“He loves me, he loves me not..”

“Come here, petal.”

Every man is welcome to visit her Botanical Garden. They just won’t come back out. Alive at least.

Oh don’t pout. It gives you wrinkles.

Why she has done nothing wrong, lover boy.

Oh, riled up hmm? Maybe a kiss to calm him down.

He’s so tense, maybe she will stop by for a visit soon. Don’t be like that petal.

Ah, a vacation he wants to send her to. How romantic.

“Santa baby…”

“And you are?” She asked unamused. Another man trying her hand?

Definitely.

“A friend of Harley’s?” Ivy tilts her head at him examining the bat armor. “Oh.” Now she gets it. “You’re one of those the newer pets.” Giggling, the redhead twirls one of her locks. “I’m going to have /fun/ breaking you in.”

“I don’t pay attention to small vigilantes. They’er like flies to me.”

“Very.”

Yawns.

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Caresses the cheek of a dead corpse hanging upside down in her garden. “You will feed the Green.”

“Hello, lovers.”

“Hello my darlings.”

“Come here and be a good boy.”