Epilogue: The of Harley Quinn

Silent, the Crown Princess of Crime slipped into the humid greenhouse. There was a heavy revolver tucked into her red-and-black diamond-patterned booty shorts. The baseball bat perched with careful nonchalance over her shoulder. Dyed hair up in pigtails. Only the gas mask was out of place. The chemical tanks on her back, which supplied the long sprayer that she used to mist down the plants ahead of her. Purple fumes rose from where the liquid hit, and the plants stayed quiescent as Harley Quinn strolled right up to the bower...where Poison Ivy should have been alone.

They'd grown the bed together, Lotus Lane and her lover. Beach and Peach trees, the roots growing, intertwining to make the frame. Organic straw mattress, hand-woven hemp sheets. Their hair, black and red, seemed to mingle together. Pale skins a matching shade of of green underneath. Harley pulled down the covers, her eyes narrowing as she saw them both naked...but Lotus Lane's hand was curled protectively around a slightly swollen stomach.

Giant flytraps stirred over Ivy's head, and Harley raised the sprayer, dousing everything in the soporific mix. Something that the Toyman called "Agent Purple." Guaranteed to keep even the most animate of plants quiescent, at least for a few minutes. Ivy, oblivious, snored on.

When she awoke, it was to find that her Lotus Lane was gone.

Lotus Lane woke like a cat. Her whole alertness came back at once, even though she didn't show it. Chemical taste filled her mouth and nostrils, metallic and bitter. She was tied to a metal chain, with nylon ropes around her arms and legs, beneath her breasts. Someone who knew their knots; the former reporter had been tied up more than once, and there was no loss of circulation, no rope burn. Nor was she gagged.

Someone wanted her to talk.

There was a tap, hollow and echoing. Hard wood on concrete. Lois opened her eyes just a sliver, to let herself get used to the light. Head still hanging down, breathing regular, pretending she was asleep.

TAP.

"You stole my Ivy."

New Jersey accent, nasal and a little whiny. Female. Lotus Lane knew then, exactly who had her...and why.

Something hard tapped the reporter's chin. She saw the long length of Harley Quinn's Louisville slugger, the varnished length of it carved with slogans, worn oddly smooth. The bat raised the reporter's chin up, until Lotus and Harley were staring eye to eye.

"Jealous?" Lotus said.

Harley gave a nasty little smile. There were bags under her eyes, visible even with her naturally pale skin and the makeup. Like she'd been crying.

"Maybe a little. I should have been the one, y'know? If she wanted to knock somebody up, she shoulda done it to me. Now..." The lips curled. "...I have to deal with you."

Lotus drew herself up, as much as her bonds allowed. She tried to press out her stomach, to emphasize her pregnancy...though she wasn't that far along, she was showing already. Not a great surprise, given how fertile she was...and how potent Ivy had turned out to be.

"You think she'll take you back?" The ex-reporter said. "After you take me out?"

"Sure. Why not?" Harley drew back the bat and rested it behind her head, one hand on either end. Lotus admired the trim, flat stomach with the hard abs, the clean, muscular limbs, the small, pert breasts hidden behind her vest. Whatever else she might have been, Harley Quinn was fit and attractive. Lotus spared a glance at her tight-fitting shorts, wondering what they were made of. The plant-woman's pussy began to grow wet, things stirring inside of her. "I've known Ives a lot longer than you. Your sudden disappearance...she'll be heartbroken. We'll drink, commiserate, end up in bed together..."

"Not a bad plan," Lotus said. "But you know there's a better way?"

"Oh?" Harley leaned forward. "What, you gonna beg for your life? Tell me we can share her?"

"No, don't be silly," Lotus Lane's stomach stirred. "But I think maybe we can share you."

The vine shot out of the former reporter's pussy like an exploding pinecone. Harley's jean shorts shredded, and she instinctively tried to jerk back, only to fall in sudden pain as the green tendril had already buried itself deep inside her pussy, backward-pointing spines causing unbelievable pain when she tried to pull it out. Harley screamed on the floor, her eyes flashed as she instantly took in the situation, the taut green rope that connected Lotus and Harley cunt-to-cunt...and brought her baseball bat down in a two-handed overhand strike.

It bounced off the hard vine as though it was an iron-hard tree root. Which, in many important biological respects it was. A tree root is nothing more or less than a channel for transferring things between one plant and another. Lotus Lane grinned as the green cable quickly thickened, taking on a stiffer, more solid appearance like bamboo. Unseen, she could feel it grow deeper inside Harley's cunny, aiming for the entrance to her womb. Chemicals began to flood the Clown Princess of Crime's system, anesthetics and aphrodisiacs, her normal immunity to many toxins fighting against them.

With a growl, Harley wrenched the big revolver from the ruin of her shorts, and pointed it not at the bamboo-like wooden rod that connected them, but at Lotus Lane's head. The pregnant plant-woman smiled.

"Really Harls?" Lotus said. "You're going to shoot me? But I'm trying to give you what you want."

There was a flicker of hesitation. Lotus Lane stared her down.

"You wanted Ivy to impregnate you. You don't want to share her. So I'll be the generous one...and share the load."

Harley's eyes widened in understanding as the reporter grimaced, grunted...and her stomach seemed to deflate, just a little bit, as something began its journey down the tube.

She pulled the trigger. A flag shot out, "Bang!" flapped out.

"Oops," Harley said.

"Hey Harley," Lotus said, grunting and straining. "Wh-what's the d-difference between you and a light bulb?"

"Ah fuck, no," Harley Quinn said, as she dropped the gun and grabbed at the tube. But it was too late. Firmly anchored in her flesh, the pointed end of the hollow tube was forcing itself against her cervix, now soft and numb from the plant-woman's toxins. Stuck on the floor, Harley could feel the dull, strange sensation of her innermost chamber being penetrated. It was like digging around in an empty tooth socket with novocaine, not painful but not exactly pleasant.

"Y-you can unscrew a light bulb!" Lotus finished, and grunted hard as she expelled the first of the embryos to begin its journey and take root in Harley Quinn's welcoming uterus.

"F-fuck!" Harley strained and stretched, but the pain was too much for her to pull the root out...and as Lotus Lane's stomach slowly deflated, and Harley Quinn's lower abdomen slowly grew taut, and then distended, her body already processing its new pregnancy, working to produce amniotic fluid to nurture the new lives within, Lotus Lane thought that this was actually fortuitous.

This way, Ivy could knock her up again right away.