17068/I bring you to the best places!

I bring you to the best places!
Date of Scene:	01 February 2024
Location:	Gotham Cemetery
Synopsis:	Harley pretends to be in dire trouble to get her friend Pamela to leave home for once. They capture Tombstone and Harley makes Ivy a proposal she can't refuse.
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley

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Harley Quinn has posed:
Why did Harley take this bounty? At a cemetery of all places! At night! During Winter! In Gotham! Really, she was freezing all over and she was making sure that OTHER people knew about her woes by way of message.

> Who knew graveyards were so cold, eh?
> Freezin my ass off
>
> Oh, hey, look at these cool chrysanthemums! I am bringing some for your garden.

It's followed by photos of a few chrysanthemum flowers in, you guessed it, a cemetery! What the heck is Harley doing there?

More photos come. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

But the last one ..., it shows a pair of booted feet. Then another with blurred movement.

And finally silence.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Who knew that graveyards were so cold?

Pamela did, that's who. It was Pam's phone that Harley was blowing up. The first message was regarded and chuckled at...then the picture of the chrysanthemums is regarded. Oh, those were some rather lovely flowers...Harley was certainly right to think to bring them over.

> Why are you in a graveyard?

The message is fired off after the first pic. But, apparently, Harley is taking up amateur photography as more and more pictures come in.

"Oh Harls, really...calm down on the pics"

Ivy speaks out loud, seemingly to herself as more and more of the pics come in. Until...the last two come in. Booted feet. Then the blurry picture.

Then nothing.

Pamela doesn't need to be a world class detective or sport bat-themed paraphernalia to know that something just happened and Harley might be in danger. And...even though Harley is more than capable of handling herself, there is still that worry. That concern for her friend that prompts Ivy into action.

And action is...grabbing a coat and leaving for the one graveyard Pammy knows...The Gotham Cemetery. "Damn it, Harls...you better be okay when I get over there."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Narrator: Turns out ..., Harls wasn't okay.

Or at least not as okay as she could had been if she had been allowed to continue taking her cool pictures to send to her bestie. Maybe she would make a bouquet to bring when she had been interrupted by none other than the target of her bounty along with his cronies. Maybe she should had cared more about her surroundings instead of going sightseeing! Alas...

Arrival at the cemetery tells of the cold felt. Even for Gotham it's *cold* which may be a touch unusual perhaps. The gates are open, creaking in the sharp wind that's felt whistling by. Other than that? An ominous silent that's cut through by a scream and .... a giggle?

What the heck has Quinn got herself into this time?

Pamela Isley has posed:
A scream...and a giggle. Well...that could be Harley. Either part. Or both. Harley is unpredictable in that regard.

Another thing that is unpredictable is the fact that a slightly worried and rather perturbed Poison Ivy is prowling the graveyard. It is cold, which makes Pamela cranky. And Harley is in trouble, which makes Pamela even more cranky. And the fact that Pam doesn't people (with few exceptions) well? Whoever is the cause of Harley's particular situation now is probably going to be in for a rather rude awakening.

But first, to find out where Harley even is. She would have to pick the biggest damn graveyard in Gotham, of course. In the middle of the night in the dead of winter, no less.

Off Ivy trudges, towards the sound of the scream. The wind whips her red hair behind her as she clutches the winter coat tighter around her.

"This better not be a surprise party or something..."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Another giggle pierces through the cold wind of the graveyard. A Harley-giggle. A Harggle? Still, that's the clownette. Is she fooling around at a cemetery of all places?

"Hey, hey. Not so tight. I am ticklish.." Yep, Harley. That mixture of Gotham dash Brooklyn accent very noticeable. "Listen, I am tellin' ya, bettah let me go befouh she arrives." a warning to her tone.

A laugh is the response to Harley's words, a grave voice heard, "Quinn, we all know you have no more allies in Gotham after you went legit. And what's this .., a bounty contract? I am worth ..., this little?" That's Tombstone, small time villain in Gotham that could be a lot stronger if only he was smart enough to put his cold powers to use, "Well, there's still a bounty on YOUR head, Quinn. So maybe I will just bring it over and collect."

A chortle is followed, along with a few laughs from other people. Tombstone isn't alone.

And they all seem to close by near the mausoleums.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Oh....how cute. Finding a Tombstone in a graveyard. Harley's a genius. Either that, or Tombstone isn't the sharpest knife in the block. The obvious collations aside...it would be the first place to look for someone that shares their name with granite grave markers.

Still, it isn't hard for Pam to track down the voices. Oh...close to the mausoleums. That's handy. Some of those crypts have been around for ages. And...while whatever natural ivy would be dead normally due to the cold weather, the fact that mausoleums usually carry rich relatives means that there are always some sort of living plant life present. Those rich relatives have descendants always trying to get in the good graces of the family...so flowers are a thing. Even as Ivy steps up, she sees that the crew that has Harley didn't go too far.

After all, those chrysanthemums are awfully close by, just next to one of the mausoleums. Definitely a fresh arrival.

And that gives Ivy an idea. Just as long as she can get close enough without being seen.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Peeking over Pam can notice what's going on. Harley is currently sitting on the ground, back against a large tombstone and tied up. She seems oddly relaxed, even with them threatening to cut off her head. It makes her giggle. "Only the Queen can cut heads off. Trust me, I was one." she really was. But that's not a tale for now! For right now there's clear danger for Harley to lose it. Metaphorically and literally. Although most will say that she already lost it metaphorically.

"Ok ok, how about this. I tell her ya guys treated me right and she won't be too mean. How about that...?" Who is she talking about? Does she know Ivy is on the way?

Tombstone, who now is in full vision, laughs. "Nah, think we just bring ya to Quellazaire." which makes Harley roll her eyes, "Not that bitch again..."

And that's when Ivy is creeping in. Sneaky sneaky. All until her foot hits a slab which was, unfortunately, rather loose. It falls to the side with a loud *CRASH*. The goons look over. "Boss, there's someone over there!" they start drawing out weapons. Knives mostly.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Quellazaire? That bitch?

The name, of course, is recognizable to Ivy. It's that same woman that got all bent out of shape when Pammy decided to teach the construction crew a lesson and reclaimed a prime piece of real estate for nature. But...it was their fault, really.

However, the name does cause a momentary distraction. And really, the workmanship on that gravestone?! Shoddy! Someone really ought to complain about that!

But, for right now, Ivy really ought to pay more attention to her surroundings.

"Shit. Well...there goes the surprise." That dark murmur is unmistakingly Ivy. Of course, the moment her cover is blown, Ivy reaches out to the flower display at the mausoleum. "Little help, if you please?" In response, the greenery starts to shudder, before sprouting forth in a fury of leaves and petals in an attempt to take out a couple goons close by.

Harley Quinn has posed:
The trenchcoat makes it so the goons are pretty confident that they can handle the dame that just popped up. Maybe they think it's someone lost. Again, Tombstone doesn't hire the best of help either. Poor guy. The tall villain turns to face Ivy, his face ashen like a ..., tombstone..., hitting a fist to palm.

"You know what to do, boys. Get her!"

Two of the goons that had just stepped forward to grab Ivy are caught by the flowers that shoot out on the unsuspecting bad guys, a yelp as they are swallowed by the greenery.

The two goons that remain, along with Tombstone, seem to recognize Ivy's handiwork though. Not many people in Gotham with that kind of flower power! "Oh shit boss, it's Poison Ivy! What's she doing here?!"

"I don't care! Time to see if her flowers can handle my frost though.." And soon enough his hands glow as a frigid wind claims the graveyard, temperatures dropping quite fast.

As for Harley? She is smiling broadly from her sitting position, jumping up and down a little as the ropes struggle to keep her still. All that super strength seems to be working in her favor! Why didn't she just get herself free earlier? "Paaammmmyyyyy! There you are. Thought you'd like the excitement!"

Pamela Isley has posed:
Oh...cold. That's no good. As the temperatures drop, the instant jungle that took out two of Tombstone's thugs starts to freeze. Yet, it keeps the goon squad within all tight and cold, as well. But, as for Pam? No, she doesn't like the cold at all. After all, she lives in a greenhouse for a reason!

"R...r...really, Harley" stutters Pam. "Y..y...you could have just called. Like a n..n..normal person." Oh, yeah, she is not feeling the coldness. And, with it being the middle of the night, not too great with without the sun. Still...Poison Ivy is in the house. Or, rather, graveyard.

And with the look she levels Tombstone, it would appear that Ivy is set on taking her frustrations out on him.

But first...what to do? Her surprise plant attack is frosting over. And the wind isn't helping matters at all. But...maybe...maybe the wind can help after all.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Tombstone grins as Ivy displays her displeasure at the cold, "I have always wanted a frozen garden." admittedly, corny comeback line. But do you expect more of someone calling himself Tombstone?

The man laughs and gestures, "Go on. Take her out." The remaining goons look a bit skeptic about going against POISON IVY but eventually do get a bit of their confidence up when they notice how the plants have frozen over. Good thing they brought their heavy coats and gloves. Knives come out as they advance, determined to trim down some of Ivy's leaves!

"Two in one. Maybe she will pay us more for this." Tombstone says, concentrating on keeping the cold going.

Harley is all smiles even if she does comment, "Gettin' a bit nippy.." her teeth chattering, "M..m...maybe we can go f..foh a hot chocolate aftah?" and that's when she bursts out of the ropes and springs up to her feet, blue eyes blazing devilishly.

It distracts Tombstone enough that the temperature doesn't continue dropping, he looking over at the Clownette. "How did you get out of those?!"

Pamela Isley has posed:
Ah....way to go Harley Quinn!

The distraction is just the thing Pam needs. With it being too cold for plants, mostly...and the wind blowing in just the right direction, Pamela falls back on a tactic she hasn't used in a long time. Despite it being cold, Pam pulls her hands free from the coat sleeves she is wearing, the palms facing outward. "Come on, boys. We don't have to fight when there are so many other things we could be doing." That voice, while still a little rough due to the cold, has certainly gained a sort of sultriness to it. And, even as she speaks, Ivy holds her hands out, as if waiting for someone to handcuff her. "Really...you don't want to take me to your boss. Not when you can take me where ever you want." With the darkness and the swirling wind, is it even possible to see if there is a sort of dust thrown into the air by the wind? The same dust that carries itself over to the two goons trying to capture Ivy. If there was time to examine...it would look almost like pollen, a dark purple rather than yellow.

And, if Harley is paying attention, she would know exactly what Ivy is doing. Ivy is trying to work her own particular brand of magic on the two stooges. Magic derived of plant pheromones and science. And...if it should work, it should not take Pam long at all to bring her two would-be captors under her control.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I...It-It's all in the re-re-reflexes, baby." Admittedly the comeback line from Ivy to Tombstone would had been better if she wasn't freezing cold and stuttering out her words through chattering teeth. Doesn't help that she is dressed in a tight white t-shirt either which doesn't help keeping her warm.

Tombstone is getting angry at the clownette's antics though, focusing some of his powers on her now, "Fine. Unicorn icing it is." was that a jab at her colorful hair? Harley's eyes go wide but she can't do much as she literally starting to freeze over. "M..., might need some help ovah yah!"

The two goons moving towards Ivy seem to be getting more confident when Ivy appears to give up(?), smirking between themselves, "Don't worry, it will be fun and---" it's when the pheromones hit and the smugness turns into adoration. "Ah, yes. We can take you somewhere else. Where do you want to go?" the other thug then suggesting, "How about a Batcafe? I know one close by.." they both lower their knives.

Pamela Isley has posed:
"A Batcafe sounds delightful..." Pamela manages to not have her teeth chatter as she speaks, the hands lowering slowly. Yet, the seductive smile remains as she slides in just a little closer to the pair, making absolutely sure she has them under her sway before moving onwards. "There is just one problem...there are two of you...but only one of me."

"But...I know how we can fix that." With a nod towards Harley's direction, Ivy coos softly. "We can take my friend there. That way it can be a couple's outing. We just have to take care of that nasty old boss of yours there." Yes, Pamela means Tombstone...and yes, she is playing a bit to the pair of thugs. "He would never let us go. Not unless you help me take care of him. Then we be free to go where ever you like."

Is Ivy trying to talk the pair into subduing their own leader? Of course she is. 4 on 1 is better odds than 3 on 2.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Those pheromone powers can do terrible things to those with low willpower. Like those thugs. They seem to drink on Pam's every word and soon enough are eyeing Tombstone with the kind of murderous intent of lovers willing to do *everything* for their beloved. "So a couples thing. Mmmm. But I want to be the one with you." "No, I want to!" says the other. They frown at one another, perhaps they will have to solve this with knives but they have an objective first. Take out Tombstone. So they start moving in his direction, getting into a run before tackling him over.

It's a good thing that Tombstone wasn't paying attention because he gets the full brunt of the attack. "What are you doing you idiots?!" he doesn't seem aware of Ivy's pheromone powers, looking over and struggling on the ground with the duo.

"Oooh, y-you are such a m..., minx. Makin' them eat right outta yoh hand!" Harley grins over at Ivy and runs towards the mess of struggling bodies on the ground.

"ELBOW DROP!"

Yes, of course she announces her move before actually dropping her elbow down atop Tombstone. And with her strength behind it? That's gotta hurt! Tombstone goes unconscious with the blow to the head.

Pamela Isley has posed:
There might be a rolling of the eyes as the two fight over Ivy. That was expected, alas. As was the fact that the two of them tackled Tombstone....which helps in the whole warming aspect, as the attack broke the concentration and saved Harley from becoming a rainbow popsicle.

"D...d...doing what I can, Harls." Pamela stands off to the side as she watches the clown princess perform her best Macho Man impersonation and drops a flying elbow right on top of Tombstone's head. It even elicits a wince of sympathy. Because yes....that had to hurt.

Which leaves only the two enthralled goons left. And as for who is with Ivy? She seems to have a solution for that. "Tell you what, boys. Whichever one manages to pick up your boss and carries him over to wherever my chromatic friend Harley has stashed her vehicle can be with me. And if you both come with us while we take Tombstone in for the bounty, then you both can be with me. A girl's gotta have some spending money, you know."

Of course, if the two henchmen come with, the girls can just turn them in, too. But Ivy's betting that they are not necessarily thinking that far ahead.

Harley Quinn has posed:
After the elbow drop Harley gets up to her feet immediately, showing her 'guns' by flexing with a grin at Ivy, hip thrusted to the side. Not that impressive where it comes to bicep muscle but it's all about that hidden strength! Maybe she's just a great core trainer. Or maybe she has a little bit of Ivy juice fueling up her strength. One of those two!

"Damn, that felt good." she says even if her teeth still chatters a little. The temperature is starting to go back to normal though even if it's still a cemetery and so it's not that great a temperature regardless. Which means Harley starts making her way over to Ivy.

"Thanks foh the rescue! I knew you wouldn't let me down." She wraps her arms around Ivy in a biiiiiiggg hug. It's warming too! "Sorta had ta drag you out of the house some. Besides..." and she leans closer to Ivy's ear to whisper. "Great bounty on these guys, we gonna be loaded..."

The two guys don't seem that happy that Harley is hugging it out with Ivy but they do what Ivy tells them to, picking Tombstone up and....

"Ovah at the entrance to the cemetery boys! You can't miss the Dodge Charger there!" wait, what happened to the yellow jaguar she had?

Pamela Isley has posed:
There is definitely a bit of relaxing happening with that hug. Plant mutant likes warm temperatures, that is for sure. And there might just be a slight giggle at the whisper in Pam's ear. Still, there is just a little of reprimanding tone when Ivy speaks. "You should have asked me to go with you. Then you wouldn't have needed the rescue." Well...maybe. Maybe not. But at least the text messages wouldn't be so many.

Then Ivy turns to the boys, flashing that sultry smile at them both. "If you two would be dears and head to the Charger." Wait. Ivy turns to Harley. "Charger? I thought you had a Jaguar?" Still...need to take the bounty in. "Charger it is. Then, when we are done, I will be certain to thank you both personally."

What does Pam mean by that? The two thugs can take their own meaning, since Pamela has every intention on thanking them...by turning them in.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"It blew up in the desert. It's a long story! But I got this sweet Charger now. And it's bulletproof too, among a few other things." Harley then giving Ivy the kind of wink that's telling. It's very dangerous things! Clearly it will be quite the ride back home. Or wherever they go next.

She eases the hug a little bit, now only with her arm wrapped around Ivy's shoulder, turning to look at the two thugs dragging the unconscious Tombstone ahead of them, a bit in the distance now, "Aaahhh, what a great outing. Just like the ol' days!" she starts walking with Ivy back to the entrance.

"Aaannyyywayyyssss...." She adds with that kind of tone that something big is coming, "Was thinkin' you should officially join the Bounty Babes." what? "It's this group I got going with Jinx. We catch the bad guys and we make a show of it. Like reality show. We have been gettin' a lot of moolah. And you, darling, got the kind of star potential that we are lookin' foh."

"Also, we need to kick the ass out of that Quellazaire once and for all."

Pamela Isley has posed:
"In the desert?" Gotham is not know for its desert climate, so it had to be a long story. "Nevermind. I don't want to know." At least, not about the Jaguar. But the Charger with bulletproof armor and dangerous other things? That could be intriguing.

"The old days? You mean when we would be the ones the bounty hunters were going after?" Because yes, Ivy hasn't forgotten those days. It is partly the reason she has been out of the public eye for a bit. She has no interest in going to Arkham. "I will admit. I don't mind being on the other side of the law equation. Certainly less likely for a Bat visitation." Not that Ivy has anything against bats. Just...past experiences again were not the best.

And...speaking of experiences. "Bounty Babes? Really?" There is almost a laugh there...but there is certainly a shaking of the head. "That's funny. A show...like what, a web series or something?" Not that Pammy is browsing much as it is...but it might be something interesting. "And with Jinx. That...may be interesting." Ivy didn't say yes...but she certainly didn't say no, either. And Harley knows that it means that there's an opportunity there.

Because if there is one thing Ivy is good at, it is saying 'no'. Except to maybe her best friend.

"Yes. That bitch Quellazaire really needs to go down."

Sounds like a resounding 'Yes', there. Pamela is in.