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anythingdrabbleTitle: Cycles
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairings: Ivy/Harley, Joker/Harley
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Ivy's caught.
She never thought a relationship could be healthy. Her parents certainly didn't set a good example, nor did her grandparents. She's never had a boyfriend who's treated her well; Hell, she's never known a man, or a woman, who's actually, freely treated her kindly at all -- until Harley. Harley at least smiles and laughs at her jokes. Her touch is always tender.
But she always runs back to him, the voice in the back of Ivy's head whispers fervently. She always returns to the man who beats her senseless, who damaged her wonderful brain, Ivy fears, beyond repair. She's seen videos of Harley's time before she met the Joker. She knows she was brilliant. That was the very reason why the Gotham PD called her in to his case. They'd hoped she'd be able to figure out how to stop him once and for all, never dreaming that he would charm his way past all her defenses -- which must have been credible, Ivy knows, for her to have been able to effectively climb as high as she had with her learning and degrees despite growing up in the Bronx and having a body for which most men would have killed -- themselves, each other, or her to possess for only a matter of seconds.
Harley's a Hell of a woman, but is she kind? Is she truly kind to her? Ivy wonders, tilting her head as she watches Harls sleep. Can she truly consider a woman who consistently runs back to her abusive ex-boyfriend healthy for her? She's only an ends to a means, Ivy knows. Harley runs to her whenever she has nowhere else to go. She mends her back to health -- at least, physical health -- whenever the Joker's taken too much from her. She does every time without fail, but also every time without fail, Harley runs back to the man who broke her.
Why?! Ivy truly wishes she could understand Harley's reasoning, and not just so that she could break the pattern. She does want to break the pattern of abuse, but she will never force her to be with her. She will never force her to do anything against her will, no matter how good it would be for her.
Ivy feels her vines wrap tenderly around her and her biggest Venus fly trap lay his head on her shoulder. She scratches the top of his head until his leaves clap together in joy. "I'm all right, Harvey," she whispers to him. "I'm all right. Promise."
But she won't be. She won't be when Harley goes back to him. She won't be when she's left alone with only her plants again. After all her careful years of intricate defenses, is this what she's become? Not only second burner to a madman but trapped in her own cycle of a vicious, abusive relationship from whence she cannot break?
Yet all her doubts silence when Harls cries her name, and she goes running to her again.
The End
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairings: Ivy/Harley, Joker/Harley
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Ivy's caught.
She never thought a relationship could be healthy. Her parents certainly didn't set a good example, nor did her grandparents. She's never had a boyfriend who's treated her well; Hell, she's never known a man, or a woman, who's actually, freely treated her kindly at all -- until Harley. Harley at least smiles and laughs at her jokes. Her touch is always tender.
But she always runs back to him, the voice in the back of Ivy's head whispers fervently. She always returns to the man who beats her senseless, who damaged her wonderful brain, Ivy fears, beyond repair. She's seen videos of Harley's time before she met the Joker. She knows she was brilliant. That was the very reason why the Gotham PD called her in to his case. They'd hoped she'd be able to figure out how to stop him once and for all, never dreaming that he would charm his way past all her defenses -- which must have been credible, Ivy knows, for her to have been able to effectively climb as high as she had with her learning and degrees despite growing up in the Bronx and having a body for which most men would have killed -- themselves, each other, or her to possess for only a matter of seconds.
Harley's a Hell of a woman, but is she kind? Is she truly kind to her? Ivy wonders, tilting her head as she watches Harls sleep. Can she truly consider a woman who consistently runs back to her abusive ex-boyfriend healthy for her? She's only an ends to a means, Ivy knows. Harley runs to her whenever she has nowhere else to go. She mends her back to health -- at least, physical health -- whenever the Joker's taken too much from her. She does every time without fail, but also every time without fail, Harley runs back to the man who broke her.
Why?! Ivy truly wishes she could understand Harley's reasoning, and not just so that she could break the pattern. She does want to break the pattern of abuse, but she will never force her to be with her. She will never force her to do anything against her will, no matter how good it would be for her.
Ivy feels her vines wrap tenderly around her and her biggest Venus fly trap lay his head on her shoulder. She scratches the top of his head until his leaves clap together in joy. "I'm all right, Harvey," she whispers to him. "I'm all right. Promise."
But she won't be. She won't be when Harley goes back to him. She won't be when she's left alone with only her plants again. After all her careful years of intricate defenses, is this what she's become? Not only second burner to a madman but trapped in her own cycle of a vicious, abusive relationship from whence she cannot break?
Yet all her doubts silence when Harls cries her name, and she goes running to her again.
The End
