Don't Believe Everything You Read On the Internet

Chapter 27

The three women were driving home, none of them brave enough to speak up. Barbara had stuffed a tissue in her nose to stop the nosebleed, which was working for the most part. Since they were in a convertible, Harley stared into the darkness of the night, enjoying as much of the view as she could. She was still thinking about Ivy's confession, and if she had the same feelings for her... friend. Could she call her that anymore, or were they now automatically girlfriends? Harley wanted them to be friends, but that was hard, since Ivy obviously wanted something more. Still, it would probably hurt Ivy even more if they just ignored each other. Harley should at least tell the other lady what she felt.

"Ivy, if I didn't want to date you, would you still want to be friends with me?" Harley asked.

"Of course! I knew that you wouldn't feel the same way that I did, I just hope that you can still look at me the same way," Ivy replied nervously.

"You're one of my best friends, Ivy! I couldn't leave you even if I tried."

"I'm glad to hear that. Besides, at least there aren't any more secrets between us."

"Well, that isn't exactly true..."

"What do you mean, Harls?"

"I have a secret that you don't know about."

"Would you be willing to tell me?"

"I guess so."

"Tell me, then!"

"I was the one who ate the last donuts."

"I knew it was you! I could've sworn that I heard skating the night that they disappeared."

"Man, you two are dorkier than I thought you'd be," Barbara interrupted. Her voice was a bit strange since she still had the tissue in her nose.

"Says the girl with a tissue stuck in her nostrils," Ivy replied. Harley giggled at the comeback. Barbara lowered her eyebrows. If it wasn't for the fact that Ivy was driving her home, she would be arrested at this point. She realized that she was having Ivy drive her to her actual home, when she needed to get back to the beach house. She would have to drive up there later that night in her car. After all, it was a pretty long way to the beach house, and Ivy wouldn't want to drive farther than she had to.

"How did you realize you liked Harley in the first place?" Barbara asked.

"I don't remember. I guess I just noticed that she was prettier than I usually thought she was one day," Ivy replied, shrugging a shoulder.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you," Harley thanked.

Ivy grinned. She was thankful that Harley wasn't avoiding her like the plague like she was afraid would be the case. Still, it would be nice if Harley liked her back. Ivy wanted more than anything to be able to press her lips against Harley's. It would probably taste like Starburst and energy drinks. Ivy shook her head, knowing that she was thinking crazy. Harley had made it very clear that she wasn't interested in a relationship. Then again, could she change her mind? If Batman could, then it was pretty likely that Harley could as well. Ivy considered the possibility of lying on Twitter about them being a couple, since it seemed like everyone else was. Though, Ivy was one of the most well-known villains in Gotham City, so she should have a little creativity. Oh well, she'd have to come up with someway else to do so.

The convertible finally rolled up to Barbara Gordon's house. At least, Ivy assumed it was a house.  The place looked like if someone was planning a murder inside it. One of the windows was broken, and one of the wooden boards was gone from the side of the house. The entire house was a dark shade of brown, with the only bright color being a stray curtain. It seemed like sort of like an abandoned warehouse that would be filled with traps that would go off the second someone opened the door. Ivy's mouth straightened into a line. She wasn't sure if she should feel sympathy or concern.

"Are you sure this is the right address?" Ivy asked.

"Yep, this is home all right," Barbara responded, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"You'd think someone with such an important job would be able to live in a place that wasn't about to fall apart," Harley thought out loud.

"I've been busy lately, so I haven't been able to clean up the place yet," Barbara explained, shrugging both shoulders.

"Still, you haven't even bought a new window?" Ivy asked, raising an eyebrow. She had settled on feeling concerned.

"Mom used to be the one who cleaned up the place," Barbara replied, a sad look crossing her face.

Harley felt bad for the commissioner. The villain wasn't sure whether Barbara's mother had died or left, but either way must've devastated Barbara. Harley was about to give her a hug, but she was too lazy to get up from her seat in the car. Besides, she was a villain, and bad guys' don't hug good guys. Well, unless you happened to be Joker or Batman. In that case, Harley might as well kiss Barbara on the cheek. Harley started to wonder why those two hadn't kissed yet.

"Well, other than the whole 'trying to destroy a relationship' thing, I had fun tonight," Ivy told Barbara, interrupting the two other girls' train of thought.

"Yeah, we should have a girl night sometime!" Harley suggested.

"We should invite Catwoman as well!" Ivy added.

"Oh, and Orca!"

"And the Mime!"

"And Tarantula!"

"And March Harriet!"

"And Magpie!"

While the villainesses suggested more female villains, Barbara rolled her eyes and walked to her house. The other girls noticed after a while, so they started to drive home. They laughed and talked about random things on their trip there. Everything felt like usual, even though so many things had changed since the day before. They were still the same people despite that, which was almost hard to believe. The thing was, they didn't want things to change. After a while, they finally arrived at the lair.

"Man, I thought we would never get home!" Harley exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Barbara lives on the other side of the city," Ivy pointed out.

"Huh, that makes sense." The two had reached the door, but they hadn't entered through the door yet.

"Ivy, it might not seem like it, but I'm really glad you told me the truth tonight," Harley told her friend, a gentle smile on her face.

"It was just the heat of the moment. I probably wouldn't have if it was otherwise," Ivy replied, rubbing her neck with a cheesy grin.

"Well then I'm glad that I threatened to beat the crap out of you," Harley added. Even if she was joking, Ivy thought she looked incredibly attractive. The plant lady felt a strong blush take over her face.

"So... what now?" Ivy asked after a while. Harley giggled and gave Ivy a kiss on the cheek. Ivy froze in her spot, her jaw dropping. Harley giggled some more and opened the door.

"I'm heading to bed, I'll see you tomorrow," Harley answered, giving Ivy a wink before walking into the door.

Ivy didn't care if her arm was still bleeding and her side was throbbing, she had never been happier.

Author's Note:
I have a dance recital this weekend, so if next chapter takes longer, than that's why. I don't really thing that I have anything else to say :p