I Choose Her

Pammy, Stop.

🌿Poison Ivy's Point of View🌿

Before we walk deeper in the forest I notice police looking for something. Possibly us.

"Safe to say we are thoroughly screwed." I utter. We walk deeper in the forrest. "They're bound to have all the airports and train stations covered by now. I can maybe disguise myself and squeak through the cordon..." I think while he digs through a bag.  "...but you?" I scoff and he pulls out a piece of foil and begins to unwrap it. "Well, it was a nice dream while it last... Is that a yam?" I ask while I feel my eyebrow raise.

"A very special yam, yes." Floronic man smiles. "With certain unique properties. I removed half a dozen of these tubers from Swamp Thing's corpse a few years ago" the yam is now in my face. "...while he was temporarily deceased. This is my last one. I've been saving it for just such an occasion." He breaks the yam in half.

"Not hungry." I utter.

"Eat."

"It's frozen." I complain.

"Eat!" He demands. I take it from his hands and sink my teeth into. The more I chew the worse it gets. "More!" I take another bite when he begins to eat his.

"Ugh! It tastes awful." I say finally shallowing it while the taste lingers in my mouth. "Whoa!" My vision blurs and I begin to she the trees rock back and forth.

"Take my hand." Although I should have asked what's going on, I trust whatever this is. It's like I'm hallucinating. He places his hand in a nearby tree. The trees seem to be opening up but instead of seeing the other side I see a green portal. The green travels up his hand in a vine like formation. It travels his whole body, then mine. It begins to expand to the grass. My body feels almost like I'm not in control of it anymore. My body rocks due to me losing my balance.

"What the f..."

"Relax." He tells me. "Concentrate on our destination. Become one with the green." Now walking into the tree. "With the green! Silly me, I almost forgot." He chuckles, now grabbing the bag he almost left.

♦️Harley Quinn's Point Of View♦️

"Oh, man, I'm beat." I say, drinkin' a bottle a water. On an ambulance truck. "How ya doin', Nightwig?" I ask. He sighs an' it looks like he rolled his eye at me. "Oh, right, Nightwing, sorry." I say. "It's like that thing when ya can't remember if it's suppose ta be 'their...'with E-I-R, or 'they're' with Y-apostrophe-R-E? Ya know, ya got a 50-50 chance ta gettin' it right but somehow ya always pick tha wrong." I tell 'em. He sits there in silence, lookin' glum, now makin' me feel glum. "Anyhow... sorry."

"Forget it." He sighs.

"Yeah? So, we're good?" I ask with a smile.

"Sure." He's now smilin' back. We see Bats walkin' toward us so we get up off tha truck I guess ta look a little more presentable.

"The police are setting up roadblocks." Batman tells us. "Covering the airports, bus terminals, train stations. Sarge Steel is calling in the FBI and the National Guard." He says, lookin' at his GPS thingy.

"What about us?" Nightwing asks.

"We're headed to Louisiana... fast." He answers. Just as he does, his batplane flies above us.

"The GPS coordinates for the Holland lab are locked in. Saddle up. Thanks for your help." He tells me. I begin to feel hurt and upset. They begin ta walk off an I follow 'em.

"Hey! Now wait just a goddamn minute. That's it? Ya got what ya wanted an' now ya just gonna dump me? Like Nightwing over here? Captain Kirk'ing me fer info an' then '...see ya later, toots'?"

"Hey, you were the one who...and I never..." Nightwing tried ta explain but I'm too angry I cut 'em off because what I gotta day is heaps more important.

"Ya need me, Batman!" I say now walkin' in front of 'em. "Uh-huh. That's right. Ya need me! You saw how tough Plant Guy is. Tossing ya guys around like raggedy dolls. If he kicked yer butts again, then what? Ya think ya're gonna be able ta sweet-talk Ivy inta givin' up ha diabolical plan? Huh, Mr. Smoothie? 'Cause I got ta tell ya, yer line ain't that great. An' beside...