The Fool, The Florist and The Facade

Years ago, Pamela Isley saved a young boy from an experimental facility. Since then, Poison Ivy is a ghost of the past. Only single mom and florist Pamela remains. And Harley Quinn, the clown princess of crime, with bad makeup and even bad-er attitude was the kind of creature Pamela hoped to avoid. It did not help that the woman who takes a sledgehammer to swat a fly has taken an active interest in her. Then entered Dr. Harleen Quinzel, always with a glacial calmness behind her rimmed spectacles and a smile meant only for her. Dr. Quinzel was the kind of woman Pamela would have wanted to have a family with. Too bad, she is her son's mandated therapist. A date would be crossing boundaries, right? Now Pamela is caught between two extreme women. One who pursues her and the other she wants to pursue. And they are two different women. Definitely. Or so thinks Pamela. ------- “You,” Pamela growled, “are a menace.” “Aww, Red!” Harley kicked her feet like an overexcited child. “Ya say the sweetest things.” Pamela didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, she went back and returned with a pesticide spray and a bucket of water. She sprayed the mist directly into Harley’s face. “ACK... PFFT! RED!” Harley flailed, coughing dramatically. “That’s chemical warfare! I’m callin’ the Geneva Convention!” “And I am calling the police... and your parole officer.” Harley wiggled her eyebrows. “Like ain’t anyone touchin’ Harley Quinn.” “Good. Then guess it’s my way,” Pamela deadpanned,