The Right Side of Wrong

All the Best Inmates Have Daddy Issues: Part 1

{A/N: I'm skipping to 'All the Best Inmates Have Daddy Issues' since I don't see Veronica's presence having any significant changes in the other episodes}

Veronica's POV:

So, Mr. Freeze is gone, and Ivy's engaged to Kite Man! It took a few bumps in the road for the proposal to go off without a hitch, but I'm so glad they finally went through with it. Harley's taking Ivy and me to a bar tonight for a 'Girls' Night Out'. While I'm happy to celebrate Ivy's engagement officially, I think Harley just wants me out of the office and away from Riddler for something besides stealing flamethrowers and killing our enemies.

As much as I appreciate the effort, I've enjoyed babysitting Riddler; don't tell him I called it that. We mostly sit in silence, but I'm starting to feel like he and I are getting back on track, even if it's only temporarily. If he escapes, when he escapes, I want to go with him. I'd still be in touch with Harley, but as crazy as it sounds, I've missed him. Aside from the fake version of him Scarecrow made up, I've missed his voice in my head, and that's what I was focused on when Harley told me to use my breathing exercises. All the good memories, from the day we met to the day we got together. I need time, but not as much as I thought.

Harley: "Ok. Marry, fuck, kill. Kite Man, Mr. Freeze, Joker."

Me: "Ivy, mind if I go first?"

Ivy nods with a curious smile.

Me: "I know you're engaged to him, but he seems nice. So, marry Kite Man, fuck Mr. Freeze if he wasn't already married & dead, and kill Joker. Ive?"

Ivy: "Yeah, I mean the first one's my fiancee, and the other two are already dead. Plus, one of them is Harley's ex-boyfriend. So, gross and duh."

Harley: "All right, last one. Two Face, Killer Croc, Joker?"

Ivy: "Again, he's dead, so let's just-"

Harley: "No, no. It's Joker."

Harley points to the guy behind the bar, who looks familiar, but Ivy doesn't see the resemblance.

Ivy: "Oh, my God. It's a totally unremarkable looking white guy."

Harley: "I'm telling you, that is him, just without his puke green haired bleached white skin."

Me: "And maniacal laugh, blood lust in his eyes, and fire engine red lips."

Harley: "No, that was lipstick. He always stole mine. Ugh, he was so annoying. Like, hello, you can murder a family, but you're afraid to buy makeup on your own?"

Ivy: "Harls, this guy does not look like he was flattened by a thousand tons of steel and concrete when a tower of his own image crushed him to death, which is what happened to Joker, so-"

Harley: "Uh, his body was never found. Haven't you seen those conspiracy videos on WayneTube?"

Ivy: "Yeah, the one with the song raises some decent points. But still, it's impossible that that guy is him."

Harley: "Joker tried to throw me in that acid to undo me. What if that's him undone?"

Ivy gently leads Harley's mug away from her.

Ivy: "Yeah, I think you're done. Babe, I'm telling you it's not him."

Harley shows us a photo of the bartender with Joker's makeup, and Ivy finally realizes.