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Harley quinn is tentative, strong and passionate about many things. She assumes everything as an adventure to master and every heist a journey of fun. Harley had everyone seduced at one point despite off her everlasting masochistic moves towards people.
However,despite her decades of gymnastics training and her unwillingness to give up—
Harley is still human.
Harley is still a human who has feelings– However putting them to test was harder than acquiring it. One of Harley's fatal mistake was being unable to express those feelings.
Sometimes it was considered a red flag.
It was one of those flaws that even heroes and villians could see and understand.
Harley is still human— She doesn't have special heating powers like poison ivy,
Nor the ability to recarnate.
Harley's body was rotting with scars.
Scars.
Ever scar she recieved came from a stab or a gunshot.
Perhaps a family member, or maybe one of the nemesis that was constantly chasing her down
Most came from Joker. The same man that she loved so much it turned her mad. Joker the same person that treated her like a tool.
Replaceable.
Harley quinn wasn't stupid or dumb either. Acquiring a PHD and an MD was her pride and joy. She was able to read and understand people's emotions just by looking at their faces—
—and yet.
And yet Harley fell into a deep, deep hole of manipulation and torture.
When poison ivy arrived into Harley's life— harley felt it was admirable, Ivy was loveable and understanding towards her..
.
—And everything Joker wasn't and couldn't be.
Harley felt her world shift when Ivy came into her life. Like the vines that ivy controls, Harley describes the feeling with ivy to he the same. Tightening and loving, much like her girlfriend—her soon to be wife.
Ivy's love was addictive, her soft comforting words would smooth the blonde girl, no matter what trauma she was hovering over. Ivy would wrap the jester in her vines, before kissing her forehead gingerly.
Nibble,nibble,nibble
This always managed to calm harley down.
Perhaps because harley was never used to such affectionate care from anyone. Not from her family, and definitely not from The Joker.
Ivy cares alot about Harley. Harleen was the only one that cared about her. Love goes around and comes around.
So she decided that she will be by Harley's side no matter what trauma comes back to haunt her.
This is one of those nights...
"— Harley where are you i-it's a bit late now..." Ivy wondered around looking for the girl she loves, when she noticed that the blonde was no longer in the same bed as she was.
"Harls...!"
Eventually Ivy found Harley in the toilet —the bathroom. Sobbing, crying, and choking up in tears.
The green woman tried her best to shift her focus towards something less.... bloody— her face. Harley's beauty was spectacular. A hint of dullness in her cheeks and a small tint of loose make up lingers on the tip on her eyebrows.
Ivy always knew that Harley enjoyed playing hide and seek, But not now–not at 12 AM in the morning.
And this was definitely NOT hide and seek.
The reflective mirror allowed Ivy to see the clear spectral of what was happening to Harley.
Ivy noticed the poor girl scratching her hands as if there was no doubt she was going to lose it. Red lines —resemblencing stratch marks roamed,the arms of the girl Ivy loves most.
Without much thought the green poisonous woman wrapped her arms around the notorious criminal, "Flower, what are you doing?"Ivy asked patiently, and calmly.
However, that gave Harley quite a shock. She immediately pullled back and her hands leaned gainst the sink, looking innocent.The weak(suddenly)Jester felt her heart rate speed up, fluttering against her lungs and rib cage she started breathing wildly.
She never enjoyed lying to Ivy...
It made her feel smaller than she already is.
"Re-red! W-what are you doing up here ...this late" Harley's voice sounded like it was about to explode yet so,so timid.
Sometimes hardly remind the ivy of a mouse. A mouse —that was squeaking,and small and— unable to express what they really feel.
Ivy could sense that her voice was slowly turning off her body and was not responding as it should be and —the way it usually would be.
Ivy continued to warp her body around Harley, her eyes solid on the Jester's arms.
Harsh red strokes formed around how she tormented how she going to treat them later .
"You're up late today...what's wrong Baby—?" She asked, but with no reply from the blonde.
"...could you face me peanut—?" The worried eco terrorist asks again, monitoring her language and body movement as she does.
There was a uncomfortable silence between the two for a while, but Ivy completely understood. Harley needed some time for her to process the question and understand the situation.
Harley bites on her tongue, bitterly."Sorry."
"....Dont be."
"I didn't mean to ignore you I just—"
Ivy rubs her Lover's rough hands, clenching her teeth as she does,"—Peanut, It's okay. I'm not upset." She rolls her green thumb along the roughly bloodied skin of Harley's.
It broke the her heart to see Harley so broken. Some nights she would wake up to the shaken screaming of Harley's nightmares.
Most, her eyes staring down at the scars left by Joker.
"Do you want to talk about what you were doing, My beautiful flower?"
Harley could feel her ears perked up and her face shifted into disgust—It wasn't herself that she was trying to hurt...she didn't want to hurt Ivy.
However she knew damn that well that lying to ivy would have cost more damage than she already has.
"I-i just uhm—" Harley fumbles along the words, "—...old scars.?"
"And what are you doing with them...?"
"Im—" Harley says, closing off the distance between them, curling herself up into a ball in Ivy's arms and vines. "just — taming them..?"
"Baby, my Harls... " The former botanist says, shaking as she picks the broken girl out of the bathroom, preventing Harley to look at her former self again. "— look at yourself again, my love ... what were you doing to your scars?'
Her tender words allowed Harley to print point her emotions to somewhere else more calm, somewhere that harleen would have led her patients to.
She stalls at the emptiness of the wounds, bloodshot and bleeding from the deep scratches she caused.
It takes time for the poor traumatic girl to think
"I... was scratching them."
Ivy takes in a tough bit of air, bitting the thickness of her words."Yes baby, you were... scratching your scars, thats right... and were you supposed to be doing that?" She chuckled slightly, pulling the tiny-rolled up girl into her arms, before grabbing a homemade ointment for Harley.
"N...no—I don't, I don't think so.."
"Yes baby, we are both doctors, we know better than scratching the newly stitched up wounds, peanut." Ivy smiles and kisses her forehead tenderly, sneakily holding her body closer. "Tell me baby, why were you doing it?"
Harley curls up more, now hitching herself into the legs of Ivy. Ivy didn't think it was possible for someone to go so tiny—but knowing Harley's long history with gymnastics, she made it possible.
"I dunno.." she pauses, as she starts to bite on her tongue, words forming bitterly in her mouth. "I hate myself. ...I hate how he—has control over my body. Lingers on my body." She chokes out.
Ivy knows Harley was trying her very best to be optimistic about her emotions– and decides not to push her further.
Well, Ivy was really never the psychiatrist in the relationship.
"He doesn't have control my flower, not anymore, and never ever." She says, stroking the Jester's hair with love, " fuck, he won't even get 5 feet close to you if im here. Ill fucking kill him." She smirks, as she continues rubbing Harley's skin with soft white ointment for her bleeding wounds.
"Im here harls. Fuck Joker, seriously. You should be fucking me instead..."
That cracks up a small laugh from the adorable blondie who was snuggled up in Ivy's lap. "You're so funny red."
"And for the most beautiful and funniest girl in the world to say that? I must be lucky"
"Wow, did I ever tell you that I love ya, Red?" Harley says between cries, laughing as she does
"Not enough, you should say it more." Ivy counters, letting Harley let lose of her wave of feelings and emotions
~~
Kissing the lips of the girl she loves most, Ivy hovers over her cheeks and wipes Harley's tears away"Are you feeling better?"
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Ive. Just with you, with me— beside me, wow am facing ya ass you know—" she chimes playfully, "I'm always feeling better. The best."
"Fuck you're so cheesy and cringey i love you so much." Ivy's eyes rolls in love, pulling harley in for a deep kiss.
"Thank you, Red. You bear the most beautiful flowers in the world."