Throughout her illustrious career, Ivy knows enough about herself to know exactly when she’s been knocked unconscious because she comes to all at-once. There’s no dazed and confused, shaking the cobwebs off, minutes-long stupor. There’s just suddenly and vivid ( usually very sore ) consciousness. 

Which is the first thing that clues her into the fact that something isn’t quite right. When she comes to, it’s in phases. It’s slow. It’s lethargic. Her eyes open and close-- lids heavy-- for a good two minutes before the ceiling above comes into focus. All her limbs feel especially heavy, and her mind is foggy.

Sitting up -- in no small amount of discomfort -- she shakes her head and nearly jumps out of her skin when something heavy and cool falls onto her shoulder. When she pulls it free and examines it--

“A bat cowl?”

...That’s not her voice. That is NOT her voice.

Heartbeat and anxiety rising by the second -- also a mostly foreign feeling -- Ivy stands and looks around the room. She can’t remember what happened. Arkham, for sure. Some kind of... experiments, maybe? Gaia, it’s all fuzzy. Dammit.

Standing, and noticing a distinct difference in her usual eye-level, Ivy touches her face. Then her neck then her chest and-- Well. That’s not Arkham standard issue. She takes a moment to gather her courage-- breathes in deeply-- and glances down.

“Sonofabitch.”

“Do you have any plans for Halloween, Miss. Gordon?

 gee sorry for having principles

    Harley wasn’t used to a response like that. She was used to being told to get dressed and get out as quickly as she could before someone spotted her with them and told the Joker. Even if she did really want some breakfast, she knew she should leave especially considering who this girl’s daddy was. 

    Harley looked away from the red head, shaking her head softly and smiling at her, trying to cover up how she really knew those things.

AHS: Murder House sentence starters

“What is it you want, Ms. Gordon?  Have I not already given you more than enough?”