"I can't believe you gave all this up for me once," Harley says when the roaring waterfall is well enough behind them. It's never quiet here, especially at night, but peaceful in a way even power outages in Gotham can't recreate.
"How can I hide in paradise," Ivy says, "when humans are set on destroying it?"
Harley pirouettes, droplets flying like sparks.
She could get used to wading naked among tittering leaves, to living off the forest's offerings. (Even if the lack of conditioner gives her hair a straw-like feel.)
"There's just one thing: can we get cupcakes down here?"