Yo peeps,

Here's the new chapter, not a lot of J but we see more Ivy in this one.

I'm not going to do the whole abuse trigger warning because you're reading this story, you know is going to have a few punches in it.

Enjoy

Nessa

xoxo

Chapter 8

Her throat was on fire, it felt like she hadn't drunk anything in days, her head was pounding and her eyes demanded to stay closed. She groaned and rolled over, scrunching her eyes tightly to stop the light getting through. It was far too early for this shit.

Early? It was never this light when she got up. Forgetting her headache Harley whipped around to look at the alarm clock and squeaked in poor shock at the time. 11:00 was blaring at her in angry green lights and she jumped form her bed as if it was suddenly extremely hot, grabbing anything she could find to put on and pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. As soon as she was dressed she rushed to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, washing away the remains of last nights make up and groaning at how awful she looked. She knew that shower would freshen her up but she needed to get to work, she only had half an hour before her sessions with the Joker.

She grabbed her already packed handbag and rushed down the street, her clothed feet padding harshly on the cement as she ran up the heel to Arkham, panting and sweating. When she got to the doors the guard laughed and threw her a bottle of water, winking. He was her favourite person right now. Only briefly stopping off to drop off her bag and grab the joker's file and her notepad from her office Harley rushed down the corridor to the padded room, already fifteen minutes late.

"I'm so sorry J, I woke up late and I had to run here." She panted as she sat down, making eye contact with the green haired villain in front of her. That's when she noticed the subtle change in the way he held himself. His lip was tight and looked as if he was holding back something, he sat straighter than usual and his fists were clenched, as if he were about to hit someone. He was angry. "I really am sorry J." she whispered.

"Harley, Harley, Harley. Why'd you wake up so late huh? Was it because you couldn't even stand eight hours ago." He growled at her and her skin ran cold.

"H-How'd you know that?" She whispered in fear that raising her voice any higher would set him off, this was the person everyone was afraid of, not the kind man that had bought her flowers but the man that ruled over everything.

"It's my damn club Harley! How the fuck else would I know? You made me look like a fucking idiot you stupid girl! Can't even keep my own fucking pet in line for one evening, she's too busy fucking around and falling into the arms of my fucking henchman. Be thankful that it was Frost and not some goddamn pervert that got you home! You could have been killed Harley! Not to mention you keep me fucking worrying for an extra fifteen minutes to know whether you're fucking okay!" He screamed all at once, slamming his fists on the desk and making her jump. His club? Damn. Wait, his pet? Am I heck!

"Pet? Pet? I ain't your fucking pet J!" Harley screamed back and then realized how unprofessional that was, she needed to get this conversation under control right now.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me Harley, I own you!" Joker roared and she saw his fist raising, cutting out the light for a split second. She had no time to react before his fist came crashing down on her left cheek, excruciating pain blossoming from where the contact was made. Harley fell to the floor and crawled over to the door, hitting the panic button just in time for the joker to drag her back into the room, administrating another punch to her gut. She could feel the air being knocked out of her and she gasped, like a fish out of water. Damn that hurt.

The door was flung open and the two orderlies charged in, handcuffing the joker and injecting a seductive into his neck to calm his actions. All at one he released his death hold on Harley's neck and dropped to the floor.

Harley gaped at the man underneath her and couldn't believe what had just happened. All because she had gotten drunk?

"Miss Quinsel? Are you okay?" A guard ran into the room and grabbed Harley as the Joker made one last lunge at her before being dragged from the room, the orderlies screaming about isolation.

"I'm… okay. I'm just… really confused." She muttered and looked around at the mess in the room. All the papers of his file where scattered around and her chair thrown backwards but his was still upright. Her glasses lay across the room shattered and missing an arm. She sighed and looked at the guard who was watching her with caution, waiting for her to go into shock.

"You shouldn't be. That man is a menace, he's done much worse to his doctors before." Yeah but he's never called them his before either. She thought, wondering just what that meant. He shook his head and led her from the room, insisting she get checked out. she nodded absently, thinking about everything that had just happened and decided that she just could not figure out what had caused her patient to freak out on her like that. He was never violent to her before.

…

After an hour in the medic's office, Harley was ordered to go home and rest, being signed off for a week for post traumatic stress even though she just felt numb. She grabbed her stuff from her office and looked at the still fresh flowers in the corner, a tear slipping from her eye. How had he turned from Mr romantic to crazy man in one night, all because she got a little wasted? She knew that he was interested in her but not enough to be so worked up over her getting drunk. Plus if he hadn't wanted her to why had he let her get free drinks in his club? How the hell did his employees know who she was anyway? And why did Frost call her Quinn instead of Quinsel? Who the hell was Quinn?

Her head was spinning and she rummaged around in her bag for some painkillers, growling when she come up short. "Hey, you alright hun?" A familiar voice called to her from across the street and Harley looked up to see the woman who had helped her just yesterday running over to her.

"Yeah, I just had a run in at work and my head hurts, need to find some pain killers." Harley muttered, not wanting to explain the full story to a complete stranger.

"Well I don't have any pills but I have this," Pam held out a small plant, Harley looked at her, puzzled. "It's Harpagophytum procumbens, or Devil's claw to most. It's an anti-inflammatory plant, helps with headaches." She smiled and handed in to Harley.

"So you don't have Anadin but you have a plant I have never heard of? Are you some sort of Botanist?" Harley laughed.

"Something like that… anyway, just rip a little bit of the leaf off at a time and chew it, it isn't pleasant but it works much better than a pill would, trust me." She smiled warmly and linked her arm in mine.

"Anyway what you wanna do today? Since I am guessing you have the rest of the day off the nurse that shiner you have on your eye? We may as well hang out." Pam started dragging Harley down the street.

"Wait what? We? You want to hang out?" Harley looked at her, was this woman insane?

"Well duh, that is what best friends do right?"

"Best friends?" Harley laughed.

"Yup, I like you Harleen, and I want to show you the ropes to make sure that clown don't hit you again." Pam states and carries on walking but Harley stops dead in her tracks, halting her new friend also.

"How'd you know…"

"Oh please, I know a joker punch when I see one, even had one delivered to myself before. He must really like you though because that is one hell of a love tap." Pam looks closely at Harley's eye.

"I-he- what? Love tap?" Harley ponders.

"Mhm, the clown only hits for two reasons, he hates you, like me, or he loves you. And that," she points at Harley's eye, "is most definitely love." Pam looks proud of herself.

"And how would you know that?" Harley challenges, lifting her head up proudly.

"Because the only other person I saw with a black eye like that is batman, and he is the Joker's obsession. I say you got yourself a pretty dangerous boyfriend their blondie." Pam patted her head.

"Hey, he ain't my boyfriend, and he don't love me, red." Harley smirked.

"Suuureee, but you love him right?" Red watched her face for a reaction and Harley's body betrayed her, blushing a scarlet red. "You do don't you Quinsel! Damn that's so unprofessional!" Pam squealed and started laughing, love Harley's discomfort.

"I do not, I am just trying to cure him. Besides how do you know him so well anyway?" Harley pouted.

"Like I said, he hates me. I stole something off him a while ago and he never forgave me." Red checked her nails, as if stealing off of J was nothing.

"What'd ya steal?" Harley queried.

"A plant, for my research." Pam looked at her, seeing if she took the bait.

"What research?" what the hell would J be doing with a plant someone needed for medical science?

"It was for a toxin that would make a man a mindless zombie under my control. Still haven't quite perfected it but he wanted it for the god forsaken Joker toxin gas shit he uses." Pam grinds her teeth but Harley feels her whole body go in to shock, if Pam was trying to control men with plant toxins, and knew J that could only mean one thing.

"Oh my god you're Poison Ivy." Harley whispers in pure shock.

"The one and only." Pam smiles and holds her hands out in a mock superhero pose.

Shit, Harley thought, I need to get out of here.

A/N- please review :)