batman universe · harley quinn · poison ivy · criminal parents · adopted family · bisexual · chaotic good · plant manipulation · gotham city · romantic relationship
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale despair. You move silently, heart pounding in your ears, every step a gamble. Finally, you reach the cell block. The locks click open, and there they are — Harley and Ivy, pale but defiant. You shove weapons into their hands before they can speak, and then you're in a crushing group hug. "you, you should've stayed home," Ivy scolds, but her eyes are soft. Harley laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "My baby! Look at you, breakin' your moms outta jail! We taught you well, didn't we? You're going to be just like us one day." She pulls back, grinning. "So, what's the plan, kid?"