The girls of Gotham (Book 2)

Chapter 6

About an hour later, Harley and I were in the living room.
"Im off to check for Ivy," She says.
"Sure. I'll tidy a little," I lie. She leaves the house and goes outside. I pull out my notebook and a pen that I stole off of Harley's desk when she was a psychiatrist. (she still doesn't know till this day!) She probably wont mind though now, but if she was still Harleen, she would have told me off, telling me its wrong to steal and even though I was her favorite patient she would still have to report me. She's changed so much since then, it's crazy.
I write about what we were going to do for jokers funeral and I made a list of who could possibly come and a tick box for when we find out if they can or can't come.
After a while, I wasn't sure what to plan anymore, so I went and put the notepad and pen away. Harley soon came through the door, Ivy elegantly followed after her.
"Hi!" She called to me.
"Hey, Ivy," I say to her. I get up and give her an awkward hug.
"Harley was telling me about what happened earlier. Is it possible to bring this woman here?" She asked.
I swallowed nervously.
"Um, not right now, no. Why?"
"Several reasons," She casually replies.
"Such as?" I say.
"One, I want to meet this woman, to see if she's actually... serious. Two, your a kid. Harley and Selena need a mediator to sort things out. If things get out of hand, we can both help each other out to sort things,"
"She's not coming back until tomorrow," Harley tells her.
"I see," Ivy says, looking round.
"Hey, whats up?" Harley asks.
Ivy doesn't repond.
"Look, how about you stay the night?" Harley suggests.
"What!?" I say shocked. She doesn't even trust Ivy!
"It was only a suggestion!" Harley hissed.
"Sure. I guess if we could find her somewhere to sleep then she would be fine," I smile falsly.
"Thats right," Harley glares at me.
"We don't exactly have anywhere to put you though, Ivy, we sort of tore the sofa apart," I say to her.
"Oh, it's fine," She laughed. " I don't need anywhere to sleep, as long as you don't mind pulling out a weed tomorrow morning," She added.
"Uhh, sure," Harley says.
We all go up to our room and then stare at Ivy.
"What are you going to do?" I ask her.
"Out the way, you two," she commands, clicking her fingers as she rumages in her pocket for something. I stand on my bed and Harley backs up against the wall.
She throws a seed or something on the floor, and vines start growing out of the carpet, our mangled carpet.
"Awesome!" I yell, amazed. The vine grows into a Venus flytrap and Ivy lays inside it.
"It's like 6:30! What are you doing?" I ask her.
"Testing it," She replies.
"It's not 6:30, its about lunchtime!" Harley laughs.
"Oh," I giggle. "Life gets so boring and slow sometimes," I add.
"I know, especially now," Harley sighs.
"Hey, we were planning an awesome funeral for my Puddin, you wanna come?" Harley asks Ivy.
"Sure, when is it?" She asks back.
"Whenever we can steal the ashes back!" I laugh.
"So, he's already been cremated. Whats the point of the funeral then?" Ivy says, rolling her eyes.
"We plan on putting the ashes in the fireworks," I tell her bluntly.
"So he can light up my world one last time," Harley sighs sweetly. She was always so smitten by him. Always. But he was barely ever showing signs of love with her, the rest was either abuse or fake.
"That's sorta cute. isn't the pussy cat coming?" Ivy asks.
"If she can prove she's sorry, yeah," Harley says moodily.
"Right," Ivy says quietly.
We all go silent for a second.
"I'm bored," Harley says loudly, bouncing her hips with her leg.
"I can tell, so am I actually," I tell her.
"That makes two of us then. Shall we we do something?"
"Like what?" Ivy and I say.
"I dunno. Anything,"
"Wanna rob something? Or someone?" Ivy suggests.
"Don't wanna go out,"
"What about we show Ivy everything? All the rooms in the house and all that?" I suggest.
"We can do that later. And that's boring, I wanna do something fun and hilarious,"
"Bullet roulette?" I offer.
"I don't fancy dying today,"
"What about we just do whatever we want? I know what I want to do," Ivy says slyly.
"What's that?" Me and Harley ask.
Ivy takes a pillow off my bed.
"Follow me," She grins.
I take my other pillow and Harley takes one of her own.
Harley and I look at eachother.
"What the fuck?" Harley mouths at me. All the same we follow Ivy to the stairs. She throws her pillow onto the bannister and elegantly gets on. She then slides down. Harley looks at me and bursts out laughing.
"Sure, ok, if thats your idea of fun," She sneered.
Ivy frowned.
I got on the bannister standing up and went down like that, posing as I jumped at the bottom.
"Your turn," I nod at Harley, smiling.
"Uh," She said, unsure. She layed on her belly and went down that way. She literally landed on her belly and did a bellyflop, but thankfully landed on her pillow!
We probably did this all evening, as well as throw pillows at eachother and break a few things. At last, I felt I could trust Ivy, and I could tell Harley did too.