Quick Fic:Barbarian at the Gates - Harley/Ivy PG
Title: Barbarian at the Gates
Author : Cold Nostalgia
Prompt: 55. The Themysicran Embassy
Claim: Harley/Ivy
Rating: PG
Word count: 284
Timeline: Post Countdown and Salvation Run a/u
Summary: Ivy couldn’t quite bring herself to be angry with Harley for her defection.
The building was tall, elegant and proud with gardens that were a small oasis to mighty oaks, hardy escallonia and delicate snowdrops in the cesspool that was New York City.
Another time, perhaps, Ivy might have given the Embassy’s impressive grounds more than momentary glance. She may even have helped herself to a few cuttings As it was, Ivy had a far more urgent matter to attend to.
In five minutes she had an exclusive interview with the latest captain of The Amazon Royal Guards, also known to others as Harley Quinn.
It had been quite a shock to discover upon returning from the hell planet that the only human that she trusted was now a card-carrying member of the Wonder Woman family.
The proverbial cherry on top of a year filled with bad choices, idiotic alliances and hellish exile which had cost her dearly.
Ivy couldn’t quite bring herself to be angry with Harley for her defection.
After all, would it be right for any gardener to be incensed with her charges for having the audacity to grow wild and unruly after leaving them unattended for so many months?
Harley was not responsible for her bad choices. The blame lay solely at Ivy’s feet alone for her neglect; this bitter harvest was yet another consequence of her actions. One that she would be quick to rectify.
Ivy grinned to herself, checking her disguise one more time. Harley would see sense, there was no doubt in Ivy’s mind about that.
And if for some reason she didn’t, Ivy thought to herself as she slammed her compact shut. Then I’ll drag her home by her pigtails.
Poison Ivy’s smile grew predatory, and she stepped toward the gates.
Author : Cold Nostalgia
Prompt: 55. The Themysicran Embassy
Claim: Harley/Ivy
Rating: PG
Word count: 284
Timeline: Post Countdown and Salvation Run a/u
Summary: Ivy couldn’t quite bring herself to be angry with Harley for her defection.
The building was tall, elegant and proud with gardens that were a small oasis to mighty oaks, hardy escallonia and delicate snowdrops in the cesspool that was New York City.
Another time, perhaps, Ivy might have given the Embassy’s impressive grounds more than momentary glance. She may even have helped herself to a few cuttings As it was, Ivy had a far more urgent matter to attend to.
In five minutes she had an exclusive interview with the latest captain of The Amazon Royal Guards, also known to others as Harley Quinn.
It had been quite a shock to discover upon returning from the hell planet that the only human that she trusted was now a card-carrying member of the Wonder Woman family.
The proverbial cherry on top of a year filled with bad choices, idiotic alliances and hellish exile which had cost her dearly.
Ivy couldn’t quite bring herself to be angry with Harley for her defection.
After all, would it be right for any gardener to be incensed with her charges for having the audacity to grow wild and unruly after leaving them unattended for so many months?
Harley was not responsible for her bad choices. The blame lay solely at Ivy’s feet alone for her neglect; this bitter harvest was yet another consequence of her actions. One that she would be quick to rectify.
Ivy grinned to herself, checking her disguise one more time. Harley would see sense, there was no doubt in Ivy’s mind about that.
And if for some reason she didn’t, Ivy thought to herself as she slammed her compact shut. Then I’ll drag her home by her pigtails.
Poison Ivy’s smile grew predatory, and she stepped toward the gates.