Poison Ivy attacking ACE Chemicals.

“We are receiving reports of a disturbance from the ACE Chemical warehouse. Reports suggest possible presence of Poison Ivy. All officers are to secure the area while the S.C.U is mobilized,” came the voice of the dispatcher as the twin Quinns rode through the streets of Gotham.

“Red?” exclaimed Harley in excitement. “Jeez Louise! Haven’t seen her in ages! I’ve been wonderin’ what’s kinda fun she’s been getting up lately! Haha! This sounds like classic Ives!”

“Whaddya talkin’ bout, Harley? We gotta stop her from smashing stuff! Not laugh at her eco-terroism!”

Damian could practically hear the eye-roll and accompanied huffy pout from Harley.

“Fine, fine! I know! No need to yap my ear off or anything! Sheesh! But we’re totally not puttin’ her back in Arkham or anything, that would make our next date night waaay too awkward!”

Damian would consider stopping the dangerous bioterrorist from succeeding in her goal a more pressing priority than ensuring frivolities such as less awkward ‘date nights’, but chose to hold her tongue for the time being as Harley sped off in the direction of ACE.

It did not take long for them to arrive, especially with Harley’s reckless and erratic driving skills, and it appeared they managed to respond quite sometime before any police were in sight.

Harley Quinn hopped from her bike and casually made her way through the freshly ripped opened gates, not minding the vines tangled around them or the building as a whole. Damian followed close behind, a decent deal more cautious in her step and prepared for a fight even if Harley seemed not to be,

“Alrighty Red! Put down the hazmat dude!” yelled Harley as she sauntered into the building, catching sight of Poison Ivy dangling one of the facility's workers over after chemicals. Ivy for her part give a resigned sigh and tossed the man to the side, allowing him to run away.

“Harls, babe. I know you’re like a… ‘bat-deputized vigilante’ or whatever now, but this is seriously kinda a… bad time.”

Ivy sounded more mildly annoyed than upset at the intrusion. It was then she caught sight of Damian, who had just entered the building herself and was attempting as intimidating a battle stance as she could manage with her present body and mannerisms.

Ivy blinked, rubbed her eyes, then blinked again. Suddenly the plant platform which had been holding Ivy up began to lower her until she stepped off just in front of the twin blondes. She looked between the two for several moments.

“Harls… why are there two of you?”

Harley laughed and gave a faux-hurt look.

“Ives! I’m shocked, how can ya forget my beloved twin sis from outta town, Harley numbuh two? For shame!”

Ivy gave Harley a dry look. She turned her gaze to Damian, who scowled in return.

“It doesn’t matter. Just leave and let me destroy this blight on the Earth-”

“Quit yappin’ let’s fight!” yelled Damian in Harley’s words, which unfortunately resulted in little more than yet another annoyed groan from Ivy.

“No! Bad Harley numbuh two!” snapped the original Quinzel to not anvil as her doppelgänger went on the attack.

An annoyed Ivy mostly focused on trying to swat away the copycat, while Damian was focused entirely on dodging the vines and searching for an opening, and Harley was attempting to convince the two to stop fighting. With all three distracted, none noticed the growing cracks of a particularly rusted vat which were growing as the vines tangled around it kept moving to try to stop snatch Damian.

“Hey, what the-“

Harley barely had time to react to the wave of green acidic liquid bursting from the vat before it hit her. The chemical wash lasted only for a few moments yet from her perspective she suddenly felt like she was lost at sea as the shattered vat’s contents burned into her skin.

Little by little, her bleached white skin felt as if it was being chipped away. Beneath it was the much more natural if still fair complexion which she was born with, the one she had before Joker had tossed her in a similar vat of chemicals in this very place…

The chemicals were sinking deeper and deeper into her body as her skin returned to its original tone fully, even her brain was not spared as they dug at its neurons. Yet no new damage was done, instead it seemed to be undoing older damage. The long-lasting effects of the chemicals which Joker had bathed her in were being dissolved away into nothingness, the sensation causing a painful yet thankfully short headache which was soon followed by the feeling of waking up after a long and demented nightmare.

Poison Ivy had also been caught in the wave, and the chemicals seemed to be having a somewhat similar effect on her as they did with Harley. The mutated greenness of her skin was sizzling away to be replaced by a pale white complexion, while the ferocity of the red which comprised her hair was damping to a more mundane ginger.

Ivy let out a scream as her plants seemed tow wither and collapse around her, the control she’d had used to grow them into place becoming weaker and weaker. The voices… the voices of the Green was quiet. So quiet. Quieter than they had in years.

Poison Ivy sputter and coughed, as did Harley Quinn, although both villainess were feeling distinctly less attached to the monikers now although it was difficult to determine why as their heads felt like they were in a daze.

Finally Harley Quinn… no, Harleen Quinzel rose from the ground, still dripping wet with an unknown chemical mixture but feeling oddly at ease. In fact she felt… lucid… more so than she had in ages.

_“Oh god…” _muttered Harleen as she thought back over the years since taking that fucking job at Arkham.

“What the hell have I been doin? Ugh… alright. Psychology is science, Harleen. You’re a scientist, Harleen. Think like a scientist… alright, hypotheses time. Whatever was in this latest liquid I’ve been exposed to much be some kind of antigen-like substance which boosted by immune system!s ability to repair the damage of whatever the Joker dumped me in…”

“Harley…?”

Harleen snapped her head to find Ivy slowly trying to pull herself up, now looking paler and weaker than before. In fact she looked on the verge of collapsing back onto the ground.

“Ives! Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?”

The mindset of a medical professional was fitting back in like a well worn glove. Ivy absentmindedly poked at a collapsed vine for a few moments before responding.

“I… I… I can’t hear them… I… ugh… I just need some rest… also… just call me Pam…”

Harleen nodded. She wasn’t sure if this antigen was permanent or not. She still felt lightheaded, this whole thing was almost like being forcibly detoxed from a ****. A very nasty ****, with some very erratic effects.

_“God, what am I even wearing? I look like I’m gettin’ ready for a Vegas strip club!” _she rearmed to no one in particular.

“Well I look pretty good in it… but still ain’t proper wear for everyday livin’!”

Well she supposed she’d have to explain this to Batman, or the cops. She hoped it was the former, this would all be a lot harder to explain to the latter. Wait… Batman… Robin…

“Oh shit! Robin? Kid? Are you okay?”

She began looking around frantically, as the guilt of what she’d subjected that poor-if-bratty junior vigilante bubbled to the surface. She soon caught sight of Damian, only fo find that due to the bodysuit he wore the effects of the chemical bath had been slightly more unique for him.