Author's note: sorry for the long time to update. I don't feel like I need to tell you guys an excuse, I just didn't have any ideas on how to end this. Well here it is, I hope it's not too awful. And thanks to the people who had added this to their favourite stories and to their alerts. I hope I don't disappoint anyone.

The Joker could hear his heart beat throbbing in his head. His vision had become blurry and there was a strong pain in his chest. "Am I having a heart attack?" He thought to himself. He was standing in his office clutching his chest holding onto the knife that was burrowed into him. It all came rushing back to him, he wasn't having a heart attack. He was stabbed in the chest by Ivy before she ran off with Harley. He felt blood against his back and head, he was already on the floor. Soon he would be dead, and Ivy would be a hero to all of Gotham. "How could I let myself be killed by that bitch!" He thought wearily turning his head slightly to see Ivy and Harley struggling to open the door. Slowly he closed his eyes to fall asleep, never to wake again.

"Open you stupid door!" Ivy hissed, She tried multiple time to open it but it wouldn't even budge. She started to kick at the door and yank on the door handle. "WHY WON'T YOU OPEN!" She screamed have a minor break down. Harley had already wandered off climbing up a ladder onto the rafters. She calmly jumped from beam to beam till she reached the opposite side of the warehouse. She crouched down and opened a small panel on the wall, revealing a clown. She pressed the clowns nose the jumped down to the ground, just missing the explosion. All at the same time the doors unlocked and the bars from the windows retreated. Ivy stood triumphantly outside the door that she just opened. Harley chuckled and skipped after her.

"Was there an explosion in the warehouse?" Ivy asked licking an ice cream cone. After escaping the girls decided to celebrate with ice cream. They walked down the street holding hands and eating ice cream, they both had a satisfied look on their faces.

"Yeah there was, it was just of his old booby traps." Harley said casually. She didn't want to ruin Ivy's fun, so she didn't mention that she unlocked the doors.

"Oh, did you get hurt?" Ivy said with a look of worry on her face.

"No, I knew it was there before it exploded. I jumped out of the way." Harley said with a smile holding starting to giggle.

"Okay, I'm just glad you're safe." Ivy said giving Harley a kiss on the cheek. Harley blushed slightly she wasn't used to someone caring about her safety yet.

"Well let's go to a restaurant to celebrate getting rid of that psychopath!" Harley said with a smile on her face. Ivy looked at her shocked, she thought Harley would be devastated at the fact that the Joker is dead. Harley grabbed onto her hand and pulled Ivy down the street. Ivy gave a sigh of relief, knowing she would never hear from that clown again. But she had to make sure he was dead, before she could believe it.

Later that night Harley asleep peacefully in Ivy's arms. Ivy slowly slid Harley out of her arms into their soft bed. She put on her usual costume and hurried out the door towards the warehouse. After going through many familiar alleys and small streets she reached the small alley where she used to find Harley unconscious. She ran around the corner and into the warehouse. The Joker's body was still in the middle of the room in a pool of blood. Ivy quickly checked for a pulse, she paused for a second and walked out of the warehouse. Harley was finally free, forever.

Author's note: So how did you like it? Should I make an epilogue? Should I make another fanfiction? Any suggestions? Anyways I thought that maybe it would be fun just to show Ivy being a ditz for once.