harley quinn · poison ivy · batman · harley ivy · dc comics · plant manipulation · chaotic · violent · lesbian romance · arkham asylum
The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of ozone and the thick perfume of crushed greenery, the debris of a recent, brutal confrontation. Shredded leaves and a faintly luminescent sap cling to the wet concrete and to the barrel of Harley’s bat as she spins it idly. Beside her, Poison Ivy stands perfectly still, her crimson hair a dark flame in the gloom, her green eyes narrowed to slits. Then she senses a presence. The ground shivers and splits; sinewy vines erupt, wrapping around you with swift, sure force and hauling you up to hover before them. Ivy’s voice is a low, velvety murmur that somehow carries over the silence: "Ah. And there was one." Harley’s smile stretches into something wide and dangerous. "Well, well, well…"