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Poison Ivy thinks Jason Todd is a filthy hypocrite (iampoison) wrote in wariscoming,

Dear god, the pain. He was right, she spoke to the plants but she had never once truly felt the pain they went through until now. The pesticides, the burning. It was taking all of her will power not to scream, all of her stubborn will not to break. She heard the taunting words and wanted to wipe that smug grin off the bastard's face but she couldn't. She was stuck where she was and the burning sensation in her none stabbed hand was overriding most of her feelings at the moment.

But then she heard Harley's voice and she was convinced her heart stopped. Because Harley couldn't know. Because that would change everything and Ivy was used to how they were, used to their dynamic. A change in that could be disastrous. Yes, it could be good, but mostly, it could be disastrous. Ivy didn't want to be hurt again by someone she loved. It was easier if Harley didn't know but now she knew. Because she told the Joker that he didn't need to tell her anything. This might be more torturous than the physical pain because the emotional and mental worry was maddening.

Hearing the comment on Harley asking if she was all right, Ivy tried to laugh but it came out as a gasp from the pain.

"F...fine...."

And another voice. Jason. So it seemed the calvary was finally arriving. The fact that he was telling Harley to kill the Joker was shocking. She was certain he'd want the kill for himself. Unless he was testing her. Seeing if she meant it, seeing if she had truly changed. But it even the single worded answer she had given to the blond about being fine had been draining. But she worried. She worried that something would happen. Would Harley go back to him despite her claims that she would kill the Joker? Would the Joker pretend to do as he was told to get her to lower her guard? There were too many variables. That was one of the reasons she hadn't told the blond what she was doing in the first place. Because the Joker might manipulate her and all the work they'd done, all the late nights of telling her she deserved better, that he was a horrible person, all of that would be gone.

But the burning poker in her hand was making it impossible to concentrate and despite all of her self control, she whimpered in pain, closing her eyes tightly.