InsaneJournal

Who: Pamela Isley
Where: A cafe in Metropolis
When: June 29th
Summary: Ivy figures out what's keeping Harley.



Pam sat nursing a cup of coffee and a glass of water as she scribbled down notes into an iPad she had convinced an admirer to buy for her. It would be jibberish to the average onlooker--containing complex organic formulas and theorems. She sighed, sipping the water. It was nice to have time to think, but action would be hard without an extra set of hands. Maybe Harley had gotten waylaid by the Joker--it wouldn't be the first time she had been dumped in favor of the psycho. Still, it was a disappointment to not have the extra help, though she would appreciate the extra quiet.

Something on the television caught Ivy's attention, and she glanced up at the screen. When she caught sight of the familiar face she asked the proprietors to turn up the volume. "...into authorized custody on the 27th and today was confined at Arkham Asylum."

Every cheap houseplant in the shop stood alert, leaves rustling slightly. Ivy grit her teeth and shoved her notes away, stomping out of the cafe. "That moron."