The Right Side of Wrong

Floronic Man

Veronica's POV:

Early this morning, Harley texted me a photo of today's headline in the 'Daily Planet', which consists of the sudden death caused by a 'freak accident' of Professor Jason Woodrue, Ivy's dickhead of an ex who left her to die. She would have if she hadn't injected herself with a mix of human and plant DNA, the very formula that created Frank. So, after explaining to Riddler, who's staying home with the kids today anyway, I head out to Metropolis to visit Harley & Ivy and check in on them, specifically Ivy. When I arrive at their apartment, I knock on the door, and Harley answers.

Me: "How is she?"

Harley: "Still sleeping. Coffee?"

Me: "Weaning, so not yet."

Harley: "Got it."

Regardless, we both walk over to the counter so Harley can make coffee for herself and Ivy as we resume our conversation.

Harley: "I can't believe Ivy didn't tell me. I mean, she's my girlfriend, my partner. I wanna be there for her when shit like this happens."

Me: "Well, I don't blame her. I never would've said anything about what Scarecrow & Joker did to me if I didn't think it would help me process the events, and having my sister as my psychiatrist didn't hurt."

Harley: "Yeah, but if she keeps this bottled up--"

Me: "It could manifest in ways that affect her subconscious and day-to-day life. I know, but she probably needs time to process this like I did. I mean, it's one thing to accidentally or purposefully kill some random guy--We're villains, after all--But to kill the guy who broke your heart, tried to steal your work, and left you for dead isn't something you quickly get over or heal from. I get that her secrecy hurts you, but to be fair, you were pretty reserved when you first broke up with Joker. You refused to admit his flaws or discuss anything negative about your relationship, especially the stuff that physically and mentally hurt you. Just try not to let this--"

Before I can finish my sentence, Ivy emerges from her and Harley's bedroom.

Ivy: "Hey, Ronnie. No entourage?"

Me: *chuckles* "It's Riddler's turn to stay home with them, so you're stuck with just me."

Ivy: "Well, lucky us."

Harley: "Morning, Ives. You sleep ok?"

Ivy: "Uh, I-I've definitely slept better."

Harley pours coffee into Ivy's mug and hands it to her as she sits at the counter.

Ivy: "Oh, God. Thank you." *kisses Harley*

Harley: "So, you remember last night when I asked you how your day was, and you said it was fine."

Me: *telepathically* "Play nice, Harls." 

Harley: *telepathically* "Don't worry. I got this."

Ivy: "Y-yeah?"

Harley: "Did you maybe forget to mention the tiny bit where you met your toxic, abusive, ugly ex and then murdered his ass?"

Harley drops her mug, breaking it, and holds up the newspaper to show Ivy today's headline.

Ivy: *to me* "I'm guessing that's why you're here."

Me: "Not entirely, but I did come over as soon as she texted me about it. There's no pressure to talk about it, though. You gave me space and time after Scarecrow, so I'll do the same for you."