Ivy spun around to meet Harley's eyes. Most days, she felt as though she was dealing with an impatient child. Today was no exception.

"Darling, listen to me. I want to create these plants; these small babies to help us accomplish things. You want to steal diamonds and money and reek havok on Gotham? Than we need these poisons. We need these plants to be dangerous. I just don't want you touching them, yes?" She blinked, hoping Harley would understand. She turned back to the plants and adjusted the soil.

"What exactly is happening with you and your clown?" Ivy had a difficult time saying his name.