“Edward, Johnathan, how long have I been here?” I asked the two villains. Edward looked up at me from the couch, confused.
“Only about a week,” Johnathan said, staring at the TV.
“Then why did my mom say three months?” At that, Johnathan flew off the couch and, again, pinned me to the wall.
“Johnny, get off her! It was a voicemail from her mother,” Edward said defending me. Johnathan/Scarecrow put me down. I pulled up the voicemail and played it for him.
Johnathan moved away to sit at the kitchen table. Edward got up from the couch and sat down next to him. They started muttering about something.
“…should have told….”
“Does it matter now…”
“How ‘bout ya’ll stop talking about me like I’m not here?” I said, getting irate. They looked at me then went back to muttering, this time quieter. I went back to Edward’s room, and changed back into my clothes, grabbed all my stuff this time, and started walking out. I flipped them both off as I passed them.
Once I got outside, I just started walking somewhere other than here. It took a while, but I got somewhere, all right; a big brick building with a few armed guards patrolling the perimeter and lots of plants. I just walked up to the guards and they stopped me, pointing their guns at me. I put my hands up and let them take me to Ivy.
The beauty that is Pamela Isley sat in front of me on a giant flower (don’t ask me what it’s called) with Harley Quinn, of all fucking people, sitting on the floor next to her, talking. When they heard me enter the room they looked up. Pamela smiled and Harley squeaked (again) and I rolled my eyes (again). I bowed to them both, and Harley giggled at this. Pamela waved her guards away as I stood back up with a small grin on my face.
“Well hello, Morrigan. I didn’t think you would find us so easily,” Pamela said seductively.
“I went where my heart took me, Pamela. Guess that should say something about my heart, leading me toward two known villainesses,” I replyed, moving toward the chair Pamela had her minion bring for me.
“Look at who you were rooming with before us,” she said. “Edward Nigma and Johnathan Crane, of all people.”
“Ooh! Ooh! And she stayed with me and Mistah J, too!” Harley chimed in.
“I didn’t stay of my own choice, Harley. I wanted to stay with Edward, and would be there, if Johnathan wasn’t basically trying to kill me,” I told them. Pamela’s face switched from shock to concern to anger all within a few seconds.
“Wait, I thought they liked you,” Harley said, confused. “They saved you from Mistah J, and gave you a place to stay, too.”
“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “They didn’t save me, per say. More like Scarecrow needed a new test subject, and I was selected.”
So I told them about the past few days, or however long it had been, watching their faces all the while. Pamela was silent the entire time, her eyes closed, body not moving. I had a feeling she was reaching out to the plants around Edward and Johnathan’s warehouse. Which worried me for their sakes.
Harley, on the other hand, listened intently, asking questions at certain times. I didn’t go into detail about the Bat family. I did promise, after all. In fact, I skipped that part of my adventure all together.
“So that’s been my life recently,” I said after I finished my story, crying slightly. Pamela still hadn’t moved, and Harley had long since moved to my side and was holding me close to her.
“I’m so sorry we did this to ya, honey. If I’d have known, I’d have gone somewhere else,” Harley said. I shook my head.
“Then you’d have made someone else’s life bad, end, or worse,” I told her. She looked at the floor, realizing what I meant by ‘worse.’ After all, this is Joker we’re talking about. “Pamela, do you have a room where I can get some sleep?” Pamela opened her eyes and nodded to me.
“Harley, would you show her to her room, please?”
“Yea, Red,” Harley said nodding.
“Thank you,” I said to them both. Harley smiled and Pamela went back to focusing on…whatever she was focusing on. Harley led me out of the main room and into a hallway full of doors. We past by a recently painted red and black door that I assumed was Harley’s. A couple doors down, we stopped and Harley opened the door.
“Red had this one made up for ya, in case you wanted to stay with us,” Harley said smiling. I looked inside and saw Heaven; a full black room, with a big, beautiful black-and-blue four-poster bed, thick dark blue shag carpeting, and a nice big window with a view of Arkham Island. I didn’t know how she’d known what I liked, but I wasn’t going to complain.
“I’ll let ya get some sleep,” she said as I walked in. When she walked away, I closed the door and sat down on my new bed. I almost sunk into the bed, it was that soft. Laying back I started thinking about what I was going to do long-term. If I was stuck here, what would I do and if not, how was I going to get home?