"Yeah. You poisoned my dad's mind after I left. You drove him to
suicide. And you know what? I actually thank you for that. But that
doesn't stop me wanting to kill you." Ivory said, teeth clenched.
"Your father was abusive. Let's just say I wanted to do you a
favor," The Joker replied. "Ivy wanted me to. She couldn't do it.
Pfft."
He turned back to Natia. "Keep 'em occupied for me, Harley-" He
almost seemed surprised with himself, but visibly shrugged it off.
"I want to focus on baby Ivy."
Altessia sighs. "Of course."She then imitates Harley's voice again.
"Oh Puddin' you replacing me with a new model?" She then makes her
voice echo in his mind. But each time the world Puddin' is said
more and more Harley's voices echo. 1 becomes ten. Ten becomes a
hundred. One hundred becomes a million. And so on.
Natia looked at him weird at what he just called her, but then
turned to Ivory "alright.~ Baby ivy, how bout we play a game of cat
an mouse.~" She purred
"The name's Ivory. Also your puns are suuuper bad. But wait. I need
to talk to my godfather." Nikita spat, growing a wall of
stinging nettles around Wild Cat and a vine to lift her up to
Joker's level.
"Jason stop being a little kid. And yes. I do know that. Anyway,
the only reason I wanted to talk to you was because I have some
information for you. Two bits actually. Both of them you will
exceedingly enjoy." Nikita said, shaking back her hair. It was a
risk to tell that godless sociopath those things, but she had to.
"Dude, your gonna get stung. Ok, one, my mother had an island in
the Caribbean. Roumor has it that she has some PRETTY powerful
stuff plant wise there. I'll help you find it. On one, no, two
conditions. 1) You tell NO ONE who told you this or who's leading
you there. And 2) You release Wild Cat." Nikita sighed. She hated
telling anyone about her mother's hideout, but, it had to be done.
Besides, she didn't want anyone but Joker to know. He was slightly
dim witted anyway.
The Joker chuckled. "Really?" He tapped his fingers on the rail,
considering it. "Fine. But you do realize Wild Cat is already...
Well, wild. Insane. Mad. Out of her mind. I've tried
to fix it before, couldn't find a way. Why do you think so many of
my goons look exactly like me?" He laughed. "But, if you
want another crazy person on the streets of Gotham, you have
a deal."