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Glad ta' see you haven't forgotten me entirely under that pile of boys you have huddlin' around up there. It's been a while for old Harl', but you bet your boots I'm ready to rev up and see just what these places have to offer!

Whaddya mean you're not sure where to stick me? A little bit of Harley goes with anything!

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[ It sinks in, bit by bit, had she gone back to Mista' J? Caved finally? She knew she still loved him, even now, even after it all-- but she had been going out on her own, had her own gang... and now, what? ]

but... I ain't, Red.

That's not what I remember.

Well maybe you remember wrong! Maybe they're messin' with your head!

Do you think I of all people am so easily manipulated?

What else am I supposed to believe! That I... that I'm just gonna turn on you and leave you like that! When have I ev-er? No! I refuse to believe it.

I'm not going to argue the point with you over something that's already happened, Harley.

[ Talk about rock and hard place, she doesn't like apologizing, not really, but she hates Pam being mad too, especially if she really has no idea what's going on. After pouting for a bit, heaving a few frustrated sighs, and all that other childish nonsense she finally grinds her muttering down to a silence. ]

I... I'm sorry.

[ Which is equally frustrating for Ivy, hearing Harley apologize and not even really knowing or believing what she's apologizing for, but - well, until it happened Ivy couldn't have believed she was capable of it either. ]

Where have you been, then? What do you remember?

Last thing I remember we had just got Eddie out of a jam [ Got him into it too, but never mind that. ] With that old guy with the cane! The one who tried to kill my babies!

Dr. Aesop. I remember. That would be a good few months before...

[Well. You know.]

Apparently things went on but I didn't. [ It's a crazy thing to think about, but who better than Harley to sink into it all. ] Not yet anyway, the lady upstairs and I are kinda discussin' things, since it's sayin' I need ta' be dead or somethin'?

Dead, or close enough - apparently the Admiral has a knack for last-minute 'rescues'. I'd need more than both hands to count your brushes with mortality, Harley.

[OOC: To elaborate, any situation where the character might have died is valid! Ivy doesn't die in her canon point, for example, but lying around unconscious during an Arkham riot is risky business.]

And then some! [ She adds cheerfully, but decides not to go into that long vacation in hell with the Quintets. ] But, I s'pose that makes things easier!

( ooc: Yeah, thank goodness. I actually sat down last night (night before?) and caught up on everything. I just need to pick a point to snag her form. )

[...Harley please don't sound so cheerful about having almost died a bunch of times.]

Easier for -- what, exactly? Are you planning on joining me here? It's hardly the laugh-a-minute lifestyle you're accustomed to.

[Ivy you miss her. Even though you want to punch her all the time forever. Ambivalence is complicated, Dr. Isley, deal with it.]

Well of course. [ She wrings her hands, obviously stopping herself from bridging physical contact with a good amount of restraint. Instead she just presses her fingers into her palms and keeps a good grip to focus on. ]

And compared to what I've been doing lately, I can't see it bein' much worse!

[Ivy wants to say - something. That the Barge is a pit of horrors, that it lacks Arkham's revolving door, that it can be much worse -

But she doesn't say any of those things because reasons.]

Well. If I can say anything in favor of this place, it's that I haven't been framed for murder and then sicced by an insane pensioner's menagerie.

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