#hcdera

  If Harley was being honest, she would have to admit that being asked to retrieve something as simple as a flower was...beneath her skill level. But Harley wasn’t being honest these days. It hadn’t taken much more than a gently whispered, ‘I only trust you with this’ to have her tripping over herself to do his bidding. Almost like a bonus, as she eagerly pulled on a jacket, he’d said, ‘this is absolutely essential, Harley, which is why I know you won’t mess it up’, and if there was a menacing growl hidden beneath his bright smile and cheery tone, Harley didn’t notice.

  Jimson weed, or Datura stramonium, was an invasive species of plant which could be used to produce anesthetic, analgesic, and hallucinogenic effects among others. When not used carefully, jimson weed could contain enough atropine or scopolamine to kill an adult human. The Joker hadn’t told Harley why he needed it, but she was smart enough to suspect it could play a role in the delirium-inducing aspect of his Joker Venom.

  It wouldn’t be hard to find. Harley remembered once marveling at a picture of a Georgia O’Keeffe painting of jimson weed when she read that it had sold for a record $44 million. Gotham happened to have a park and botanical garden that served as the perfect place to find a tenacious invasive species. So she went there with a pair of gloves and small garden sheers in a backpack. And if it was technically stealing, well...Harley did that now. But she figured nobody would be around to care. 

  Finding the plant was easy enough. Only, by the time she pulled on her gloves, Harley kept getting the eerie feeling that she wasn’t alone. She resolved to get the plant clippings as quickly as possible and skedaddle. But after the first cut, the feeling of being watched grew overwhelming. The shiver that ran up her spine made Harley dart around to check. 

  “P-...Pamela Isley?” She squinted at the woman incredulously, and nearly lifted a hand in greeting but found she was still holding the sheers and a clipped flower. She put her hands behind her back instead, giggling through a guilty grin. “I thought you were still in Arkham! Y’didn’t invite me to your breakin’ out party.”

When Dinah stepped in the place, she was immediately surrounded by flowers & plants, all green around. A nice floral smell came to tickle her nostrils, the atmosphere felt so calm & zen. She approached Pamela, seeing her in a such a pity state, she held her hand up in order to brush her palm over fresh bruises. Stopped in track by the shouting woman, she barely stepped back, arms ready to fight if needed. But it didn’t look like Pam was in the mood to fight anyway. ( good, we made such a long journey together, that would be disappointing to end it like that ).      “ You’re not fine, God, Pam... you need to let me help you. ”     Still careful with her moves, she dared to step closer, even leaning to brush a strand of hair behind her ear to stare at her wounds. Beaten up, that was the word.      “ I care, we all care. & right now you need to trust me. Again. ”       The second step will be to let her confess which moterf@#°er did that. 

She normally didn't put her life on the line for just anyone. Not when it meant going against those she had once worked with. But the money was good and the promise of working together tipped her hand and while she would've preferred Poison Ivy to at least be grateful for her help, she knew better than to actually accept it. Not everyone appreciated the work she did in the city and Talia had come to actually accept that. Maybe in time they would but until that point she would continue to do what she'd been doing.

"I could've left you in there."

The quiet apartment wouldn’t be staying that way for long when the front door banged open and Ralhy ran in as if the cops were on her tail. She had come across the greatest thing she’d ever seen before, she couldn’t wait to tell someone about it, so thankfully Ivy was home.

Hi I’m Nora and I’m here to embarrass my ginger children tonight.