poison ivy.

oh, you know… ( her smile grows endeared with her enthusiasm. ivy’s arms wrap around the clown’s waist, and after a few seconds of appreciation — she leans in to press a quick kiss on harley’s lips. ) something like that.

( she can’t help but let out a small chuckle— gently putting down the brush in order to approach the other. ) no reason to just stare.

( noticing her through the mirror, she stops combing her hair with a smirk— ) enjoying the view?

( getting ready to go out. )

just fyi whoever steals flowers off the ground this Valentine’s Day is going on my list.

fuck you

hey 🥰

oh, yeah? which one? i bet it’s bane. ( she scoffs— beginning to walk on the stone path, hand occasionally touching the flowers adorning. )

hmph. figures. ( shrugging— she remains with her arms crossed, unimpressed but peaceful. ) this does beg the question: why are you here?

i fail to see how killing you would be consequential. ( raising an eyebrow— ) are you trying to change my mind?

( she seems to think for a few moments — but ends up dropping him with a sigh. )

…

… and what exactly would those things be?

oh, great.

( CRIES HARDER )

BUT I DONT WANT ANOTHER ONE I WANT MY FRIEND

( CRYING )