Joker's eyes narrowed dangeorusly. "I made her who she is. She is mine." Why did Ivy care so much about Harley? There was no rhyme or reason to it. But he would find out the truth. Picking up one of his special daggers, he dipped it into the pesticide and moved back over to Ivy, smirking. "You're going to tell me everything I want to know little Ivy."
Slowly he began carving crude jokes on Ivy's midsections, a cold smirk on his face. He would make her give up Harley. One way or another she would realize that Harley was his and no one else's.
Done with the jokes, he took the dagger and walked over to Ivy's left hand before slamming the dagger as hard as he could into it. "Why do you give a damn about Harley anyways?"