Nature's Embrace

Harleen Quinzel was a very complicated woman, and she came with some very complicated issues-- Be it mental or otherwise. But despite this, she was remarkably simple to take care of!

Simple enough that Ivy, who somewhat lacked in social skills, could show her that little bit of care that seemed to go so very far. A hot shower. Chinese food. Some mindless television. That's all it took to get Harley smiling again...

Though, today she was indulging in a little extra.

They were friends! That's all. Occasional partners in crime, or cellmates in Arkham, but they both seemed keen to keep their relationship a casual one. And yet, here Harley was-- In Ivy's greenhouse, surrounded by vibrant plants, playing with her breasts like a lover might after a long time apart...

Or perhaps "playing" didn't do it justice. Harley was worshipping her! Every touch, every gentle squeeze. That playful gaze, as Harley dragged her tongue across her dark green nipple like a lollipop-! Ivy couldn't help herself. She lay her head back, trying to hide her flustered face and obvious pleasure.

"God, Harley..." She breathed out. "You don't have to do... All this... Just because I gave you a place to stay!"

"Who says I'm doing this just for you?" Harley snickered. "Boobies are the best medicine, Pammy! Or was that penicillin..."

She gave Pamela a minute to breathe. Cuddling up to her side, under her armpit and against that tit that she seemed to love so dearly. She took a deep breath of Ivy's natural scent-- A scent of crisp, fresh flowers on a spring day.

"Mmm... You ever use those fancy pheromones on me, Ives?" Harley asked, tracing her fingers along Pamela's stomach. "Get me all horny and enamored with you?"

"You're horny enough to begin with." Ivy replied, finally regaining some of her composure.

She sat up... But not before pressing a thoughtful kiss to Harley's forehead. Harley had spent the night in Ivy's greenhouse. Yet another slumber party, following yet another horrible evening with the Joker. They'd been in this scenario before. Question was, how would it end?

"What's your plan, Harley?" Ivy asked. She pulled out Harley's red and black jester suit, freshly cleaned and patched up after last night's blaze. "Are you going back to... You know who?"

"Since when do I have a plan?" Harley asked after a moment. She sat up on the couch, her little smile faltering as she sighed. That was part of the problem... She always followed her heart, and her heart proved to be a bit of an idiot.

Instinct told her to back to the fun house.

Joker wouldn't welcome her back with open arms, but he wouldn't kick her out either. He'd laugh it all off like nothing happened. Next scheme, next joke, back to the status quo. But Harley thought about the fire, that dismissive gaze he had...

She took her suit. Looked at it longingly.

Then she crumpled it up into a ball, and tossed it into the depths of the garden! Deadly plants sprang to life-- Flytrap maws snatching and tearing the fabric. Vines and thorns shredding her former identity to be turned into mulch.

Pamela smiled. "That was... Technically littering, but I like the symbolism. Though, I don't exactly have anything else for you to wear--"

A problem that Harley didn't seem to recognize, as she suddenly dumped everything else into the carnivorous jungle! Her mask, her shoes-- She threw her bra and undies into the wild, finally standing with her hands on her bare naked hips!

"Whew! That was cathartic! You say something back there, Red?"