Short Story: Harley Quinn(completed May 31st 2015)

Chapter FIVE: Pamela Isley

Poison Ivy's POV
We were sleeping, no noise filled the house, it was completely silent. The neighbourhood had only the noise of stray cars and dogs, the occasional car and the average rookie mugger. It was too quiet, this was the east end. Harley had gone to bed an hour after I had, she was on her computer in her little secret study.

Tranquility.

Silence.

But that was all broken when sudden screams of pain and rumbling erupted from Harley's room. I woke up immediately, and rushed toward her room.

When I arrived, I heard a loud thud and I attempted to open the door, but it was shut tight, it might have been locked. I slammed myself against the door, but it didn't open.

I kept trying to break the door down when I finally decided to destroy the door completely. I opened my left hand and felt the surging energy run through my body. I quickly lifted my hand from my hips to my face and a gigantic vine burst through the ground and destroyed the door.

I commanded the plant to go back down into the ground and I rushed into the room.

Harley was lying on the floor, shivering from whatever had just happened, she was obviously traumatized.

I knelt down beside her and hugged her. Her head resting on my chest. I stroked her hair with a gentle rhythm. She hugged me and began to cry.

"Harley, it's okay. It's okay." I told her. I shushed her and told her to just stay there. "It's okay, Harley. Everything will be all right."
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In the morning, Harley and I prepared for another long journey across Gotham. We made sure to do it during the late morning so we wouldn't have a problem with Batman.

As we began walking down the street, I began mumbling things to myself, that, somehow, I couldn't even make out. The though was clear in my brain, but I couldn't understand what I was saying.

"Red?" Harley asked, turning to face me. "You okay? I can hear you mumbling." I froze in place and was at a loss for words.

Say something Pamela! Just say something! I thought to myself. She put her hand on my shoulder. "Pamela, are you okay?" She said, concern filling her beautiful blue eyes.

"Yes. I--I'm okay. It's just...I was wondering about two nights ago...when we kissed. Does that mean--"

"We're together?" She interrupted. "Only if you want to. Do you?" She asked me.

"Yes...I mean I don't know! Do you?" I responded nervously, afraid of what she'd say.

"Yes, I want us to be together. But, again, only if you want to." She told me.

"Yes, I want to as well." I told her, and she smiled. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, before walking away, and I followed.

"So what are you planning? We're helpless and weak right now. We have no allies." I told her, and she froze.

She looked to be pondering on the thought for a few seconds. She pulled out the phone she stole. Pushing a bunch of buttons, that I couldn't see, she put the phone to her ear and began talking to someone as if they haven't talked in a long time.

"This isn't the time to be making recreational calls, Harley." I told her. She looked at me and I saw the message in her eyes.

Ok, she's not making a recreational call. I told myself.

She said 'bye' and hung up the phone, placing it under her bra. She told me to wait and I reluctantly obeyed. About and hour later, a pink 2016 dodge challenger pulled up beside us. Harley approached the side of the vehicle, opened the door, pulled the front seat forward and sat in the back. I then readjusted the front seat and sat in it.

In the drivers seat was an asian girl. "Hi, I'm Azia, and I see that you guys have been on my phone. No doubt you've been snooping around on it." She introduced herself. Keeping her eyes on the road, she didn't seem to care that we were known "super-villains" and she acted like we were friends she saw everyday.

"So, I'm guessing you want it back?" Harley asked.

Without looking away from the road, Azia reached her hand back to grab her phone. I looked back and Harley grabbed the phone out of her bra and handed her the phone.

"Really?" The girl asked. She took the phone and wiped it a little bit on her pants. "Oh, Ivy, do you want something...better to wear? I mean, those leaves aren't very protective, nor secretive."

"Um...sure." I said. I was getting a little bit uncomfortable, but I didn't know why.

"Ok, there're some pants in the back seat, beside Harley. You can put them on right now if you want. And don't worry, they're clean." Harley passed me the pants and I slipped them on in the vehicle.

"Where are we going?" I asked. Harley leaned up between the two front seats.

"She's taking us to Ace Chemicals. I know someone there." Harley told me, leaning back into her seat, she began looking out the window, watching the building speed by. The car came to a sudden stop and Azia unlocked the doors.

"Ok, we're here." Azia told us. As we exited the vehicle, Azia called out to us. "Hey! Good luck."

"Thank you." I said, and we walked away. The loud screech of tires echoed in our ears and the smell of burnt rubber shot up our noses.

As we walked toward the building, I heard Harley chuckling.

"What is it?" I asked her. She smirked. "What?" I asked again.

"It's--it's nothing." She said quietly. She smiled even more.

"No it isn't, what is it?" I asked her once more.

"Ok, it's--it's just you look good in those pants." She laughed. "It's a nice change."

"Ok." I said. "I guess I'll wear these more often."