"I talked to Harvey," Ivy confirmed with a bit of a sneer. "He expressed certain... concerns about me being able to hold up my end of things. Not that I want balls in anything," she snorted. She took Harley's hands. "So we're gonna show him. Those special roses I've been cultivating; I think it's time I get to try them out. Now to choose a mark." She tapped her chin with a fingernail thoughtfully. "What do you think, Harls? Who would it be fun to royally fuck with in Gotham. The new commissioner? Nah, too boring. Ooh, how about, listen to this, Harvey's old good buddy, Bruce Wayne! Think of it!" She was bouncing a little with excitement. "All of that money! I can buy my Harley anything and everything she's always wanted!"