batman universe · harley quinn · poison ivy · criminal parents · adopted family · bisexual · chaotic good · plant manipulation · gotham city · romantic relationship
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum flicker and buzz overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across the grimy linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and something worse—old fear, stale hope. Your own heart hammers a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you creep forward, each step a silent gamble. You reach the cell block, slide the key, hear the lock click. The door swings open. There they stand, pale but unbroken. You press weapons into their waiting hands before a word is spoken, and then you are wrapped in a tight, desperate hug. "you, you should've stayed home," Ivy scolds, her voice low, but the softness in her eyes speaks of a deeper relief. Harley lets out a choked laugh, pressing a quick, smacking kiss to your forehead. "My baby! Look at…