9 - When we go up to bed you're just no good, its such a shame

[ivysgarden]

[Action, early morning]


[It had been... kind of a hectic week for Ivy. She killed, she got killed, she lied to her husband and now... now it had been his turn. Their kids are certainly growing up in a really nice environment, are they not?


Today, she had had to drink the milk. And with her luck... well, at least she hadn't have a slow death. And razorblades are just really, really painful. Nothing she hasn't have to deal with before, living in a place like Gotham.


Which might explain why is she determined to walk on the streets, even if she obviously has internal injuries, and most of her body is bleeding.]



[1249 Williams Road]
 
[When she reaches Harley's house, she barely has the strength to knock. But she had to look after her-  God knows what she had gotten into with this craze going around.]

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[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Opens the door.]

Red? ....

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[Have an Ivy clinging to you- this tends to happen around here, doesn't it?]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Well that was going to be Harley's next move. So is clung to.]

Red! What happened!? You're bleedin!

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Milk. Razorblades. [She winces slightly with every movement, it's like she can feel needles against her every organ every time she moves.]

Are you okay?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah....

Just a little sick, the milk wasn't too bad today....

[Dragging you inside.]

You shouldn't be runnin' around like this. You're gonna get even worse!

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

I got freaking burned alive, I can live with a little pain. And I hadn't heard of you this whole week... I wanted to check on you.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[And you're being hugged again.]

Aww, Red you're the sweetest.

But you have to stay here now. I'm not lettin' you walk back home like this.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

...As you wish? I'm not counting on lasting much longer, though. They were razorblades.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Well you're stayin' here anyway.

[Stubborn.]

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

...Can I at least call home? I promised Bart I'd come back.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Sure, it's over there.

Wait, whose Bart?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

The kid living at my house, the one who's supposed to be my son. He's from our world, kind of.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? What's he like?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

An idiot. And a speedster, apparently.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Like that Flash guy?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Yes, they are apparently from the same city and everything. He keeps complaining about how slow everything is, such a pain.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a treat.