While Richard was teaching Denji Chi in another part of the city, the crazy princess of the past was on her way to bring her unique blend of chaos to her man and/or women‑eater of a friend. But this visit was different — it had the potential to reignite the embers of the past that had been locked away by the royal jester.
Ivy's POV
"Heya Red, how's the greenhouse? Any new bodies buried for the plants?"
It was Harley Quinn — the craziest girl I know. But god, she's so damn hot with her red and blue pigtails, blue eyes full of insanity that pulls you in, wearing a tight, short tank top hugging her modest but perky breasts and showing off her defined toned midriff with abs just visible.
And those daisy dukes… the bottom of her plump ass practically hanging out, begging for hands to play with it.
"R…d."
"R…d."
"RED!"
Harley suddenly shouts my name, snapping me out of it. I realize I'd lost control — the plants around me had reacted to my horniness and wrapped Harley up, suspending her in the air right in front of me.
Harley: "Red, I know you swing both ways, but you forget I have puddin'— aAHH—"
She cuts herself off by stretching and moaning right in front of me, being her chaotic teasing self.
"You know, Harley… I've never understood your obsession with Joker. I wanted you to love me the way I love you. But you just had to push the limit."
I walk toward her with a sway in my hips, releasing pheromones from my plants — a potent aphrodisiac.
"Wait, Red, let's talk about this—" Harley starts squirming, but I can see the pheromones are doing their job. The front of her daisy dukes is getting darker.
"You say that, but I can see how wet you are from here. Now… once I give you my kiss of truth, you'll admit you want me."
I have the plants lower Harley to my face and kiss her.
As I pull back, I see Harley has passed out. And while I may be a villain, I'm not going to rape my friend — the girl I want.
Narrator
What Ivy didn't know was that her pheromones — making Harley attracted to someone other than the Joker — were weakening the conditioning the clown used to force Harley's "love."
But the kiss of truth… that's what truly sealed it.
The weakened conditioning, combined with the kiss dragging out Harley's real feelings, unsealed the memories that the comedian had buried and shattered her obsession with the Joker for good.
But the crazy, unpredictable, obsessive Harley didn't die. No — the crazy was always part of her. The chemical vat amplified it, and Joker twisted it into something toxic and that toxicity is now a part of Harley for good.
Now, with her memories restored, her obsession latched onto a new target:
Someone who knew the real her. Someone who loved the crazy parts. Someone Dr. Quinzel understood deeply. Someone Harley Quinn had no moral restraints against pursuing.
Someone she could use her knowledge — and her madness — to make hers.
4 Months After Harley Regained Her Memories & Denji Learned Chi
Harley POV
Ahhhh, there's my puddin'— no, no, that's what I called that disgusting clown. He's... he's my pumpkin!
Perched on the roof of one of Gotham's countless old, disgusting buildings, I watch my pumpkin fighting Killer Croc — and demolishing him.
Ahhh, my pumpkin's so strong now. I wanna lock him up so only I get to see that handsome, powerful body.
The thought alone gets me wet.
I mutter, "Soon, my pumpkin prince… you'll be all mine."
Denji POV
It's been a while since I unlocked my Chi, and I have to say — the way it ended up combining all my gifts was unexpected but welcome. Now my ability to Harden supports whatever my Chi touches — my mental palace, my body, everything.
My mind has never been more stable. I've reached floor 66 of the dungeon, and my mental Rubik's cubes are more stable than ever, letting me expand their limits and increase my processing power. Plus, when I imbue Chi into objects, I can Harden them too.
But today's the day my master left me. He said he had a job to do and that he'd taught me all he could. Before he left, I cooked a massive barbecue and told him if he ever needed help, I'd repay him anytime as it's the least I could do.
To test the results of my training, I'm seeking out my last opponent — to measure the difference in combat and see how far I've come.
Killer Croc… here I come.