5 (short) things Ivy does in the City.
1.
She saw him sometimes. Mostly at night, high above the ground. She was always quick to be on her way when she did and Ivy hated herself for that. Hated him. For the fear and the pain he had put her through.
Then one day he told her "Thank you." Quiet and soft and grudging, but honest nonetheless. And suddenly she remembered why she fell in love with him in the first place.
2.
It hits her rather suddenly and rather powerfully that she completely and utterly understands Rue. Understands why she keeps kidnapping the little white haired boy (although after the third or fourth time, it starts to get tiresome more than anything else). She knows what it's like to want that. To love a person so powerfully and desperately that you're willing to cut them off from everyone else so that they can't ever leave you.
And after she talks to her, Ivy isn't entierly sure she should take that away from her...
3.
Danny's warm.
That's what it is. More than just his physical body heat, he's like sunlight given form and flesh. Gotham never had enough sunlight. It's hardly a wonder she keeps turning towards him. And when she does, she's not always surprised to find the Red Hood turning with her. Gotham just never had enough sunlight.
4.
She loved all of them. That's something no one will ever believe, she knows, but really and truly, in her own way she loved them. It's just that there's a poison in her, in more than just her skin and her blood. Love is to be used. Love is to be controlled. Love is to ultimately be hurt. Pure tenderness and gentleness are only to be applied to children and the Green, everything else is just a poisoned version of it. That was what Woodrue taught her with every touch and every needle.
She dreams of red capes against black, the smell of leather and something soft and feminine, soft pale skin and painted lips, of kissing in the sky. Of four glowing red eyes and wanting something so absolutely and completely she feels as though she'll die from not having it and die when she gets it.
Sometimes when she wakes up from those dreams she calls the Hood. It's not love, so there's no poison. She wants it that way.
5.
Harley loves Ivy, but Ivy will always be the Other. In her mind, this is fact and one she often takes for granted. It's become so ingrained in her that when Harley leaves (again) or when Harley doesn't tell her something (again), the pain isn't much more than a bitter, manageable sting.
Ivy loves Harley, but Poison Ivy isn't meant to be kept and loved. In her mind, this is fact.
She saw him sometimes. Mostly at night, high above the ground. She was always quick to be on her way when she did and Ivy hated herself for that. Hated him. For the fear and the pain he had put her through.
Then one day he told her "Thank you." Quiet and soft and grudging, but honest nonetheless. And suddenly she remembered why she fell in love with him in the first place.
2.
It hits her rather suddenly and rather powerfully that she completely and utterly understands Rue. Understands why she keeps kidnapping the little white haired boy (although after the third or fourth time, it starts to get tiresome more than anything else). She knows what it's like to want that. To love a person so powerfully and desperately that you're willing to cut them off from everyone else so that they can't ever leave you.
And after she talks to her, Ivy isn't entierly sure she should take that away from her...
3.
Danny's warm.
That's what it is. More than just his physical body heat, he's like sunlight given form and flesh. Gotham never had enough sunlight. It's hardly a wonder she keeps turning towards him. And when she does, she's not always surprised to find the Red Hood turning with her. Gotham just never had enough sunlight.
4.
She loved all of them. That's something no one will ever believe, she knows, but really and truly, in her own way she loved them. It's just that there's a poison in her, in more than just her skin and her blood. Love is to be used. Love is to be controlled. Love is to ultimately be hurt. Pure tenderness and gentleness are only to be applied to children and the Green, everything else is just a poisoned version of it. That was what Woodrue taught her with every touch and every needle.
She dreams of red capes against black, the smell of leather and something soft and feminine, soft pale skin and painted lips, of kissing in the sky. Of four glowing red eyes and wanting something so absolutely and completely she feels as though she'll die from not having it and die when she gets it.
Sometimes when she wakes up from those dreams she calls the Hood. It's not love, so there's no poison. She wants it that way.
5.
Harley loves Ivy, but Ivy will always be the Other. In her mind, this is fact and one she often takes for granted. It's become so ingrained in her that when Harley leaves (again) or when Harley doesn't tell her something (again), the pain isn't much more than a bitter, manageable sting.
Ivy loves Harley, but Poison Ivy isn't meant to be kept and loved. In her mind, this is fact.