Learning the Basics

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Throughout that same night Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy raided small shops and had a blast while doing so. They were newly aquatinted but they enjoyed each others company, Ivy's more laidback, sensual nature and Harley's rambunctious personality. Harley discovered many neat things about Ivy's abilities and was extremely fascinated by her.
The two girls walked casually out of a small jewelry shop, leaving a leafy and violent scene behind them.
"I really needed some more bracelets, thank god they have such nice service here!" Ivy laughed while tinkering with some jewels.
"Teehee, yep! Oh hey! I'm hungry, wanna have a date over Chinese?" Harley's asked, patting her stomach, "If it is still standing, that is."
"Heh, okay one moment."
"Oh c'mon, I'm starvin"

Harley went into the back kitchen of the now half-filled with vines restaurant and found some food to take while Ivy grabbed a table and basked in her new possessions. The new jewelry, a few pairs of lingerie, some expensive candy, and a little succulent with a small, purple flower attached. Harley appeared from the kitchen holding a tray of unorganized food. She set it down quickly and immediately began scarfing down orange chicken and vegetables soaked in mandarin sauce.
"Dig in!" Harley said with a mouth full of food.
Ivy began to eat too, starting with some white rice and noodles. For a crappy little restaurant in the shadows of the city, this food tastes great to them. Whether they were hungry or the food was surprisingly delicious, the girls enjoyed every bite. They finished their meal at around the same time and resorted back to looking at their steals.
"SoOOoo, tell me about ya! Your real name can't be Poison Ivy. That's just too perfect." Harley said with a large smile on her face.
"My name is Pamela Isley."
"Oooo okay Pammy, can I call ya Pammy? Heck, ya look like a Pammy. Okay Pammy, what about the spooky powers? Can ya get me some?"
Ivy huffed amusingly and raised an eyebrow,
"Harley, this didn't happen over night, sweetheart."
"Awee is thatta no?"
Ivy smirked and started to pick at the tray of food again. She rested her head in one hand and looked up at Harley with her bright green eyes,
"So, miss Quinn, how'd you start this life? You must have some reason to do what you do."
Harley's face lit up,
"Ohhh my puddin! He's the reason! He rescued me from that stinky asylum and brought out the true me, Harley Quinn!"
Ivy narrowed her eyes,
"Alright, tell me about this boyfriend of yours. I'm quite intrigued..."
Harley beamed and bounced up and down in her chair out of excitement,
"Well...his name is Joker and he is my puddin. Earlier this year I used ta be a physiatrist at Arkham Asylum, that was til he came along! I did multiple exams and had many conversations with him and I just fell head over heels, he understood me! So I changed my name to Harley Quinn and we drove inta the sunset together!"
"What was your name before?"
"Agh, Harleen Quinzel. Pretty ugly eh?"
"Sounds like quite the package..."
"Ohoho he is Pammy! Even put on a lil show for me today! We watched these two guys punch each othas brains out!"
Ivy rolled her eyes,
"Huh. Sounds romantic." She stated sarcastically.
"SHUSH, MY PUDDIN IS AMAZING."
"So the reason you do what you do is only cause of him? To be his little errand girl? Sounds pretty pathetic."
Harley stopped smiling and picked up the tray,
"Huff, well why do you do what you do eh? I have no problem running errands for the boss, he loves me and I love him."
Poison Ivy smiled,
"I do it to wipe away the impurities in this world, while tending to myself as well. Batman is the only one between me and totally takeover. I am Mother Nature and I will-"
"What the heck is the Batman?" Harley asked.
Ivy furrowed her brows,
"You...don't know who his is?"
Harley Quinn shook her head. She only became apart of crime this year and was sent out to do small robberies. She recalled hearing about the Batman multiple times but now was her time to really find out, Joker would never go into detail about him.

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