DC: The Brave and the Bawdy

Robin: Fools and Flora

Against the dimly lit skyline of Gotham stood the silhouette of a Ferris wheel, a tall wooden roller coaster, a large circus tent, and the rest of the buildings and attractions that made up Amusement Mile, Gotham City's own amusement park. The newly constructed park sat silently in the night, awaiting their roar to life the coming morning when the gates opened.

"Look at this place," hissed a woman, "Think of all the lives lost to justify this ugly concrete offering to capitalism."

The woman wore only green leaves that clung to her skin in the form of a long dress. Her lips and eyeshadow were the same dark green of the leaves and her long hair was starkly orange by contrast. Beside her stood a lanky woman in red and black jester jumpsuit.

"I dunno, Red," shrugged Harley, "I kinda like the tent."

'Red' in this case referred to Poison Ivy, who was standing beside Harley as they looked up at the enormous park before them. The lives that Ivy was referring to were the flora that had died in the site's construction.

"Don't worry," assured Ivy, "We can keep the circus."

The emerald woman raised her arms into the air. The roots of a nearby tree shot from out of the ground and tore down the chain link fence blocking Harley and Ivy's entrance into the park. Now unimpeded, the two set foot into the park.

"You know, they probably have security," pointed out Harley, "Guards, alarms, you know, that kind of thing."

"Not a problem."

"You!" shouted a man as he ran around the corner, "You're Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy! Freeze!"

Ivy raised an arm as Harley drew an enormous pistol from behind her back and pointed it back at the man. He was a pudgy man in his late 30s, looking more scared than anything. Ivy concluded that this would be easy.

Ivy thrust her arm into the air. The roots from the trees sprouted out at the guards feet and worked their way up the legs of his pants, coiling around his skin as they did. The guard cried out in panic and tried to pull free, but the roots held on too tightly.

"Do you know how I got my namesake?" asked Ivy, "I can grow any kind of poisonous plant I like. For instance, have you heard of the Gotham dart plant? Fascinating little thing. It tends to overtake the roots of the local trees, sort of like the ones wrapped around your legs right now. Exposing human skin to the Gotham dart plant is ill-advised. You see at first it's just a little itchiness, but soon the skin becomes inflamed and the tingling begins. Following that, you can expect a full 24 hours of burning sensations as the hives begin to appear. Now tell me, is protecting this park really worth it?"

The guard fearfully shook his head.

"Good," said Ivy, loosening the roots' grips on his legs, "Shoo."

The guard sprinted away, not looking back.

"You know we probably activated a silent alarm," said Harley, "The cops will probably be here soon."

"Then I guess we should get started," said Ivy.

"What, without us?" chirped someone from above.

Harley and Ivy both turned to the food stall next to them, on top of which stood the shadowed figures of the Dark Knight and Boy Wonder themselves.

"Turn yourselves over," ordered Batman, "This doesn't have to get violent."

"Harley," said Ivy plainly, "Would you like to offer them our response?"

Harley put her thumbs in her ears, waved her fingers, and blew a raspberry at the dynamic duo.

Batman hurled a batarang at Harley but a large root grew out of the ground and blocked its path. Robin leapt off the roof of the stall and delivered a flying sidekick at Ivy. Ivy threw up both of her arms and blocked the kick, but caused them both to tumble to the ground. Batman then leapt at Harley, who cartwheeled in the opposite direction.