— 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉!

There’s a silence that fills the air, with Ivy feeling uncertain as to how she was supposed to answer that. It wasn’t the reply she wanted nor expected. Under normal circumstances, perhaps she’d have been proud of Harley for defending her point, but right now… The fact that Harley seems so determined to get the affections of the heroes only has Ivy’s skin crawling. “So… What, you’re one of them now?” A joyless laugh escapes her as she takes a couple steps back, needing to keep distance between them. “You’ve seen the light, huh - suddenly have faith in humanity again, that love and kindness is going to save the day.” The words are hissed out, the anger that she’d been trying to suppress surging quickly.

Her hands curl into fists at her sides - her toxins can’t hurt Harley, but the instinctive urge to protect herself comes out. The isolation that had been weighing on her only grows stronger with Harley’s words, not sure where to turn, how to react. But ti doesn’t matter - Ivy has always worked alone, she’s better off alone. “… Whatever.” The word is said quietly, her hands slowly relaxing as she allows her composure to be retained, an expression of calm falling over her features. “Stay here. See how they can help you.”

Harley can’t help but pull away slightly as she notices the anger infect the other, watching as each word brings her closer and closer to her breaking point. In all of this, Harley’s mission wasn’t to help the cause in ‘73. It was to find herself after ages of belonging to someone else. She didn’t want to have to choose between this and Pam, but it was beginning to look like that was a choice she was going to have to make. “I’m no Wonder Bread,” she says, referencing the Justice League hero that Ivy had previously described. Harley was in no way putting her faith in humanity, under the impression that love could save the world. Because she loved. She loved so much -- some would say too much -- and look at how that worked out for her. A bloodied lip here, stitches and bruises there. She’s aware that reality wasn’t what changed. It was her. And she liked it. 

RUMOR HAS IT ♠️ not accepting

RUMOR HAS IT ♠️ not accepting

“tell me about her?” he looked at her, genuinely interested, at least one of them has to have a decent ending, right? “why do i have to be punished just because he was an arsehole? no sex for a month is shockingly unfair. it’s already been five.”

a warm smile curls to her lips when he asks her to tell him about ivy. what they were was up in the air for the most part, the harlequin mostly not wanting to push her luck and ask too much of the other woman. they were happy - and that was all that mattered to her. “she’s real great. t’me, i guess. she ain’t a real fan of bein’ here all that much. but she’s got a real good heart. i know she does.” there’s a shrug. “she can also kill someone by kissin’ them and i mean if that’s not hot...” harley pauses, grin growing at a rapid rate as she lifts a hand to wave through the air. “anyways, back t’you and the speedster. i was gonna say you can always make him watch, but that’s still torture. looks like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, if y’know what i’m sayin’.” she winks at her friend, a playful nudge to follow. “i jus’ want ya’ to be happy, doll. if anyone in this shit hole deserves it, it’s totally you.” 

Now that they’re here, she doesn’t even know where to begin. Her peanut has always had a bigger heart than her, it can’t be helped. But… She also can’t keep listening to the whispers and the doubts and the fears, knowing fully well that the moment this is all over, they’d be ready and waiting for the right moment to strike them both down. Her conversation with Dick before the mission only reinforced that point in her mind. She’s not asking too much, it’s a reasonable request. 

“We’ve been here for months,” Ivy starts, arms crossing over her chest, watching Harley with a steady gaze. “I understood in the beginning that this was going to take some time, but… Harley, what is the point in us being here. They - they don’t want us here.” Maybe it’s Ivy’s twisted visions of the world fueling her words, but she feels that she’s making a valid point. “Why don’t we just leave - Harley, when are we going to leave? And no more soons, no more after this next mission - I want an actual timeframe.” 

When Ivy’s arms lift to cross over her chest, Harley’s subconsciously do the same. As soon as the redheads speaks, Harley is fully aware of what this conversation is going to be about. It isn’t something she’s forgotten, though perhaps living in her own ignorant bliss for just a while longer was a bit selfish of her, as any softness that Pam usually had around her was long gone in this moment. Harley understood that no matter how close the two got, no matter how much they drowned out the rest of the world in each other’s company, Ivy didn’t want to be here. She didn’t share Harley’s need to do right by the mutant’s and those they worked alongside. The blonde understood that, but still she did whatever she could to elongate their time together, knowing that it was most likely eating away at the other. 

@scaredofheart

Ivy had been putting off this conversation for as long as she could. She’d told herself she was strong enough to dismiss the petty whims of the humans all around her, to not feel the venom practically bubbling underneath her blood, the desire to wipe out the residents of the school with a mist, unnoticeable until they’d find themselves grasping at their throats, gasping for air, until no one was left but her… And one other. 

She’d been doing okay, until now - had managed to repress her hatred, even found herself mildly amused at some of their stupid antics, perhaps felt some fondness upon seeing familiar faces. But lately, as evidenced by the intensity of her thoughts, she found herself drawing further and further into herself, desperate to find space where people weren’t talking or laughing or just being human. Pausing just outside the door to their bedroom, she took a deep breath, reminding herself that there was one thing she had to stick by: stay calm. Pushing the door open, she closed it gently behind her, gaze lingering momentarily on Harley before saying: “… We need to talk.”

Harley is well aware that of all people, she’d be everyone’s last guess to have joined the fight in ‘73. Okay, maybe not their last, but surely far from their first. She’d never seen herself in the same light as the heroes that also occupied the mansion but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to do better. To be better. It’s as left field as it sounds, the clown usually taking pride in the way she turned Gotham City on it’s ass. And don’t get her wrong, raising a little Hell is always something she did better than anyone. But she knows what it’s like to not feel wanted, to feel ashamed and unwelcome. She was in a relationship that had her sipping a cocktail of all three of these emotions, and perhaps she’s going soft but the cause really hit close to home. 

AFTER THEY EXCHANGE a quick handshake, Peter puts his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t think there would be one, but hey. What exactly do these sentinels look like?” He doesn’t spend nearly enough time on Terra to know this, so he feels like he was at a disadvantage. He had his gear at least so he can help fight at least. “It’s nice to meet you, Harley. I will admit you’re giving me the best introduction I’ve ever got. I should clap – hold on.” He says as he starts to do so.

“your gal pal?” he cocked a brow and shook his head, sitting back a little. “never met her, but i’ll keep my eye out for you.” loki shrugged before smiling softly but making a point to roll his eyes. “does it even matter if he said sorry? if your gal pal up and left for months for no reason and then came back as if nothing was wrong, would you be okay?”

“Yeah, we’re like - a thing.” She offers a shrug, not wanting make the conversation about her since Loki was clearly going through something and was in need of a friend. “Well, it’s a start, ain’t it? Means he knows he messed up an’ he’s gonna try an’ redeem himself.” Her hand rubs gently against his back for a moment. “Look, I’m team Loki all the way, but I think ya’ should hear the guy out. Or at least, make him pay for the time he spent away. Like no Loki lovin’ for a month, at least. Make him prove that he’s real sorry.” 

PETER PULLS HIMSELF TOGETHER and looks at the woman with a grin. “Hey there, sweetheart. I don’t know yet, but apparently I’m supposed to be here for a reason, right?” He chuckles as he pulls a hand outward. “I’m Peter. What can I call you? You certainly don’t seem like you deserve to be called an asshole.”

“Wait, who is Pam?” He looked up with a confused expression, sitting up properly and nodding towards Harley so she would sit with him. “He disappeared for like…5 months and then just turned up as if he hadn’t and I’m mad at him.”

Harley adjusts her position when he does, legs are tucked beneath her frame. “Pam, she’s my gal pal. Uhhh, Poison Ivy? Ring any bells, babe?” She loops an arm around his shoulders, pulling him against her in a reassuring squeeze. “To hell with him then. Well, not really. Did he even apologize for goin’ ghost on ya’?”