Harley's POV:
I walked to an industrial neighborhood. The air was dirtier than I remembered. I had let my babies, Bud and Lou go because they couldn't breathe the air here. I probably needed another shot myself. I walked around for a while. Finally, I got to Ivy's house. Number 990. I knocked on the door. No one answered. She must not be home. What if she was in Arkham? I rung the doorbell. I saw a dim light come on. She slowly peeked out. "Harley?" She asked, opening the door. "Don't call me Harley anymore." I said, walking in. I sat on the couch and starting crying.
Ivy's POV:
I wrapped a blanket around Harley, made a fire, and made some tea. "What happened this time?" I asked Harley.
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Harley and Ivy
FanfictionAfter the last straw with the Joker, a bruised and beaten Harley visits her friend Ivy. Ivy takes Harley under her wing. But, Ivy has very strong feelings for Harley. Can she contain them?
