Harley gave Poison Ivy her best smile and a wink, swinging her mallet to the side, ready for action. Harley straightened up and cleared her throat, “Dontcha worry, Red—” and she swung the mallet to the side, it slammed into the Spoilers face and Harley Quinn, being the girl that she was, couldn’t help but laugh her giggly laugh as she did.
She inspected the end of the mallet, “Now lookee here, look at whatcha done.” Harley frowned, “Blood all over it.” She shrugged, “Gives it a nice touch, eh Red?” She looked back at Poison Ivy for approval.
This time a little whimper managed to escape from her lips as she felt something break. Her jaw, she would assume but she was too afraid to test it. She should have listened, when they told her she wasn’t good enough, that she was too weak and inexperienced to do this. She should have gone back to being an everyday teenage girl. Maybe then she wouldn’t be about to die in a silly costume at the hands of two lunatics. The tears started trailing down her face and she was once again glad her mask covered her face.
Ivy heard a whimper followed by a fit of giggles. “Is that all it takes to get you out of your seemingly-tough-girl mentality?” She arched an eyebrow before rolling her eyes. “Anyone thinks they can make a decent hero now a days.” Shrugging she took a step towards her and leaning forward to meet her gaze. “This is actually convenient, I’ve actually wanted to try a few things, you won’t mind being my test subject will you?” She cocked her head and pouted, “I suppose not.” She placed her thumb and forefinger on the Spoilers cheek, digging her nails into the skin.
It wasn’t hard to control all the toxins and plant derivatives in her body, she could feel it happening, feel the poisonous blood running through her veins, all she really had to do was make use of the substances she needed. Only a few of them should do the trick; lidocaine, isoflurane, nitroud oxide, pancuroneum, along with a few analgesics. That’s all it took for the body to lose responsiveness, all it took for to lose the sensation of feeling. She opened her lips and breathed out, a thick green fog escaping her lips, entering spoiler’d mask through the small rips Ivy’s nails had made.
Ten minutes. Ten minutes was all the she had, ten minutes of painless bliss, of not even being able to feel a tap on her shoulder before she could feel anything again. Before she could feel what Ivy was actually doing as she stepped back. She let the vines wrap around the Spoiler’s wrist, tightening and tightening until he heard a crack, signifying a few broken ribs. Until she could feel the thorns rip through her clothes and into her skin, causing multiple deep cuts and bruises. Until she could feel the damage Harley was about to do to her. Ivy smiled at Harley and vaguely pointed at the Spoiler again, signifying that it was her turn.
She pointed behind her, “I’m going to make sure everything’s in place while you deal with her,” the smile was still on her face, a sign that she felt accomplished today. Ivy turned around, glancing at the victim before walking away with her natural strut.