"Are you really so idiotic to think I came here for a chat?"
Even though most would should be afraid when the armored plates slammed down on every entrance, in effect trapping her, Ivy wasn't. Because she was going to kill the Joker, or die trying. Rolling her eyes, Ivy remained where she was, watching as the remaining two flunkies were sent away. No matter, the second they were outside, her plants took care of them.
"Oh yes, freedom of speech. Still, threats don't do you any good, sweetie. You still get in trouble for them."
Stepping forward, Ivy just smirked dangerously. Even with the odds not in her favor, Ivy wasn't backing down from this fight. She couldn't. Pride for one thing, she would never let the Joker beat her. But given Harley's safety and mental stability, or what was left of it, lay with this bastard dying, well, there was no way Ivy was giving up. Besides, men always thought they were stronger than women. Manipulated and abused them, tore them down. And it would feel so good to tear the Joker down from his self delusion of grandeur.
"Oh honey, what do you think? Of course I'm ready to kill you."