When Harley awoke the next morning, the smell of coffee immediately hit her nose. It was a pleasant scent. She usually never drank coffee and, on the rare occasion she had some around, she would prepare it for the Joker. Now she knew it was made for her. The idea that someone was willing to take care of her made her heart sing. That's when she realized.

"Ivy?" she spoke out. Her voice cracked and it made her wonder how long she'd been asleep for. She saw her iPod laying across the bed and pulled it towards herself. It read 11:39. She'd been asleep practically since the prior afternoon. She was glad her dreams got less tense as the night progressed. Something about having Ivy there with her just soothed her. Her brain went back to her original goal, "Red?"

She heard a crash in the kitchen and Ivy called out, "I'll be there in a moment, hold on!"

Harley looked out the window and saw a flock of pigeons fly past. She couldn't remember ever seeing a flock of pigeons fly by before, but it was Gotham City. Anything could happen. The door creaked open and Ivy peeked in. "Good morning, sunshine," she whispered.

"Hi," Harley smiled and scooted to the side of the bed in order to make room. Ivy walked in with two cups of coffee and sat down.

"You were out for around seventeen hours, Harls. I was worried about you."

"I'm alright, Red."

"You didn't seem alright last night."

Harley propped herself on her side and looked up at Ivy, "Ivy, I don't wanna go back."

Ivy was placing the coffee cups down on the bedside table and looked at Harley with only seriousness in her eyes, "You don't want to go back?"

"I don't and I won't."

Ivy sighed, not sure if she should believe Harley. She felt that she may just be preparing to get her hopes up, but a sip of coffee and one look back at Harley reassured her that she was telling the truth, "Well… wow. Alright."

"And I wanna stay here, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, of course that's okay, Harley. Of course. Why wouldn't that be okay?"

"I dunno, I just… I dunno."

Ivy leaned down to Harley and kissed her softly. "I love you, okay? You're always welcome here. You've always been."

"You love me?"

"Of course I love you, Harls."

"Well, yeah, I mean, I love you, too, but I didn't know ya loved me like that," Harley looked at Ivy in disbelief. It was like all the pieces were finally falling together for her, "Duh, how did I not realize, Red? Of course ya love me!"

Red smiled at her and then just laughed a bit, "Did it just now click?"

Harley shook her head and laughed with her, laying back in the bed, "Yeah, I guess so."

They just looked at each other like that for a bit and then Ivy raised her mug back up, "How much sugar did you want?"

"Two spoonfuls?"

"I put three."

"You know me well." Harley reached for hers, but groaned. She forgot that she was injured. Ivy grabbed her mug and met her halfway and then pushed up pillows onto the headboard so Harley could sit back comfortably."

"It's all gonna just pool at the bottom, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," Harley waved her off, took a sip, and smiled, "It's good."

"I know it's good, Harls, I made it."

"How come ya don't mind drinking plant water?"

Ivy looked at her confused and Harley raised her mug in the air. Ivy got it, "You mean like coffee and tea and stuff?"

"Yeah, you're all protect the plants an' stuff and then ya use them. Does it not bother ya?"

"Plants need nutrients from each other to grow. How do you think forests work?"

"I dunno, just seems weird. I mean, I know ya don't eat meat."

"I try to do what's best for my body, Harls."

Harley nodded and took another sip of her coffee, "I gotcha, I think."

They sat there, drinking their coffees, and Harley placed her hand palm up above their comforter. Ivy looked at it for a second and smiled, placing hers on top and interlocking their fingers. For once, Ivy didn't get sad about the affection; it was permanent. Also for once, Ivy didn't want to pester Harley about the clown. Harley was really over the Joker and she didn't need to ask follow up questions to believe it.

"Can we watch a movie?" Harley whispered, breaking the silence that had grown between them.

"What kind of movie?" Ivy asked, tracing circles with her thumb on the back of Harley's hand.

"Well, it's… uh… a musical romcom."

"Okay… and where exactly are we getting this movie from?"

Harley pointed to the bedside table and Ivy kissed Harley's hand before letting her go.

She pulled the bedside table's drawer open to reveal none other than High School Musical. Ivy groaned, "Harley? Really?"

Harley chuckled to herself and nodded.

"When did you put this in here?"

"I dunno… a week or two ago?" She bit her lip and looked at Ivy innocently, "Can we watch it? Please?"

"I mean, sure. I guess so. Just promise you won't yell-"

"WHAT TEAM?" Harley yelled, laughing, out into the bedroom.

"That," Ivy shook her head, "Come on, Harls. Lemme help you up." Ivy put their empty mugs down and moved around the bed to Harley's side.

Harley stuck her arm out to keep Ivy away, "WHAT TEAM?"

Ivy pushed Harley's arm down and scooped her into her arms. She walked into the living room and plopped onto the couch with Harley on her lap.

"WHAT TEAM?" The plants in the living room recoiled away from Harley's chanting.

"Wildcats," Ivy muttered under her breath. Harley smiled contentedly and scooted off of Ivy's lap.

"Thank you."

Ivy shook her head, amused, and walked up to their TV set-up and started the movie. When she sat back down, Harley curled up against her, but by the time the first notes to Start of Something New played, Harley was sitting on the floor directly in front of the TV and Ivy didn't have the heart to tell her that to back up.

Not even halfway through the movie, though, Harley was passed out again. Except this time, instead of crying on a bed, she was snoring on the floor. Ivy stopped the movie and turned the TV off, relocating both herself and Harley back into their bedroom. When Harley was comfortably back in bed, she walked back out to the living room, sitting on the couch.

"It's gonna be awhile til she's really back to herself, huh?" she asked the plant resting on a table beside her. She'd wait, though. What else could she do? What else would she want to do? "At least she's staying here now. She's never going to be hurt by that sick maniac again. If he even comes near her…" she trailed off. She pet the leaves of her plant affectionately and walked off into the kitchen. She swept the glass off of the floor from a mug she had knocked down when Harley awoke.

After she threw the glass away she realized that neither she or Harley had eaten a proper meal in two days. It wasn't that awful for her, she didn't need much food to survive anymore, but it couldn't be helping Harley's case at all. She opened her pantry and quickly realized that she had practically nothing in it. She still had donuts from the day before and, while Harley would definitely be happy to eat them, it wasn't very substantial. Ivy decided to head out and grab something for her lady friend. She hoped that she would be back before Harley woke up.

She grabbed her coat, sunglasses, and a hat and headed out the door. Putting her coat on as she walked she passed the gas station or what was left of it. Someone had put up police tape around the perimeter. That was new. A couple cop cars were still at the site, but no living cops were around. She wasn't surprised that the Gotham City Police Department hadn't considered this gas station incident as a high priority. Classic GCPD. She tried the door handle, not expecting it to be that easy to get in, but it was unlocked and the keys were still inside. Within minutes she was in the thick of Gotham City traffic. Why is it so busy at two o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday? She pressed on until she passed the Iceberg Lounge and made a quick turn into its parking lot. She jumped out of the car and laughed when she remembered it was a cop car again. It was weird enough that she was driving it, but she knew it would freak out anyone leaving the Lounge. Nobody came to the lounge during the day unless they were specifically meeting with Cobblepot.

She walked inside and scanned the room. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and crystalline tables and decor glimmered in the light shining through semi-translucent curtains. A ginormous stage filled the north side of the room. It was spacious and, despite the occasional windows, dim. It didn't help that Cobblepot kept it at a low temperature. It made sense for when it was full of warm bodies, but in the middle of the day in a city that already was cold and rainy? Ivy didn't like it.

"Cobblepot, where are you?" Ivy called out into the vast emptiness. She heard a door slam and the click of footsteps echoed around her. A hallway by the far end of the room illuminated and the silhouette of Oswald Cobblepot came into view.

"What an unpleasant surprise," Cobblepot mumbled in something resembling a stage whisper.

"Charmed to see you, too."

"You do realize I don't usually talk to people who I'm not expecting."

"I suppose I should be honored, then."

"Not many get this generosity from me."

"I'll make it fast. I don't want to be having this conversation either."

Cobblepot grumbled to himself and walked out into the middle of the chamber where Ivy met him, "What's going on, Ivy?"

Ivy couldn't meet his eyes when she spoke, "I need food and I know that you have plentiful supply here."

Cobblepot scoffed, "Can't you just grow some?"

"Listen, Cobblepot," she started and then she paused and calmed down, "It's not for me, it's for Harley."

"Joker's Harley?"

Ivy cringed, "What other Harley?"

"The two of 'em have another falling out?"

"You could call it that."

Cobblepot looked around nervously, "Okay, I guess. If it puts me in good terms with at least one of the crazies. I'll bag something up for you."

"Thank you."

"I'll be right back," he replied, "If that's alright with you."

Ivy nodded and Cobblepot hobbled away. She walked around the room, running her hand along the cold wood of the stage floor. She admired the room; it was definitely glamourous, she'd give him that. She also appreciated that he was willing to help her and Harley despite neither of them ever really being fans of each other. He walked back carrying a duffel bag full of food.

"It's not all fish is it?" Ivy raised an eyebrow at the small man walking towards her. He sneered back and handed her the bag.

"Alright, that's all I've got for you. Now I have some business to get back to."

Ivy took the bag and walked out the door. She headed back to the parking lot to get back into her stolen vehicle when she noticed it was gone and a spray painted green smiley face took it's place.

"No," she muttered under her breath. She began walking in the direction of her house, but she felt exposed. She knew that the Joker was here and that he was watching her from somewhere. She walked faster, but she had no doubt that if he wanted to get to her, he would be able to no matter how fast she went or where she decided to go. And yet, somehow she wasn't terrified.

She had a blustering anger when it came to the Joker and she knew that if he came anywhere near her, she'd either fight hard to bring him down or die trying. He had caused too much pain and suffering to be left lollygagging around.

It was for that reason that she stopped. She let the people walking on the sidewalks just continue on past and instead of going along she just slid into an alleyway and waited. She didn't need to wait long.

"Oh, Pammy," she heard from down the alleyway, "Fancy seeing you here."

"What do you want, clown?"

"Oh, defensive, are you nervous?"

"Nervous for your sake."

"For my sake?" The Joker tsked and walked to just about a yard away from her, "Why for my sake?"

Ivy just glared at him and he continued to step closer.

"Do we have beef?"

Ivy still didn't answer and he got much closer.. Being this close to the Joker was vile, at least to her. Somehow Harley loved it and, hell, used to prefer to be this close to the creep. The Joker went from feigning friendliness to simply anger. He got into Ivy's face and looked her in the eyes. Whispering, he spoke, "I don't think you heard me. I said," he put a hand on Ivy's shoulder, "Do we-"

Ivy took a step back.

"Have-"

He pulled her closer again with an iron grip.

"Beef?"

Ivy didn't think she had ever heard someone say beef so angrily before. It was practically like he growled it out. She may have been uncomfortable with the Joker so close to herself, but she wasn't scared like many others would have been in her shoes. She used his nearness to her advantage.

"Yes," she whispered back, "I believe we do." She ducked down out of his grasp and punched him in the stomach, running to the direction he had appeared from.

"Running away, are you?" The Joker laughed after her. She kept running. She knew what she was doing. Eventually he followed after. When he stumbled onto her again she was standing with her arms crossed on one of Gotham's rare patches of greenery.

"You have no business with Harley anymore," Ivy said, kneeling down to the grass.

The Joker laughed to himself coldly, "No business with Harley? Pammy, dear, I made Harley. She's mine."

"Not anymore, she isn't." She stuck her hands in the ground and the grass around her suddenly awoke. It erupted up and grew in size into large stocks. Some began to bloom.

"Now, Pammy, I'm sure we can talk this out. Be civil."

"I'm through with being civil!" She put her hand on the stock closest to her and glared at the Joker. All of the stocks quickly bent to aim at him and thrust forward at once, tossing him backwards. Then, she moved out from between them all and commanded them to tie together. They created one even more gigantic stock rope which straightened out and then fell directly on the Joker as he was trying to stand back up, successfully knocking him out. The things a girl can do when she runs on pure animosity.

The Joker didn't even seem to really fight back. Maybe he just didn't believe what I vy was willing to do to him. Perhaps it was because she had never tried to before; perhaps it was because he had a disgustingly inflated ego. Ivy returned the grass to its normal state except for a sheet of plant fibers that she made, she decided to head out. She dragged the Joker by his foot onto the sheet and continued to drag the sheet all the way back to her house. It took a ridiculously long time to walk home, especially lugging a body, but she took all the back roads and alleys to stay mostly hidden and eventually made it.

She could see that the lights were on inside the house, suggesting that Harley was already awake. Harley took naps like it was nobody's business. She realized she must've been gone for longer than she thought. She was definitely gone much longer than she expected.

She dragged the Joker up to the doorstep and went inside, "Harley! A little help please!"