Private Entry--Do Not Look! THIS MEANS YOU RED!!
Okay, Ivy? Is really starting to piss me the hell off.
I've always thought that Red needed her attitude adjusted somewhat when it came to men but, sheesh? The Flash? Granted, he's funny, not some stick in the mud like a certain Caped Crouton, but he's like a big puppy! Okay, so he's really hot in that red suit that shows off all his abs, but he would still need a lot of training.
But Ivy, she's got it bad. And if she thinks she's fooling me about this whole body-switching thing or whatever Dark Angel has us doing, she's got another think coming! Then again, maybe she's just fooling herself. Yeah, she's going to switch with his girlfriend to get a couple of samples. Right. Never mind the fact that she'll be sharing his bed while getting her samples.
She never did say exactly what kind of genetic material she needed, either, but I'm really thinking I could guess.
As for this so called Society of Villains, or whatever the hell they're calling themselves, they can go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut! They wouldn't help my Puddin'! Don't want him in their little coffee-klatch.
Since our conversation the other day I've been paying a lot more attention to Ivy's little conferences. You'd be surprised at what neat little toys for spying you can buy on line with no I.D., and how fast they can deliver. They're planning some big shindig, and neither me nor Mister J got an invitation! They don't want to play with us. We'll just have to see about that.
Besides, if Mister J ever finds out about them, and that they wouldn't help him out? Well, it’d just be a matter of time before their little Society made the papers. In the Obituary section.
And this whole body-switching, life-switching thing? Is creepy. And sounds boring. I mean, how long am I gonna be expected to hang around Titans’ Tower playing a good guy? A day? A week? No thanks. Sure, Ivy says I could create all sorts of chaos by being sneaky but sneaky is so not my style. And while it might be fun to pull some harmless pranks on the do-gooders, like putting jello in their pool, I'd rather put acid in it instead.
Add in the fact that this chick I'm replacing, Flamebird? I've been doing some research on her, and she could almost be a mirror image of myself. Pretty, blond, competitive and not taken as seriously as she could have been. Add in that she only started in with the cape set to get Nightchicken's attention back when he was wearing ruffled panties and pixie boots. From what Elvira said, Miss Bette Kane had a crush on him and just wanted to get to know him a little bit better.
And he probably ignored her. I can't help but feel a teensy bit sorry for the girl. She probably had her heart broken, since you don't see any pictures of them getting it on in the tabloids. Not like that Raven and underwater guy.
So, what's the object of my little rant? First, to get things off my chest before I start trimming someone's plants with a high powered saw. And the other reason is, well, to convince myself, I guess. Ivy's my best friend, sometimes my only friend and I care about her, but she's gone off on her little tangent of cloning the Flash or whatever and sticking her plants in it and having a happy life doing whatever plants do when they try to take over the world and where will that leave me? Nowhere. No Ivy, no Joker.
And since it's Ivy's own plan that has her leaving me? Well, I'll just have to wait and see how to mess it up. If Ivy doesn't want me, and her Society doesn't want me, I'll just have to find Joker myself.
I don't want to mess with her plan by myself, though. That Dark Angel chick looked too confident not to have plenty of tricks up her sleeve.