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I take back everything I said about men having no uses. Nigma had quite a few. Hopefully plenty more where that came from. The way I look at it, Eddie's probably one of the few Rogues I can stand let alone sleep with.

Antidote or no antidote, he'll be back for more.

I admit it occurs to me that I should double-cross him but I'll wait to see how this progresses. He might be more useful to me if he's content. Men are easy to please.

I don't do guilt though I will be making a point not to tell the Flash about this.

Shiva's been a gracious host so far. She better be careful or I might never leave.

Hm. It's at times like this when I'm making bonsais that I yearn for girl-talk. I do have a cell phone though. Let's see if Harley's home.

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The phone rings.

"You have reached the office of Dr. Quinzel. May I help you?"

"Yes. This is Pamela Isley. Is Dr. Quinzel available?"

There is the sound of papers being ruffled. "Are you a patient?"

"I'm her cousin."

The mun kicks LJ for not sending comment through.

There is a silence, then, "Pammy!"

Ivy is relieved. Not that anyone could tell who didn't know her very well.

"Heya, Harl. What's with the secretary?"

"Need to do something, ya know, what with me an' Puddin' still being splits an' all."

"The freaky clown's still giving you grief, huh? Poor girl."

"S'lonely without him, Pammy. M'used to Mistah Jay."

"We should get together. Maybe I can find you someone new."

She considers. "Nigma's not half-bad once you get to know him."

"...Riddler?"

She chuckles. "He's actually very good company."

"Red, tell me you didn't."

Ivy examines her nails. Hm. A bubble bath would be nice later. She loves Robinson Park but indoor plumbing is nice.

"Fine then. I won't tell you."

"..."

"Oh, Harley, come on. Eddie's nice. Besides, the Flash hasn't been around. I was bored."

Sulkily, "You could've come an' found ME. Didn't need the stupid Riddler."

Ivy sighs slightly. "I know. I almost got sent to Arkham and I've been staying at a different address. Then I saw him at the bar and Selina was there."

She pouts. "She was talking to him. It annoyed me."

"So you slept with him?!" It's funny, how she almost sounds sane.

And unhappy.

Not jealous, though. Nope, not at all.

Uh oh.

"On a more positive note, I have an antidote to...well, myself. That's good news, isn't it?"

"You are changing the subject, Red."

When Harley wants to, she can be. Almost normal.

"The subject's upsetting you, Harl."

"I am not upset. Do I sound upset, Pam? I'm not upset at all. I am so not anywhere near upset." And oo, that sound in the background? That's not a crash, nope.

Patiently. "Uh huh. Sure. Harley? Did you just break something?"

"...Maybe?"

"Harley...I can't believe I have to say this...You understand that in the relative grand scheme of things, men mean very little to me, right?"

Sulkily, "Right."

"So what's the problem if I sleep with a few here and there?"

"Problem? Who has a problem? I don't have a problem."

"Gee, let me think..."

Beat.

"You."

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