After a drunken night out with a certain blonde jester and their resident cat burglar, Ivy tries once and for all to knock some sense (metaphorically speaking, of course) into Harley's head. A decision that may cost her life. Mild Batcat, and references to certain aspects of bedroom behavior. Now multi-chapter.
Pam stumbles across Harley looking at old photographs. Pam has none to share, and with good reason. Fluff. Gotham (TV show) compliant. A certain cat also arrives to steal a scene.
In the process of proving to Harley that she can, in fact, be "fun," Ivy tips her hand and divulges deadly information.
What's Christmas without a little weed?
Harley demands she and Pam meet each others' parents for Christmas. Pam is less than excited at the prospect of setting foot in Seattle for more than a moment, but as always Harley proves herself to be the perfect negotiator. Just when did Pam become the easily manipulated one, anyway?
"I'm ready to go, sunflower." She turned to Harley, and if she weren't already dreaming she would know that Pam looked like one, with her cheeks pinked and lips red. She stared at her mouth as if diamonds would gently flow from between her teeth. "Aren't you going to say goodbye?"
Ivy, frustrated at Harley always finding the perfect gift for any occasion, calls in unlikely help to get the bubbly jester something she will actually enjoy for a change.
Harley gets two dangerous thoughts in her head: 1) What if Red doesn't have her powers forever? and 2) How can she protect her?
Ivy has her hopes set on taking down a cosmetics conglomerate that makes a habit of poisoning the waters around their factories. Harley, accompanying her on this stakeout, has her hopes set on a warm bed and some TLC to nurse the sudden onset of a cold before things start going south.
During a hopelessly sleepy morning in bed, Harley decides to tell Pam a story, one sadly similar to her own.
She could recall the speed the petals bloomed and spread apart, the way they tilted in the early morning sunlight. The way Pam had spoken so lovingly, so gently to them, the way Harley had first realized she wouldn't mind kissing her…
Bullock is fascinated by the Sirens' home. Selina is fascinated with the floor. Harley is fascinated by Ivy's freckles. Ivy is sick of being den mother.
After getting kicked in the face by Batgirl, arrested right before Christmas, and an unwelcome surprise in the Arkham cafeteria, Harley deserves a kiss under the mistletoe more than anyone. Definitely more than Mr. Two-Sides McSplit-Face laughing it up with Ivy.