy. Cross my heart and hope to die… again." She almost laughed.

"Very clever."

"See!" Jason exclaimed. "I'd be bringing that to the group as well." Pam rolled her eyes.

"There is no group."

"Let me help you and Harleen, and three's a group. We can be the threatening threesome... No that sounds inappropriate." He looked thoughtful and snapped his fingers. "The laugh attack pack." Pam burst into laughter. "You're right. It sounds like we hate fun."

"I feel like you would dumb us down."

"So still a no." He grinned, and she grinned back. After a second, the smile slid off Pam's face, and she turned away so even though this was the first time he'd had his helmet off, she couldn't see his reaction. "Oh come on, Parsnip, we're on the same team for once. I thought our goal was to get Dickie Bird and the Red Jester back together."

"Who says that's not what I'm doing?" The sneer was back on Pam's face. Jason mock gasped.

"You commandeered my plan? You're doing it without me? I've been plan napped?!"

"She wants to do it for him, so…" She shrugged.

"Okay, but I want to help," Jason said suddenly serious. His blue eyes seemed much more prying all of a sudden, and Pam knew that if she could blush, she would be. "The plan was to turn her good," neither of them commented on the irony of the the two them trying to help improve someones morales, "and get her and Dick back together, not dangle her former lover in front of her like a piece of meat."

"She's not going to break when she sees the Joker."

"Are you sure? Your girl's not exactly been known to make the sanest decisions."

"She can handle it," Pam insisted.

"Okay. Let me know when you want to let me in the loop."

"Let me know when you want to grow up," she snapped.

"See, I knew you liked me." Jason winked, picking up his helmet. "I'll see you around Poppy Seed." He headed toward the door.

"I'm starting to think you just looked up plant names," she told him. He opened the door and paused.

"Would that be a bad thing?" he asked with a smirk before leaving. One corner of her mouth turned up in a reluctant smile as she stared at the closed door.