The Right Side of Wrong

Devil's Snare

Veronica's POV:

So, we stopped Scarecrow, he threw himself into toxic water, and now the city's filled with plant people. Worse, Ivy can't control them somehow, even though the toxin contains her pheromones. The trees throw splinters at us, but we manage to dodge, minus Clayface, since they go through him. Luckily, the Justice League comes to our rescue but blames Ivy for everything. I grab Wonder Woman's lasso and wrap it around Ivy.

Me: "Ivy, did you do this?"

Ivy: "We didn't do it. We aren't responsible for the tree monsters. I secretly watch NASCAR. I take long showers. I think paper straws are stupid and get too soggy. I was very excited for Jazz Fest."

Superman: "If you're not responsible for this, who is?"

Before we can answer, a book appears and sucks the Justice League into its pages as Queen of Fables appears.

Fables: "30 years ago, you cosplaying assholes trapped me in a book. Time to return the favor. Word of advice, do not smell Rapunzel's hair. Ain't no shower in that tower."

Harley: "Queen! You really saved the day. I guess not killing you worked out pretty well."

Fables: "Not really. Quick question: Can any of you fly?"

Me: "Does levitation count?"

Fables: "Close enough."

Fables drops a bean to the ground, which transforms into a beanstalk that shoots us into the sky.

King Shark: "Holy mackerel, we're up high! I've never been this far above sea level before."

Sy: "Calm down. Don't panic. Pick a spot in the horizon and stare at it. Wait, that's for sea sickness. What are we, on a cloud now?"

Harley: "Yeah. Looks like Fables teamed up with the Legion to kill us."

Clayface: "Fables may have actually done us a solid. Seems much safer up here than down there."

Giant: "Fee, fi, fo, fum. I smell the blood of small man scum."

Sy: "I say we make like Jack, climb down the beanstalk, chop it down, kill the giant, French kiss Rapunzel, done."

Ivy: "Keep your creepy bionic hands off Rapunzel."

Giant: "I'll grind your bones to bake my bread!"

Clayface: "I know just what we need. An idea. Who's got one?"

Ivy: "I know who can help us. Ronnie, give me your phone."

I hand her the phone, knowing full well who she's calling: Kite Man. Then, the giant approaches us and Harley leaps onto his arm.

Harley: "Why do you have Kite Man's number memorized?"

I turn to her with a look, knowing that it's now or never.

Ivy: "Fine, we're dating."

Harley: "What? Why?"

Ivy: "Uh-"

Harley: "You...You love him?"

Ivy: "I haven't said it yet, but, yeah, I love him a little. Just like Ronnie does with Riddler."

Me: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! We were only dating for almost 2 weeks."