A/N for this chapter: If you remember any scene from any of my Harley/Ivy fics- it will be this chapter- I shit a brick when I was writing it. LMAO!

Fruitful Endeavors

Chapter 9: Plants, Bats, and Automobiles…

By Semerket

Batman sped down the rural two lane highway on the way towards the city and ideally a hospital. Ivy and Harley were squished together in the large passenger seat of the Batmobile.

"Ooh!" Harley moaned as she rubbed her swollen belly. Her eyes were clamped shut as she tried to remain calm. "Hurry!"

Ivy glared at Batman. "Can't you go any faster?"

"Not safely."

"I'll bet I could drive better if you'd just-"

"This is my car and-"

"Aaaah!"

Batman and Ivy both flinched at the pained shout. "Stop the car! Stop! Stop!" Harley shrieked.

Batman glanced over, "But we-"

"No, it's a comin' now!"

Batman and Ivy exchanged worried looks. Ivy was pretty sure she heard caped crusader gulp. "Can't you… hold it in for fifteen minutes?"

Another pained shrieked was a response. Ivy yelled, "Pull over. Now!"

The dark knight reluctantly pulled his car onto the shoulder of the deserted road. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.

He retracted the top of the car and opened the doors on both sides of the modified vehicle. Then he went about lowering the seats as far back as they would go.

Ivy felt helpless. Suddenly those books she read and all that research she did seemed pointless. "What can I do?" Batman had never heard Poison Ivy sound that way. She was uncertain.

"Sit behind her to keep her sitting upright and try to keep her calm." Ivy nodded and she moved to the driver's seat where she helped the blond get out of her pants, then she turned Harley so that her legs were dangling out of the passenger side door. She put her arms around Harley's sides and leaned against her to give her leverage so that she could lean back comfortably and still remain in a somewhat upright position. It was awkward as hell, especially for Ivy as she could feel the steering column digging into her left side. Though the redhead supposed it could be worse; she could be the one in labor.

She swiped some hair out of Harley's face. "Take deep breaths, Harley." The blond nodded. She had a thick sheen of sweat forming on her forehead.

"Red?"

"Yes?"

"I'm scared." A few tears escaped from her eyes.

Ivy hugged her from behind and kissed her on the cheek. "Everything is going to be alright. I'm here. And so is the Ro- so is Batman. Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise." She tried to reassure the blond, but Ivy was as terrified as she was.

Ivy glanced over to see what the Bat was up too. She could see him accessing a hidden compartment on the side of his car. He had pulled out a kit of some sort- likely for first aid. Sure enough, she watched as he yanked off his thick black gauntlets and swapped them for a pair of latex gloves. Then he tied a medical mask around the lower portion of his face as he moved into position.

Holy shit, was Batman going to play midwife now? Under any other circumstances Ivy would laugh at the absurdity, but Harley Quinn was about to give birth in the Batmobile. This was no laughing matter!

Ivy winced as Harley wailed again. The pains were becoming more and more frequent now.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Harley screamed. "What the heck are ya doin' down there?" Harley's sense of modesty suddenly kicked in. It was a little weird having her crime-fighting nemesis kneeling between her legs in scrubs.

The ever serious reply came, "I'm going to have to help you deliver the baby." Ivy had to give the man credit for not completely losing his shit. This was a troubling situation for all parties involved. Ivy thought that perhaps she should swap positions with him, but Harley would probably respond better to Ivy holding her up than Batman. She couldn't imagine he'd be very good at coaching a pregnant woman.

Harley laughed, though she was still clearly in pain as the laughter swung back and forth between crying. "Is there anythin' you can't do, B-Man?"

"No." Was the grim reply. Harley laughed louder. She stopped abruptly to let out another scream. He continued through the screaming, "I think you might be… fully dilated."

"You think? You mean you don't know?" Ivy asked worriedly.

He snapped, "I'm a detective not an obstetrician!"

Harley started yelling again. "You! You did this ta me!" She took a swing at Batman.

He put his hands up, "Actually, I'm pretty sure I didn't."

Now that Batman had shifted slightly out of reach. The distressed woman shifted her attention to Ivy. She reached up and tugged on Ivy's red locks.

"Yow!" Ivy yelped.

"You sunzabitches! I hate you!" Harley cried irrationally. "You did this ta me! You did thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!" She kicked her leg out and managed to clobber the caped crusader squarely on the nose, and at the angle her leg was coming from, her toe managed to yank Batman's mask up and off of his face.

"Holy… Bruce Wayne is Batman?" Harley was feeling woozy from the pain, but were her eyes deceiving her?

Ivy's mouth hung open. Even with the medical mask on, he was still very recognizable. The caped crusader didn't even bother pulling his cowl back on. What a night he was having. He cleared his throat, "You're supposed to be breathing." He grumbled testily as he scowled at her. The moment was shattered as everyone was reminded of one very important thing: Harley was in labor.

"AAAAAAAAAh!" She screamed again, the revelation of Batman's identity would have to be filed away for later.

Ivy managed to grab her hand and hold it.

"Take deep breaths!" Bruce encouraged. "Not you, Ivy."

"Oh! Oh! Ohmagod! It's comin' out!"

"You have to push, Harley!" Ivy urged.

She did as recommended. Her face scrunched up in agony as she pushed with all her might. She stopped and whimpered between panting, "I can't, Red. Hurts… so much…" She felt like she might faint.

"You're almost there, Quinn."

Ivy stroked her head reassuringly, "You're almost there, love. Just keep pushing."

Harley took a deep breath and tried again.

"I can see the head." Batman actually sounded a little excited, 'excited' for him anyway. "One more good push."

"You hear that, Harl? One more. A big one, c'mon, I know you can do it." Ivy rocked against her in an attempt to soothe her. Harley leaned forward and pushed one more time before she fell back against Ivy, exhausted from her exertions. It was quiet for several seconds.

That's when she heard it for the first time. A small cry came from the direction of where Batman was kneeling outside the car.

A serious voice said with a hint of awe, "Congratulations, Quinn. It's a girl."

He handed the baby to Harley who eagerly reached out for her and pulled her against her chest instinctively. She was small, wrinkled, still sporting an umbilical cord, and a little slimy, but she was the most beautiful thing that Harleen Quinzel had ever laid eyes on. She fell in love instantly.

Harley's tears of pain were now tears of joy as she held the wailing infant. "Oh, look at her!" She beamed with renewed vigor, "Just look at her, Red. She's so gorgeous."

Ivy said softly, "She's lovely." Ivy's voice was trembling with emotion, "No, she's perfect. Just perfect, Harley..."

Ivy was still keeping Harley upright as she peered over the blond's shoulder at the tiny infant. There was no question about the child's parentage. She had a round face like Harley and she had her big, beautiful, blue eyes. But the soft, abnormally bright crimson curls she was sporting were undeniably Ivy's contribution. She could also make out faint traces of green around the infant's lips.

Harley shifted so that she could look Ivy in the eye. "You were right. She's your girl, Red." The blond smiled happily and they shared a kiss.

As Ivy sat there in the cramped two-seater with her side uncomfortably smashed up against the steering column while her nemesis watched over them in silent vigil, she realized that she had never felt happier at any point in her entire life.

There was a strange ripping sound that caught Ivy's attention. She noticed that Batman had torn his cape in half as he approached them. "It's chilly," Was the serious reply as he handed it to Harley. She also noticed that he had pulled his mask back on and his scrubs were off.

She nodded as she accepted the offering and wrapped the baby in it. Removing the rest of his cape he draped it over the blond's legs as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.

"We should name her in honor of B-man!" Harley declared happily.

Ivy stiffened. "I am not naming my daughter Batman!"

"Batsy?"

"No!" She glanced at Batman, who for his credit, was pretending that he wasn't hearing this conversation. "No offense."

He smirked. "None taken."

"Brucie?"

"No."

"Wayne?"

"No."

"Yea, I guess you're right, Red."

"Oh, I am."

"Robin?"

Batman and Ivy blurted in unison, "Hell no!"

They both stared at Batman, well apparently billionaire playboy Bruce Goodie-two-shoes Wayne. He shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

"Don't worry B-Man. Your secret is safe with us!" Harley chirped.

"Yes, Harley is right." Ivy continued, "I propose a truce… a permanent one."

Batman studied them, they seemed sincere. "Only if you're done with a life of crime."

Ivy rolled her eyes, "We have a child now. It's not like we can just go out on a crime spree all willy-nilly. Who will take her to school in the morning if we're in Arkham?"

Batman sighed and nodded. "Truce. But only if you stay out of trouble."

"Hey B-man, wanna be the godfather?" It all made so much sense now! It was common knowledge that Selina Kyle was dating Bruce Wayne, but it was rumored she had a thing for Batman too. But they were the same person, go figure! "Cause ya know, then Kitty can be the God mothah…"

"Um, Harley…" Ivy wanted to stop her before it became anymore awkward than it already was.

"But Red," Harley whispered, but it was more like a stage whisper, "He's rich and they could babysit…"

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Ivy, now utilizing her normal human complexion, happily filled out the birth certificate information as Harley rocked the sleeping infant. Harley and the baby had been cleaned up and she was wearing a comfy t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants as she rested comfortably in the hospital room.

Jasmine Poppy Isley

Harley had insisted on Poppy since she couldn't have Batman. "Mommy's little June bug."

There was a light tap on the door before a maternity nurse poked her head in. Content that everyone was decent, she came into the room. She smiled kindly, "And how is mom doing?"

Without looking up from the bundle in her arms, she replied, "Wore out."

"I'm here to take the little one for a checkup down the hall, if that's okay with mom?"

Harley nodded and handed the quiet little bundle to the nurse. As soon as the nurse left, Harley turned to regard Ivy.

"Wow!" She exclaimed, her normal bubbly enthusiasm was somewhat muted by her exhaustion. "We reproduced, Red."

Ivy just nodded and finished up with the form. Harley was less than impressed by her reaction. "Red!"

"Mhmm?" Ivy looked up at her.

Harley spoke slowly and enunciated every syllable, "We. Re-Pro-Duced."

"Yes?" Ivy was annoyingly nonchalant about everything.

"Red!" Harley rolled her eyes, her tone accusatory, "You impregnated me!"

Ivy was confused, "Is that a problem?" It didn't seem like a problem an hour ago.

"Yes- well, no! But aren't you curious how it happened? How did you- you know..." Harley was suspicious, "Waitaminute! Did you know you could-"

As the dawn of understanding sank into Pamela's brain, she interrupted Harley, "No! I assure you I was completely unaware." Ivy paused as she considered something, "To tell you the truth, Harl, I never considered having children. My plants are my children. It never occurred to me to consider my own fertility. And I've never had any indication that my…" Ivy blushed. "That my body might be capable of reproducing in a non-traditional fashion… I don't know Harl, I'll have to do some tests in the lab when I get home. We'll figure this out."

"Yea, cuz I don't wanna accidentally bump into ya and get pregnant or however you're doin' this."

"I assure you, I've bumped into a lot of people- usually by accident, often with malicious intent- none have ever become pregnant."

"You bumped into them with no clothes?"

"What? No. Of course not."

Harley chuckled, "Well at least we know the single most important variable."

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After depositing Harley and Ivy into the back of the ambulance, the Dark Knight had resumed his search for the Joker. That investigation had eventually led him to an abandoned car several blocks away from the medical center. Upon inspecting the interior, he found a considerable amount of blood, grass, something that appeared to be claw marks, and a combination of large paw prints and small paw prints leading away from the vehicle. What the hell was going on in this city?

As he considered the damage to this vehicle, he was reminded of his own. He activated his earpiece, hoping that Alfred would still be up.

"Master Bruce?"

"Alfred, I need you to place an express order for some new upholstery for the Batmobile. Quinn had her baby."

"I'm not following, Sir."

"In the car."

There was a span of silence as his words registered with his sleepy butler.

"I will place the order at once, sir."

"Thank you."

Pulling out a small tranquilizer gun, Batman followed the trail of prints, hoping that it would lead him to Joker as well.

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Joker peered at the medical center from an alley across the street. Confirming that the coast was clear, he made his way towards the hospital, muttering and laughing to himself.

Harley was his. The baby was his! He could just imagine the little tyke- with her little green pigtails and clown make up, running about in purple coveralls. He would teach her how to play terrible tricks on Harley. And then they would laugh maniacally together- there'd be so MUCH laughing! He could even train her to shoot at Batman. And Batman wouldn't hurt a child. He laughed maniacally for several minutes as the sadistic possibilities flitted through his head. His little angel would be infamous before she could talk!

Having found himself in an awkward position after Harley had escaped his clutches, Joker realized that there was only one thing to do at a time like this: put on a dress and impersonate a female nurse.

Entering the facility through a side entrance, Joker strolled down the halls, disguise in place. It was a terrible disguise, as he really just looked like a maniac in clown makeup wearing a nurse's costume, but technicalities like that were never going to stop the Joker from doing it anyway. He eventually made his way to the elevators and eventually to the maternity ward. Fortunately it was still the wee hours of the morning so visitors and even staff were few and far between.

He eventually came to a wall that was lined with windows. Beyond the glass was row after row of slumbering newborns, some with a pink blanket and others with a blue. He was looking for a female. He knew that much from idle gossip down at the lounge and leftover invitations to Harley's baby shower. Even that zombie freak had been invited! A zombie! Joker gritted his teeth at the affront. He eventually noticed an infant not far from the glass, one that looked a bit odd. Her tone was very pale with a slight green tinge to it.

That one had to be his. "Daddy's little…" His train of thought derailed when he noticed the abnormally bright red hair that, he had to admit, was an Ivy characteristic. He slammed his fist against the glass in fury, the noise startling the infant awake. She opened her bleary blue eyes. Harley. A luminescent flash of green was there before vanishing back into the bright blue orbs. Ivy. She looked at him and began crying.

"Oh, so that's how it is, huh, Pammy?" Joker was crazed- more than usual. This was the final insult. Ivy was going to pay. Harley was going to pay. They both were going to pay. The baby was going to pay! He-Man's fucking cat was going to pay! All would pay!

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When Harley woke up from her much needed slumber she was treated to the horrifying sight of the Joker, or no, it was a nurse dressed as the Joker, no, actually it was the Joker dressed as a nurse, holding her baby.

Before she could make a sound Joker said, "Scream and this little one gets it!"

She put her hands up, "Please Mistah J…"

"Where's Pammy?!"

Harley's eyes darted about the room, realizing that Red must have left to use the restroom or something, she felt a bit of momentary relief that at least Ivy wasn't also in danger.

"I don't know where she is."

He waved the gun wildly and she became more nervous as she reiterated, "I told you I don't know! I was asleep."

"Well, we'll have to go find her, won't we?!"

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Ivy was less than impressed with what the hospital's vending machines had to offer. She had considered going to another floor to see if they might have better options, but she preferred to stay as close to Harley as possible. After feeding it a dollar, which it dared to reject the first few times, she hit one of the large rectangular buttons.

*BumpAhDuuunk*

She was just about to reach into what was undoubtedly a filthy disease-infested machine to retrieve her bottled water when she heard Harley's panicked voice down the corridor. Ivy ducked into an empty nearby room so that she could try to get an idea of what was happening.

"No! Don't hurt my baby!"

Joker giggled maniacally as his pistol hovered near the wailing infant.

"And just where is Pammy? I wouldn't want her to miss this!" He glanced around gleefully. He knew she couldn't have gone far.

"I'll do whatever you want, just leave her alone! Please, she's innocent!"

Joker failed to see the vine creeping out of a nearby room, a bouquet of flowers gone terribly wrong. By the time he noticed it coming towards him, it was too late. The vine shot up with the speed of a serpent and wrapped itself around his wrist and squeezed. He cried out and the pistol clattered to the floor.

Ivy darted out of a nearby room and snatched the baby out of his arms. As Ivy ran in the direction of a terrified Harley, she kicked Joker's fallen pistol in the direction of the blond. Bending over, Harley snatched the pistol up from the floor and trained it in the direction of her Ex.

Gone was the terrified new mother and now in her place was Harley Quinn. Ivy came to stand just behind Harley, "You know he will hound us for the rest of his days."

Harley scarcely spared her a glance as she spoke with cold conviction, "No. He won't."

"If it's easier I can…"

Her tone was ice. "I got this, Red."

Ivy nodded in understanding and took Jasmine further down the hall to someplace safe.

Joker was laughing- cackling really. He looked ridiculous in his nurse uniform. "Tsk tsk, Harley. As if you would ever have the nerve to pull that trigger."

Ivy's plant released its hold on him. He staggered back several steps until his back was against a window. Harley started laughing, which in turn made him laugh. Then there was a loud noise. He looked down. There was blood forming on his chest from where he had apparently been shot. She actually had the nerve to shoot him. He laughed more at the irony.

She was laughing too and fired several more times. He writhed like a ragdoll as she pumped him full of lead, spinning once and nearly toppling over before righting himself. He giggled and had a look of mock surprise as he could hear the clicking of the empty barrel. Harley's look of triumph was now a look of surprise- she had damn near emptied the whole barrel into him and yet he was still standing. Harley's plan had not extended beyond 'shoot the Joker'.

"Oh ho ho ho! Looks like you're out of bullets, Harley-Girl!" His smile morphed into a sinister scowl. "Now it's my turn."

"Actually, it's mine." Harley turned as Ivy came up beside her, she noticed that she was wielding the pistol that Two-Face had given her at the baby shower.

Joker's beady little eyes fixed on the green woman whose countenance could only be described as cocky. Red was never known to have a pokerface- not in these situations. For the first time in a long time, Harley saw a flash of genuine fear in Joker's eyes. It was quickly replaced with his usual sinister joy.

"Oh, Pammy!" His voice was wet and harsh, as the bullets he was riddled with were likely burning through him. He choked out and took an awkward step forward. "So nice of you to join our little party." A bit of oddly colored blood dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin. "Now where were we, Harley?"

Harley deadpanned, "You were just leaving."

Ivy smirked, then pulled the trigger. Ivy didn't know much about guns, other than the fact that she'd stared down the barrel of her share of them throughout her criminal career. However, she did know enough to recognize that the gun she held was much newer and more likely to be in the hands of law enforcement than that modified old clunker that Harley had picked up from Joker. Or in other words: her gun had a kick.

Enough of a kick to send that clown back against the window. A second shot to his torso was enough to send him out of it. The impact sending him flying out of the fourth story window of the hospital, tumbling through the glass he laughed all the way down until impacting an ambulance parked below, crashing through the roof of it, the impact killing him instantly.

Batman had pulled his car in the parking lot just in time to witness a nurse (or was it a clown?) flying out of the window. Pushing past the buzz of medical staff, EMTs, and distressed onlookers, he noticed that no one was resuscitating the nurse. It was easy to see why- Joker's eyes were open and his neck was at an odd angle. He was clearly dead.

A part of Batman felt guilty for failing to intervene. Another part of him felt as though a weight had been lifted. One less maniac to worry about terrorizing the citizens of Gotham. Regardless, he knew that people all over Gotham, on all parts of the moral spectrum, would sleep a little better after they heard the news.

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Several days later…

"Home sweet home!" Harley chuckled as they crossed the threshold into the house she shared with Ivy. Ivy was carrying Jasmine, and Harley was carrying a bag that she put down not far from the door.

"I'm going to take her upstairs." Ivy said quietly so as not to wake the baby.

"Whoa what's this?" Harley said aloud as she noticed a note on their living room coffee table.

Ivy was halfway up the stairs when she hissed, "Has someone been in here?"

Harley held the note up and read it aloud, "I believe I found something that belongs to you."

Ivy was bracing herself for impact. Could the clown have a post-mortem Plan B waiting for them? Harley could tell what Ivy's line of thought was, "Don't worry, Red. It's got B-Man's logo on it." Ivy immediately relaxed, though that in itself was not the reaction she was used to having after receiving a note from the Rodent.

As if on cue, a small green cat leapt onto the coffee table and looked up expectantly at Harley.

Meow.

"My precious!" Harley reached out and grabbed the feline and snuggled him enthusiastically. "Who is my precious? Who is it? Who is my little heeeerooo?"

Meow!

She held him up and out in front of her and kissed him repeatedly on the head and face, "Yes, you are! Yes, you are!" He started purring immediately, though he was rather confused by Harley's excitement, but he wasn't about to complain about the attention he was getting.

After depositing the slumbering infant in the bedroom, Ivy went back downstairs and made her way into the kitchen where Harley was just putting down Sprout's water dish.

Ivy addressed the feline as though he had full comprehension of the English language. Perhaps he did. "Harley tells me that you thrashed the Joker. I don't say this often, but I am very proud of you."

Meow?

"I'm going to give you some of that premium plant food- the kind I reserve for my flytraps."

Meow!

"Aw, he'll love that, Red."

"How do you think he'll will react to the baby?"

Ivy shrugged, "The same way he reacts to everything. He'll probably stare at her for a few minutes and then go fall asleep under the recliner."

Harley suddenly leaned in and kissed her, moving her arms around Ivy's waist she pulled her in closer.

It had been quite some time since they were last intimate what with Harley's pregnancy. Ivy couldn't help it as her body woke up under Harley's touch. Moaning, she melted into the kiss and Harley held her tighter.

Sprout sat on the floor patiently observing their behavior and wondering if he was ever getting the plant food or not.

Harley pulled back slightly from the redhead and chuckled. "Whoa there, miss Sugah lips!"

Ivy's eyes widened in shock for a moment, then suddenly, she pushed away from Harley, snatched an empty mug off the dishrack, and spat into it.

Harley's mouth was agape, there was a pout in her tone "Yikes. That makes me feel real good, Red."

"This isn't personal, Harl!" Ivy was obviously excited about something. "And it is a literal taste?"

"Yea, you're real sweet ta me, Red."

Ivy rolled her eyes, "I mean is it actually sweet to you- I'm talking science here!"

Harley rolled her eyes in response, "Yea, it tastes sweet like Kool-Aid." The blond crossed her arms, "I don't know how many times I've told you this and it's like it never sinks into your brain!" Harley could tell that her lover's mind was going a mile a minute as she stewed over something. Then without a word or even an acknowledgment that she was even listening, she bolted into her basement laboratory, leaving a confused Harley and an equally confused cat.

She shared a knowing look with Sprout. "I just don't understand that woman sometimes."

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When Ivy finally emerged from her lab it was some time in the afternoon. Unable to find Harley on the first level, she made her way upstairs. She eventually found the energetic blond in the baby's room. Harley was leaning over the crib when Ivy poked her head in.

"Harl…"

Harley turned and quickly put her finger up to her mouth. Then she tiptoed out of the room and cracked the door. Harley studied her lover. She seemed bashful and anxious, traits she rarely attributed to the plant woman.

"I think I figured out how I…" Ivy cleared her throat, "Um… pollinated you."

"Oh?"

"The um… The sweet taste. That's… uh… how I… yea."

Harley was incredulous, "So you're saying you kissed me and that's what got me pregnant? Shut up!"

"Not on the mouth." Ivy blushed furiously and cleared her throat and gestured awkwardly, "More like from…"

"Oh." Harley blushed too as the she was hit with the dawn of understanding, "Ooooooh!"

Ivy sighed, "Apparently I produce a pollen. I've hypothesized that the sweet taste you notice is some form of nectar. I can't taste it at all."

"I see."

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"Hurry, it's starting!" Harley bounced on the couch with the enthusiasm of a four year old.

Ivy rolled her eyes as she emptied a bag of microwave popcorn into a large bowl. "Yes, yes, I'm hurrying, Harl."

"Any second now, Red!"

"Coming!" Ivy rushed into the living room, bowl of popcorn in hand. She handed it to an eager Harley as she sat down beside her on the couch.

'60 Minutes presents: Agent of Chaos.'

"Aw man! They always pick my worst pictures!"

"Sssh!"

"I wonder if B-Man is gonna get all the credit."

Scott Pelley's professional voice filled the room: "What kind of man was the Joker? The kind of man whose death sent the stock market soaring to new heights..."

"After this we can put on the Wizard of Oz!"

"Harley, we watched that yesterday and the day before…"

"Yea, I know! Isn't it great? We can watch it again!"

Ivy chuckled and rested her head on Harley's shoulder as they watched TV. "Only with you, Harl, only with you."

The End

A/N: Well it's been a long journey- a long slow ass updating journey. Thank you for reading this I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed working on it. Ivy is a lot of fun. There is the possibility that I might put a sequel up to this at some point, but I'm not sure if I'll post it. I have a lot of content that is post Fruitful Endeavors, but not a linear story so I might post it in an open-ended multi-chapter at some point or I might post it randomly as one-shots. If you would be interested in something like that let me know. Otherwise this is the 'official' end of this series.

Take care!