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Again, this has been revised for better voice and more flow. I love all three of these ladies and they deserved a little bit of a re-write.

Poison Ivy

"So what should we do with you?" Poison Ivy asked the raven-haired woman currently sitting on her couch. Though she didn't mean for it, the question came out seductively, despite the lack of men to respond. She sat across from the woman, in a folding lawn chair. Money was kind of tight at the moment.

"I suppose I am at your mercy for now," the woman said with a subtle grin. "I wish I had more information," she continued, mostly to herself. She seemed too comfortable for Ivy's liking, sitting straight and proper with her hands folded in her lap. She didn't even have a weapon, but she was so calm.

Ivy's friend and current partner in crime was literally bouncing in her armchair. "What were you doing, poking around here?" she asked. "This is Ivy and my place." Harley Quinn, still in her red and black skin suit, though she had taken her white face paint and her jester hat off, swung herself around to let her head hang down and her feet were up and over the back of the chair. "You're an odd one, aren't you?" she said with a giggle, kicking her legs randomly.

"Like you're one to talk, Harl," Ivy said with an exasperated sigh. Good in a pinch as she was, the little clown was hard to take sometimes. "But she's right; you're not from around here, are you?"

The woman's smile grew. "I was interested in the cemetery behind your home. It's a fascinating example of the area's beliefs. You can learn a lot from a culture based on their burial rituals. I'm an archeologist, you see," she explained, which didn't really explain anything. It was like talking to the Riddler.

Harley threw her hands above her head, which smacked them on the floor. Ivy flinched but Harl didn't seem to feel it. "What's your name?" the clown asked. She stilled for a second, and Ivy could almost see the gears turning. "I'm Harley Quin and Red over there is Poison Ivy. We're crooks."

"And killers," Ivy added. She wanted to scare the woman. She wanted the stranger to react to something. For goodness sakes, the woman hadn't so much as batted an eyelash at Ivy's killer plants, even when one snapped at her skirt. Ivy was surprised the skirt didn't fall off, honestly, since they had told her to keep her hands up. In response the woman had crossed her arms across her chest for some reason but Ivy didn't want to argue out in the open and Harley just thought it was funny and copied her.

"I'm a pirate," the woman said, like that explained everything. It didn't, of course, but she acted like it did. Ivy wondered if she'd make good fertilizer, or if her contrary attitude would transfer to the plants.

The stranger was so cool and collected. This was worse than the Riddler; at least he followed a pattern, a lame one with children's riddles, but still. Ivy sat back and tapped her chin. She wasn't sure if the woman's unruffled demeanor pissed her off or impressed her.

"But I used to be an assassin," the woman continued. Impressed went up a few notches.

"Cooool," Harley said with glee.

"How many people have you killed?" Ivy asked carefully. She considered the woman in a new light, but she still just looked like a bookworm, with big breasts that threatened to spill out of her tiny purple top. Even for Poison Ivy, her outfit was overly revealing, but at least it meant she couldn't be hiding a weapon.

The woman shrugged. "I didn't keep track, it would have been pointless. But before I joined my crew, I helped instigate a civil war so a warlord could conquer a country." She sounded so smooth but her eyes swam with emotions that Ivy decided she would rather not try to decipher. She also decided that she would rather be impressed with this woman. It was better than intimidated.

Harley swung around again so she was right side up. "But what's your name? I can't keep thinking of you as the Creepy Mystery Woman."

The woman laughed softly, a sort of "fu fu fu" noise. "You are very much like the Captain," she said in response to the rogue's blank looks.

Harley tilted her head in confusion and looked over at Ivy for verification. Ivy wasn't sure what was funny either. If anyone here knew what was funny it'd be Harley. She'd been with "darling Mr. J" long enough. Not that Ivy thought he was funny either.

"My name is Nico Robin, of the Straw-hat Pirates," the woman finally answered with a polite bow of her head. She maintained her smile but her eyes became sad. "Unfortunately I've been separated from the rest of my crew by a freak storm. I don't know where anyone is."

"Robin, huh?" Harley said, ignoring the second part of Robin's answer. "Yuck. We don't like Robins in this town." She tapped her chin in thought, mirroring Ivy's earlier gesture. "I know! I'll call you Nicci!"

Ivy rolled her eyes but Robin just laughed. "Just like the Captain," she whispered to herself, but didn't argue with the nick-name.

"So, you're looking for your friends?" Ivy asked to bring them back on track. If she left Harley alone they would be chasing conversational bunnies all night.

"Yes, but this place is unlike anything I've ever seen. I wouldn't even know where to start. I do hope they haven't been brutally murdered and left in a ditch somewhere," she said with a grim smile which invited the two other women to see her joke. Ivy didn't see anything funny about the comment but Harley cracked up, falling out of her chair in her mirth.

"I like you," the clown girl gasped between giggles. "You're funny."

Ivy got up and went to one of her potted plants by the window. She stroked the Venus fly trap like a kitten and considered her options. Despite herself, she started to like this Nico Robin. The pirate woman was intelligent, brave, composed, and (unless she missed her guess) strong, very strong. When they had first seen the woman walking through their yard, they had invited/threatened her inside with the intention of killing her after they found out how much she knew. Now, Ivy made another decision, apparently the same one as her partner.

"Red, can we help her?" Harley asked. She was now sitting cross-legged on top of the chair back. "Please? I want to meet more funny pirates. Please, please, please?" She gave her best puppy eyes, which Ivy was not immune to. Robin hid her mouth as she laughed again.

"Fine," Ivy snarled, but her smile took the sting out of it. Harley beamed at her, her blond pigtails bobbing as she nodded excitedly.

"Robin, uh, Nicci," Ivy changed the name. She didn't like Robins either. "We know this town. You're lucky you met us. If your friends are in Gotham, we'll find them."

Robin smiled again, seemingly undisturbed by the rapid change in their attitude. "I appreciate this very much. Thank you." She laughed her quiet "fu fu fu" again. "I hope the others have as nice a time as I am having. We tend to get into trouble wherever we go."