Harley Quinn (a fan fiction)

Chapter six

POV: Harleen

"What do you mean" I asked, raising a eyebrown. He frowned, "I need your help."

I pointed at myself, "m-my help?" He nodded. A smile creeped on my face, "ok, I'll help you" he jumped up, "good!" I giggled and he said, "but first...you need to change your look. I think I know someone who can help!"

POV: the Joker

Harley handed me her phone and I walked out of the room.

"Hello?"

"Hiya Ivy!" I said cheery

"Ugh, what do you want Joker?"

"Look, I have a friend who needs...a new look. Will you pleeease help?"

She paused for a second the sighed, "Ugh, fine, I'll help, I'm free right now."

I hung up and walked back into the bedroom.

POV: Harleen

I walked up to a old looking Manson with vines all over it. Why did Mr. J send me here? I walked up to the front door and knocked. The door opened and a lady with red hair stood in my view.

She had vines going up and down her body and had a red jacket on and her skin was a lightish dark green. So this is his friend.

"Um my name is Harleen Quinzel, I-" I started to say but she cut me off, "oh so your Joker's friend!" She let me inside, plants were everywhere. Obsessed with plants much.

"My name is Pamela Isley, but I'm known as Poison Ivy" she said, walking in front of me. Oh so this is the plant lady.

She turned to me and eyed me up and down. She raised a eyebrow, "how did you meet the Joker anyhow?" I cleared my throat and said, "I'm his-" she cut me off, "you're his girlfriend!" I felt heat rise to my cheeks, "I'm his doctor." That sounded stupid.

She bursted out laughing, "sorry! But-but um you seem kinda young to be a doctor and too pretty at that too!"

I smiled, "pretty?" She nodded, "ya, most doctors at the asylum are either ugly or old, not that there is much of a difference."

A laugh escaped my mouth. She opened a door and I'm guessing it was to her bedroom. I saw a green plant like bed, yep, it's her room.

"Go and sit on my bed while I find the perfect costume for you" she said walking to her closet. I did as told and sat on her bed.

Finally, she came out of her closet and said, "put this on!" She left the room. I undresses and changed into the outfit she gave me.

"Um you can come in" I said. She came in and jumped up and down, "it looks great!" She pulled out a big mirror so I could see. I had on a skin tight black and red jester costume. She sat me down and did my makeup.

She unzipped part of the front so some of my cleavage showed. "Ok, finished. You're the new and improved Harley Quinn!"

Authors note: hey my little puddin's'! Just so you know, the poison ivy I'm using in my story is the Arkham Asylum one, the video game. Bye-bye!