Girl's Night Out (Jultimagnet)

Of course Ivy had half a mind to relock her cell upon leaving, ditch Harley to watching the breakout from behind a closed cell door. But doing so only ensured one of two things; either one of her inmate cronies would free her, or she’d sit back and watch the riot without ever being caught and punished for having taken part in it. Plus, if there was one thing she’d be willing to praise the clown princess for, it was her ability to cause chaos - which would be her cover for escape to begin with. As Ivy walked down the halls, sliding keys through doors willy-nilly and releasing the worst of Gotham’s crimelords, she couldn’t help but smirk to herself. It was so easy, escaping like this, and all her plan took was getting revenge on the wench who landed her here! She was such a smart villain, mhmm.

She was in the process of unlocking another cell door when the glass behind her was shattered open, causing Ivy to flinch and turn around to find an unconscious inmate laying sprawl across the ground. A venom-deprived Bane waited on the other side, snarling as he continued down the hall. THAT looked like an easy ticket out of here, so Ivy classily ducked her self underneath the broken window and followed after the rampaging junkie. Bane wasn’t waiting up for her, though, and was already gone with a trail of broken doors and guards leading no doubt to wherever he went. Ivy perked up an eyebrow, but took to following him. That was, until a voice called out…

“This door ain’t budgin’!” “Put your back into it, stupid!” “You try puttin’ YOUR back into this!” “Both of yew, shut yer traps befor’ ya get us caught!” To her left, Ivy found three inmates working with a shard of rusted metal to try and pry open a locked exit door, with little success so far. One of the crooks took a break from their bickering and locked eyes with Ivy from afar. “Ay!” She called out to her. “No.” Ivy thought immediately, turning to strut down the hallway… until the criminal continued. “Yer that plant chiquita, aren’t yew? Unlock this door and set the lot of us free!” The criminal asked. Ivy stopped. Recognition. That was the fastest way to get her attention.

Turning part-way around, Ivy asked “And what’s in it for me?~” The crooks shared a few looks before one answered, “...yer freedom?” while another asked “Hey, ain’t that that girl that got spanked by the Bat?” Ivy’s smile dropped on cue. “Shut up, idiot, we’re trying to get her to help us!”

“Move.” Ivy shook her head as she stomped forward, lifting the pea-sized vine on her finger up and holding it down gently to the door’s lock. Inmates split apart while keeping guard, forming a three-person barricade around her while she worked. The little vine had minimal leverage thanks to its tiny size, moving slowly through the lock. Almost there… almost there…

“Hey! HEY!” The pseudo-intimidating voice of a dweebish security guard called off Ivy’s focus just long enough to reel the vine back. The inmates shared another set of looks before moving to defend Ivy… except for one, who turned and ran while his teammate’s backs were turned. “Wh-? AY! Ya coward! Get back here!” His crew demanded as he turned, but the man didn’t stop. The two crooks spread out to try and give Ivy more coverage, but the guard was on them fast, taser in hand as he approached. “Hold him off.” Ivy hissed, letting her finger slip back inside the lock while the two remaining inmates stood guard. “RAAAH!” One charged forward - and promptly received a direct taser to her stomach. Ivy winced as they dropped to the floor. One left. “Damn it. I have to do everything myself.” She complained.

The guard, seeing her picking the lock, came for her first. Ivy cursed her luck as her finger slipped out, and she stood up fast, reaching out for the young man’s cheek - only to be caught mid-way. “Here, honey-” She tried leaning in for a forceful kiss of death, but was intercepted, easily spun around and caught in a chokehold. “Oph-gah-aggh!” Ivy grunted as her neck was throttled, her vision going blurry as she looked forward to her last teammate… turning tail and running away. “No-! You... “ She muttered through strained breath. “Last time… I work with… anyone!”

The cruel irony of fate decided to once again feed Ivy her own words. As she began to lose consciousness to the tight grip on her neck, Ivy bit her tongue, knowing her escape plan had gone awry so easily… until she was released from her hold, the guard she was held by knocked flat on the floor by a single punch. As she was released, coughing wildly to regain her breath while sound and sight returned to her, she looked back to see… a blurry mess of red and white that, when returning to focus, could only mean one thing. Ivy’s pupils shrivelled up. “No-” She muttered.

Yes. It was Harley. Her eyes narrowed with distaste, but she had to save face. “Back for another round-” Ivy paused to cough, two more times. “...so soon, Quinn? Wouldn’t you rather spend your time escaping?”

"As much as I love to see my kinky Red enjoy getting choked out, I figured I oughta stop that from happening." Harley replied with a grin still plastered on her face. She waited for Ivy to catch her breath and recompose herself before continuing. "Today is ya lucky day, Pammy, because unlike most of Harley's Quinn's enemies I am giving you a once in a life time offer to work with the one and only best villain in the world: me!" The clown put her hands on her hips and thrusted her chest out much like the pose of a cartoon super hero.

Harley got to the point before Poison Ivy began to think this was a trick. "Now I realized something while I was spanking your cute little cheeks...andwhenyouwerespankingme." The woman spoke the last few words very quickly so it was barely even an audible sentence. "I've never been taken down so easily by someone outside of our little friend, Bats, and I'm assuming that you haven't either...sooo I think spanking naked butts would be a wonderful way to get we want against the true bad guys: heroes!"

"I'm definitely top notch when it comes to slapping hams and I supooooose you're not too shabby yourself." Harley gave the woman in front of her a wink before continuing. "Now just imagine what we would be able to do together! Not only would we get the wonderful satisfaction of smacking some naked asses but I'm sure we can get some other goods, like that diamond, while we're if that's what interests ya! I'll even give you one 'spank ya Harley' free card in the future just to spice the deal up!"

Loud grunts from the inmates not too far away from the duo could be heard along with the sound of lasers and feminine shouts...it seems like the back up had finally arrived; they didn't have too much time before they were caught so Harley turned back to Ivy and smiled as if she were in a brochure. "So whaddya say, Red? Are you in?"

Nothing quite grinded Ivy’s ears like hearing Harley refer to her as ‘her Red,’ the nickname bad enough alone, but she did have to be thankful that she wasn’t trying to take advantage of her dizziness to easily knock her back or, worse, take double revenge. By the time her head stopped spinning and she was able to look straight towards Harley, albeit squinting and with an awful headache to complement, Ivy’s brow furled with skepticism. Because first off, SHE was the best villain in the world, but secondly (and likely more importantly,) the offer to ‘work’ with her being every definition of the word ‘shady.’

“No way in hell.” Ivy began to cut Harley off, but had to shut herself up just to hear out what the end of this crazy scheme was. It’s not like she could run anywhere, anyway - the riot had brought the fight elsewhere and their momentary calm was a welcome change. And go figure the perverted clown couldn’t last a few minutes without bringing up their spanking rivalry. Fun as it was to properly punish Quinn like the brat she was, Ivy was looking forward to a future without having to worry about that dreadful experience for a while. Harley had other plans, it sounded like. Ones that… admittedly, rose a bit of curiosity in Ivy’s face.

Her face furled up with retrospective disgust as Harley complimented her own skills at having taken her in hand. She hated every bit of where this was going but couldn’t get away with saying she wasn’t the slightest bit interested. And getting to spank Harley again for free was a plus - the clown girl had quite a delectable bottom and she didn’t have nearly enough time to play with it… wait, what?

A resounding crash from outside made Ivy flinch with surprise, hinting at the ticking timer she was on. “You’re crazier than they say, aren’t you? No, but I might just take you up on that-” She quickly began to reject the offer; before she could even finish her sentence, the nearest wall to her and Harley lit up with two searing, red splotches in the metal. The crimson circles grew wider and wider, until two straight holes were burnt through the prison walls, making Ivy stumble backwards as the panel toppled. A flying figure decked in a cape and supersuit flew past the outside in pursuit, while Bane’s muffled cries of rage could be heard from outside that door.

Ivy had to think quick. “Um.” She grit her teeth. Her eyebrows slanted. “You see…” She hesitated, “F-Fine, fine! If you have a way out, fine, I’ll work with you short-term!” She agreed, while another crash outside warned her of the impending danger. “But I’ll be making good on that coupon as soon as we find our safe place!” She warned.

The expressions Ivy were making were not very good and it was seeming very likely that she was about to reject the playful and generous offer. Harley was hoping that the red head would be desperate enough for escape to agree to the plan but that was seeming unlikely; the clown woman was considering giving Ivy what she had given that guard earlier before a loud high pitched squeaky noise filled the room. Harley turned and recognized that piercing noise as lasers which were undoubtedly ruby red, much like Poison Ivy's bare bottom was in the museum.

The sudden force caused Harley to lose her balance but she was luckily able to keep her footing. This unwelcome visit seemed like a terrible thing until she realized that the super girl chick must have pushed Ivy over the edge and forced her to agree to these terms; while the villain didn't necessarily have to follow through with her promise being a bad guy and all it was possible she would follow through once Harley saved her from that blonde heroine. She quietly thanked her luck before giving Ivy a giant grin. "Good ch-"

Before Harley could finish her sentence, another loud crash filled her ears and caused the floor to once again shake from whatever the impact was. This time the villainess was distracted and tripped, falling straight into her partner. Pamela fell onto the floor hard on her back and Harley landed face first on top of her; Quinn took a moment to get out of her daze before grinning at Ivy's face which was mere inches away from hers. "You won't regret this, Red, scout's honor!" Harley gave the side of the woman's bottom a couple of pats before standing back up and holding out a key in her hand which was enclosed in her closed fist the whole time.

"I borrowed this from an unconscious guard on my way to come get ya!" She smirked before making her way to the door and unlocked it with relative ease. As long as they didn't run into any more guards...or HER...then the escape should be rather easy. Harley opened the door with a giant grin still on her face while motioning for Ivy to walk through. "Ladies first!"

“Bad idea. Bad idea. BAD idea…” Ivy thought to herself as she dragged her hand across her face. In her haste to disappear from whichever super was on the other side of the prison walls, she didn’t even THINK about how working with Quinn might affect her image, should they be seen together. And what if her boy- hold on, that’s right, ex-boyfriend tries coming after her? With a tired sigh, she had to resolve to herself not to take this commitment too seriously. Once the two had escaped the prison and cashed in that free spanking offer, she’d find a way out of this slimy deal. Seeing that awful smile light up on Quinn’s face could only mean so many things, and all of them bad. “But no trick-!” Ivy was in the process of saying… before the outer wall of their confinement burst open from a straight and direct Kryptonian beam.

With a gasp and a hand over her mouth to conceal her yelp, Ivy’s dizzy vision came back full-force as she toppled over onto her back, her knees still standing up to catch Harley as she fell down after and slumping her over so their faces were mere inches apart. When Ivy opened her eye and found Harley’s staring back, she hissed and started to push the clown back off of her. “Too late for th-” She began to gripe, but cut herself off to suck air through her teeth thanks to an unwelcome ‘friendly’ pat against her clothed bottom.

Throwing Harley off of her, Ivy stood up, rubbing her backside in reminiscence of what the spanking she had been through before felt like. Her tongue unfurled to chastise Harley for her actions, but she gladly cut herself off upon seeing her ticket out of the asylum. “More of this, less of that.” She nodded quickly, practical dollar signs going off in her eyes as she pushed Harley over to the door while keeping an eye out for any onlooking inmates, guards, or Kryptonians as she opened it. With the fresh, smoke-polluted, Gotham City air reaching her face a matter of minutes after she was taken away from it, Ivy looked over her shoulder one last time as she headed out the door.

“Why didn’t you start with that?” She asked, moving to a casual strut with a sway of her hips as she exited in style.

The trek towards Harley's hidden hideout wasn't a short one as the villainess had told Ivy 'Just a few more seconds!' multiple times the past ten minutes. Both woman were constantly on edge considering they were two criminals that had just escaped Arkham only moments ago; not to mention that they were A-list villains who anybody would recognize immediately at first glance! Luckily not too long later, they have finally arrived at an abandoned town with dozens of houses which were either completely broken down or on it's way there. The house Harley led her new partner towards was the only house that was still upright.

"Welcome to the Quinn abode!" Harley shouted after grabbing a key from under the tattered doormat and entering the wooden building. The only lighting was a dull lightbulb located at the center of the shack which barely covered the entire room. There was a broken down couch with a very old TV across from it on one side and a kitchen table on the other side of the house with a nearly empty storage closet filled with nothing but cans of beans...Harley definitely had more comfortable living quarters across Gotham but she figured those buildings would be the first place the cops would search so this was the best option for now.

The clown plopped down onto the couch with a sigh before wincing once her sore butt made contact with the cushion; she flipped onto her stomach while kicking her legs in the air. "So Red, I think ya owe my buns a little massage cuz I definitely didn't hit you THAT HARD." Harley grinned as she looked backwards and shook her ass towards the red head in hopes of brightening the woman's mood after entering such a disappointed temporary resting stop. "I wish I did though, woulda made the origin story to your nickname much better!"

As refreshing as the fresh air was as Ivy and Harley made their escape from Arkham City, taking the back routes through woods and brushes to some unknown destination, working together to avoid the spotlights of police helicopters and keeping an eye on the sky for the familiar symbol of a bat, not once did Pamela let her guard down around her new clown companion. Fortunately, with the underbrush-like areas they trekked through, should Harley ever turn on her, she’d have an environmental advantage. Tempting as it was to hog-tie the girl up with an assortment of flowers and briars like a packaged gift for the police to take back to Arkham, Ivy resisted, deciding to hesitantly trust her escape partner… for now. Maybe, it was out of blind faith. Maybe, it was because she realized halfway through that making an escape with Harley meant returning her to the police would make it easy for the Gotham PD to track her down, too.

Through thick and thin, awful surroundings that were no fun to walk through on a sore bottom, even with hers having healed as much as it had, Ivy was disappointed, but not surprised, to find a mere utility closet as Harley’s supposed ‘hideout.’ Seems breaking up with the Joker meant a major downgrade for her the tools at her villainous disposal. She sighed as she turned her nose up at a cloud of dust spread her way from the mere opening of the door, crossing her arms as she tiredly stepped inside.

As much as she tried to look disapproving of their new environment, Harley’s little squeal as she sat down on her still-aching bottom prompted a hesitant grin and stifled chuckle from Ivy who couldn’t help fighting it back. It was hard to keep a stern, stoic expression around someone so committed to never being serious. She shook her head and tried to re-adopt her cold expression. “Oh hush, you big baby.” Ivy spat right back, “The only reason I don’t take you up on your free offer now is because I want the red in your cheeks to fade. So I can start anew.” Crossing her arms, she herself took a seat at a dusty old stool facing a wooden table.

Definitely… not her preferred setting, but beggars couldn’t be choosers right then. “So.” She opened, “Is it too bold to surmise you have a plan?”

A gasp escape Harley's mouth as she puckered her lower lip out in fake sorrow before laughing and turning around so her face was facing Ivy instead of her ass. "You do know that you're speaking to the one and only Harley Quinn, don't ya Red? The greatest villain this city has ever seen always has a plan!" The woman jumped up from her seat and grabbed the remote which was still on the television. The first channel that popped up of course was the news which was unsurprisingly about the prison escape that occurred mere hours ago.

"So of course our goal overall is to take that superman wannabe down a peg or two! She isn't in Gotham very often but when she is she's a pain in my ass and yours too I'm sure...so I wanted to return the favor more literally to our good friend super girl! Of course fighting her would be step four though." Harley took a deep breath before continuing. "Step one is of course to get some of that green goodies that'll stop that blonde bimbo in an instant! The quickest way to find some is...our good buddy batso! You know...the guy with the bat suit? The one that brought you to jail with a wedgie and red butt cheeks?"

A giggle escaped the villain's lips.

"Well he has what we need! So step one is to call the bat by some flashlight in the sky or some shit and then step two is to beat his ass tag team style! Once Bats is out of the picture then we can steal us some green stuff, which is step three, and then move onto step four! Whaddya think, Red? Am I genius?" Harley kept moving closer to Ivy as she spoke until she was in front of her fellow villain; the woman's elbows were against the table and she was resting her chin against the back of her hands while batting her eyelashes. Harley was of course smart enough to think up a good plan but much too impatient to work on the specifics.

Firmly patting the chair underneath her as well as checking her surroundings to make sure nothing had indeed moved, Ivy had to verify briefly that she was only brought through a verbal rollercoaster, and not an actual one. Pamela watched as the screen showed a young blonde with a billowing cape behind her, lasers protruding from her eyes while two grown men twice her size were tucked under her arms like children. Harley thought they could take on Supergirl? Even as amazing a villainess as herself wouldn’t be so naive. To challenge anyone related to the Man of Steel was essentially challenging God, and his cousin was no exception. And what exactly was Harley’s plan…?

“Are you out of your mind?!” Pamela chastised her, coming off the initial high that was having to sit in on ‘the plan’ in the first place. “You want to summon Batman? And for what, to battle Supergirl?” Crossing her arms, Ivy up-turned her chin at the very thought. “If I had known your goal was a suicide mission, then I wouldn’t have agreed in the first place.” She huffed… and then realized, through work of her own words, that she didn’t really have a say in the matter. Out in the middle of nowhere, in a shack alone with Harley Quinn, while the police were on the lookout for her. Ivy one-eighty’d like a pancake. “Let’s put some more thought into that plan of yours.” She grumbled, closing in on the table.

“You want to so simply defeat the Batman? And how has that worked for us before?” Ivy asked. “We’ll need every advantage we can get. There’s an alleyway on Park Row, same street as Cobblepot Park, that neighbors a botanist. I can use that.” She explained, cupping her hands to represent two buildings. “You’re good as a distraction. So we’ll get that light in the sky, and then, come hell or high water, you’ll be needed standing in that alley.” Pausing to think, Ivy muled over her options. “He’ll come for you first. He won’t be expecting me…” Ivy trailed off, “Especially after the… last time he saw us.” She mumbled. “Your job will be to keep him distracted long enough to let me break into the botanist, and once I have, we’ll have an army at our hands.”

Trailing her finger back, very obviously pleased with her own plan, Ivy licked the tip of her nail as she proudly gleamed. “The old man won’t stand a chance.”

The smile on Harley's face somehow found a way to grow wider and wider until the edges of her mouth were practically touching her ears as if she were the Cheshire Cat himself. Of course it was pretty obvious to the woman that Ivy wasn't very interested in the whole 'fight super girl' idea that she suggested so Harley attempted to sway the conversation so that Pamela would think of her own brilliant plan and it was clear by the villain's smile that she was loving the idea of fighting Batman and Super girl much more now that she had added her own input into it.

"That's perfect! I knew you there was more to you than those cute buns of yours, Red!" Harley jumped before sitting on the chair across from Ivy...sitting on her legs of course. She still worse a grin on her face. There was still quite a bit of time before the sun went down and they could begin putting their plan into action so she wanted to entertain her boredom for a moment.

"Ya know, Red, it's pretty common here in Gotham to return presents when given one! I don't think it's very fair how I offered ya my butt and yet you didn't seem to have given me anything!" The woman stuck her tongue out at her partner as if she were an angry child.