The Clown Prince of Crime narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You care?" he taunted. "What? About that broken doctor whore? You care about that weak woman?" He chuckled some. "What, not a fan of the male of the species?" He twisted the dagger violently before wrenching it out as painfully as he could. He pressed the bloodied blade against her skin and smirked darkly. "I could change your mind if you'd like. After all, Harley simply loved our time together."
He chuckled darkly and moved over to the table. "I know you talk to plants but you never really experience the pain they do." Picking up an iron bar, he moved over to a bucket of coals and stabbed it in. "I do hope you last til the chainsaw. Or weedwhacker." Grinning, he moved back over to Ivy and adjusted his handbuzzer. Then he slammed it on her chest.