@Ivy&Harley

stephthespoiler:

clownprincessofcrime:

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. 

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@Ivy&Harley

stephthespoiler:

clownprincessofcrime:

Harley Quinn bashfully glanced to Poison Ivy and blushed under the caked on layers of make-up, “Sorry, Red.” She looked back to the Spoiler and rolled her eyes, “Now you better hush, you wanna-be. This is the big leagues.” Harley tapped on her own brain and smiled widely at the Spoiler.

She pulled back her fist and punched the younger girl in the face, hard as she could (which was pretty hard, she’d knocked down Batman a couple of times in the past,) and then shifted to her hands, kicking the blonde in the face. “Red, hand me my baby—” The mallet.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re still taking orders” Steph managed to spit back before the force of Harley’s punch snapped her head back. Blood ran down from her now-broken nose and her eyes stung but she refused to back down. “That the best you got?” she asked with a little less bravado then she had had before. 

The first blow had caught her off-guard but she managed to brace herself, still she had to spit out a tooth and blood. Red, hand me my baby. It took everything Steph had not to wince when she saw the red-haired beauty pick up a mallet. Crap.

Poison Ivy’s smile widened and her eyes lowered in approval, “That’s what I like to hear.” She took her time getting the mallet, mostly because she was enjoying the nervousness that radiated from the Spoiler, even if Ivy couldn’t clearly see her face. She handed the mallet to Harley with a slight nod, as if to say do your worst.

"It doesn’t look like anyone’s about to rescue you soon." She shrugged, crossing her arms yet again. "Which is a shame really, you failed to provide any amusement." Ivy placed her thumb and around her chin, as if in thought, "But did you really think you’d be able to handle us? Next time you should simply stay at home and play with your toys, no point in bothering us." She flipped her hair back and approached her, "That is- if you do manage to get out of this.”

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@Ivy&Harley

stephthespoiler:

clownprincessofcrime:

notpoisonoaky:

stephthespoiler:

Stephanie -The Spoiler, was in way over her head. Again. “How do you always manage to get yourself into these situations, girl?” she muttered to herself as she backed away from the two approaching woman

Had she known that Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were behind the recent string of robberies she might have given it a second thought before jumping in head first. Or called for help. 

But no, she had to prove herself. She had to be the “tough guy”. She was going to die. 

Poison Ivy stared down at the girl before her. She didn’t consider her a big problem, merely a hindrance, if even. Her plans to fight against enemies of the environment had hit a dent due to the lack of funds. So of course that required what Harley called a  ’girl’s night out’ robbing a few banks, and of course jewelry stores.

That’s when their purple problem showed up, trying to obstruct their plans, however Poison Ivy was in too good of a mood to be bothered, in fact she decided to go lenient on the girl, simply planning to poison her rather than kill her right then and there.

 She glanced over to Harley, “Harl, where are the valuables?” she squinted her eyes though her gleam didn’t falter. She grinned, ‘figuring that Harley hid them well, or they would attend to it soon enough. “Are you going to rid of her or shall I?” she mused.

She stretched her hand out, reaching out to the herbs and vines that laid by the spoilers feet, making them wrap around her legs tightly, so she wouldn’t escape. “See? I even made it easy for you.” She crossed her arms.

Oh geez, the Spoiler. Whatta joke. Harley straightened up and smirked at the newly come heroine, rolling her big blue eyes and flipping over to Poison Ivy’s side. “See that get-up? Ridic, eh Red?” She elbowed her friend, her best friend, and laughed— the sound of her giggles soon dying out after she realised that Ivy wasn’t laughing with her.

That’s normal, she thought, huffing and hunching over for a moment. The valuables. Drats. Where… “Where they should be, Red!” And that’s where they were, just where the both of them had left them— a few feet behind them, hidden behind one of the various statues.

“I’ll getter, Red, no worries and no problems.” The Joker had recently kicked her out (again) and she owed Poison Ivy for taking her in, yet another time. She stood straight up and cartwheeled perfectly to the Spoiler’s side and patted her on the head, “Wow, Red, she can’t even move!” She laughed a bit, doing a little dance by their captured heroine.

Steph glared at the bouncing woman. “Yeah. My costume is ridiculous.” she replied sarcastically as she struggled against the bonds that held her in place. Crap crap crap. “Come a little closer, weirdo, and I’ll break that hand.” she hissed as the other woman patted her head. “You won’t get away with this.” Damnit boy wonder if ever there was a time for you to show up unexpectedly now would be it. 

Ivy couldn’t help the smirk that came across her face while looking at Harley. She had to admit that Harley did have the ability to make her laugh, whether they were in a serious situation or not. This one would most likely qualify as the latter.

"Ha," she leaned closer to the too, eyeing the Spoiler mischievously, "That’s barely anything Harley." With a snap of her fingers, the plant tightened around the defenseless wanna-be, wrapping completely around her legs and waist and entrapping her arms to her hips. She pursed her then broke into a smile, she was proud, not of herself but of the plants and how obedient and graceful they were.

"Oh come on Harl, don’t tell me you’re going to let me have all the fun." She glanced at her, smile still on her face as she put a hand on he rhip and started tapping her foot.

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@Ivy&Harley

stephthespoiler:

Stephanie -The Spoiler, was in way over her head. Again. “How do you always manage to get yourself into these situations, girl?” she muttered to herself as she backed away from the two approaching woman

Had she known that Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were behind the recent string of robberies she might have given it a second thought before jumping in head first. Or called for help. 

But no, she had to prove herself. She had to be the “tough guy”. She was going to die. 

Poison Ivy stared down at the girl before her. She didn’t consider her a big problem, merely a hindrance, if even. Her plans to fight against enemies of the environment had hit a dent due to the lack of funds. So of course that required what Harley called a  ’girl’s ngiht out’ robbing a few banks, and of course jewerly stores.

That’s when their purple problem showed up, trying to obstruct their plans, however Poison Ivy was in too good of a mood to be bothered, in fact she decided to go lenient on the girl, simply planning to poison her rather than kill her right then and there.

 She glanced over to Harley, “Harl, where are the valuables?” she squinted her eyes though her gleam didn’t falter. She grinned, ‘figuring that Harley hid them well, or they would attend to it soon enough. “Are you going to rid of her or shall I?” she mused.

She stretched her hand out, reaching out to the herbs and vines that laid by the spoilers feet, making them wrap around her legs tightly, so she wouldn’t escape. “See? I even made it easy for you.” She crossed her arms.

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pliablepaladin:

notpoisonoaky:

idlovetobebardafree:

fyesbatboys:

I firmly believe that Marcus To should be the only man allowed to draw Tim.

He’s so pretty. I kinda want to braid his hair.

A fine specimen, even if it is but a man.

What’s so wrong with men, Ives? I like ‘em!

Everything is wrong with them And I don’t recall telling you to call me that.

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idlovetobebardafree:

fyesbatboys:

I firmly believe that Marcus To should be the only man allowed to draw Tim.

He’s so pretty. I kinda want to braid his hair.

A fine specimen, even if it is but a man.

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zombierampant:

I forgot how pretty Ivy was in Battle for the cowl 

It isn’t something to easily forget

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pliablepaladin-deactivated20130 asked: You MUST be Poison Ivy, baby, 'cuz you're makin' me itch all over!

...or, wait, that could be something else.

If it were me you would have been dead already.

pliablepaladin-deactivated20130 asked: Baby, plants aren't the only things you can make grow!

And I’m not the only person that sees how incredibly idiotic men are, this being a perfect example.