Three Plagues Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy R 500 Words

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Title: Three Plagues
Author: amejisuto
Pairing: Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: R
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Mention of multiple deaths but nothing too bad.
Summary: Harley and Ivy celebrate Thanksgiving by planning mass murder.
Word Count: 500
Beta'd by the wonderful kitty_poker1. Thank you so much luv!
Notes: Don't ask me where this came from, I have no freaking clue. However, Harley is one of the few female characters I feel comfortable enough to write femslash with. Mainly because in my head she's a big ol' ho. But her heart will always belong to Joker or Ivy.



Three Plagues



It had been Ivy's idea but Harley had tweaked it just a bit. Perfected it, really. Harley got the idea that she had shocked her lover with her input. It was true, usually she liked more immediate results but this idea had so much potential for bloodshed and chaos, how could Harley pass it up?

It had taken Ivy over a month to grow the three crops of wheat, even with her special talent to make crops grow. Most of the time was spent doing whatever Ivy did to mutate the DNA or basic nature of the plant. Harley didn't know and really didn't care. When her Pammy got started talking about chemistry and all that crap, Harley just tuned her out and concentrated on how hot she looked in a lab coat instead.

What? The brainy look turned her on like crazy but Harley didn't actually understand half of the scientific crap. She had had enough problems with Jung and Freud in college.

Then had come the easy part. Ivy had used her charms to convince some factory workers to mill the crops with their own wheat. It was then packaged up and Ivy and Harley had made sure that the entire shipment was sent to Gotham distributors in time for the holiday season. Now the new brand of Demeter's All Natural Flour was on store shelves.

Now was the hardest part, the part Harley hated with a passion. Waiting. Most people wouldn't use any of the flour until their Thanksgiving baking, and it would take more than just one exposure to the wheat. No, it would be on day two or three of the leftovers that the fun would really start.

The first of Ivy's special strains of wheat she called Gluttony. When exposed to enough of it, people would literally eat themselves to death, feasting on whatever food they could get their hands on until they died from ingesting too much. The second Ivy called Famine. It would change a human's digestion system so that no matter how much they ate they would get no nutrition, and would eventually starve.

The third had been Harley's idea, back in early October when she'd been watching the TV and saw a special on the Witch Trials in Salem. The third wheat caused hallucinations, voices, paranoia and insanity.

Harley couldn't wait!

Warm arms wrapped around her middle and a soft kiss was pressed to the nape of her neck, her own changed physiology allowing her to live through Poison Ivy's fatal kisses. “Come back to bed, Harlequin. We should start seeing the effects tomorrow. Sunday at the latest.”

Harley turned in her lover's arms. “I know, Red, but after all that work I'm bored!”

A soft hand caressed her breast. “I'll just have to find ways to keep you occupied. I'm sure I can think of something...”

Harley groaned. “Sounds good to me, Red.” She led her lover back towards their bed. “Hey, Pammy? You think Batman eats Thanksgiving dinner?”

The End??



Tries to poison resulting Bat/Flash plot bunny before it grows.