CH : 29 Ivy, Harley, and Waylon

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The heart of the Joker floated suspended in the air before us. The blood flew everywhere, but the shield up in front of us kept the blood from splashing onto us. The heart floated for a moment, and the Joker's hand extended for the retrival, but I crushed that last moment of hope that I noticed in the Joker's eyes when I crushed his heart.

Damaged and broken cars around the Chuckle Palace were culled and brought to my location for their parts. One garbage fire that was active was also summoned to my side. The Joker's body was ripped apart and doused in gasoline as I placed everything within a metal casket that I molded out of the metals that I summoned.

With Harley out cold, I had her shifted into a bridal style carry, and we floated there as I watched as the Joker's body was engulfed in flames, the fire consuming him inch by inch. Yet, even as the inferno raged, I couldn't let it end there. Floating forward, I placed my hand on the still burning body, unleashing the full extent of my hands of God.

I didn't just want him dead; I wanted him erased. His soul, his spirit—every trace of his existence—I tore apart his soul and spirit, shredding them into irretrievable fragments, fragmenting into nothingness. No tricks, no resurrections-this time, not even the most ancient and forbidden magics, not even a Lazarus Pit or a Black or White Lantern Ring, no cosmic deus ex machina would ever piece him back together again.

The fire crackled and danced, casting long shadows in the dim light, but the moment felt strangely hollow. This should have been a victory, a culmination of justice or vengeance, but instead, it was just... empty. Anticlimactic, even. Perhaps it was because I'd expected more, some final act of defiance from him, some proof that his chaotic spirit would linger. But there was nothing.

Still, I stayed, floating above the flames, watching as his body was reduced to ash. Slowly, the fire consumed every last piece of him, leaving only charred bones behind. Yet I lingered, waiting until those, too, crumbled to dust under the relentless heat. Only then, with the faint scent of smoke still hanging in the air, did I allow myself to breathe.

The Joker was gone—truly gone. And for the first time, the world felt a little quieter. A little less chaotic.

This should have been a moment of triumph, but it felt so anticlimactic: but I will not complain about tonight.

With the body taken care of, I placed heavy weighted rocks in the coffin to help it sink properly. With one last look at the Chuckle Palace, I took my damsel in distress and floated us out towards the water under the cloak of night. Without looking back, the coffin was dropped into the water with holes allowing the critters to get in and snack on what's left of the ashes.

Shaking my head in disappointment, I turned around and flew home. I'm sure Ivy will love my spoils of war.

***

It had been roughly two weeks after I had made my move while in Metropolis, and things have been getting weird ever since. It was fun to watch the wrench I threw into the timeline or whatever stood as fundamental continuity. Three days after I had my little interview with Luthor, he announced to the world that Mercy would be his protege, and the world exploded with news and shifting balances of power. There was nothing better than sitting back in my chair and laugh at the foolishness of it all. Mercy went from a minor character in the Justice Leagues eyes to the new emerging power to contend with.

Then again, the fact that this helped to shift the eyes of Bruce away from me was also a very nice consolation prize. Though a consolation prize or not, there will be complaints from this guy.

[PING...]

[PING…]

[PING…]

I turned my line of sight from my monitors that were showing over twenty of the different news stations.

My attention was drawn to the completion of the latest serum I was working on. Normally, any geneticist would be beyond ecstatic with the advancement that Ivy and I have created. With access to some rare and natural plants that we grew in our greenhouse, our discoveries were near limitless.

Unfortunately, we currently don't have any of our products on the open market. Any geneticist that caught a hint of our advancements would kill us and bury the bodies one hundred feet below to keep such discoveries to themselves.

I had plans to release incremental improvements to milk the current state of biotech. Better antibiotics that nothing on the current market can compare to but also nothing that's an automatic cure-all.

One of the major discoveries made recently when I came back from my little excursion was that Vibranium could also function as a living metal. The battle had opened my eyes to the energy absorption of the metal, but it was the fact that I found it within the Mother Box that gave me a surprise on the living applications of the metal.

The metal was absorbing and storing the kinetic energy on an atomic scale, but within the Mother box, it was doubling as an organic bonding agent with the bio-organic substance that the Apokoliptian tech used. That hint alone gave me a very solid idea on how to help reverse Waylon's condition without me needing to use my hands of God.

That brings us to my current situation, after Waylon helped me on my little heist and I brought Harley back. We had a little talk, and we made a trip down to the base where he was stationed in the Florida Keys. Granted, it made me sound like an asshole that didn't want to be around while Harley was going through her detox of the Joker, but life had to keep on moving since I made promises that I planned to keep.

Finding the base wasn't that hard since they were in the Keys island chain, and Waylon was stationed there for a few years before his betrayal. My only issue with the whole thing was how long it took me to sneak past the cameras. Lucky for us, once I was able to get within the hospital ward they still had his blood sample on file before their tampering. The issue that they still had Waylon's DNA on file was something that worried me when I remembered that I was in DC, and Cadmus loves to clone interesting people.

[PING…]

[PING…]

That DNA sample and the living function of Vibranium brings us back to my promise to Waylon to help him find a cure and bring back his human form. With some help from Pamela, we rewrote the healing serum we created to combat the joker gas to combat the aggressive mutagen that the army used to combine Waylon's DNA with their versions of fresh and saltwater crocodiles.

The Vibranium nanites bonded to the healing serum, and with Waylon's previous DNA implanted as the blueprint building blocks, we had a pretty solid plan to reverse the damage. Half a pound of Vibranium and forty-eight hours later and millions of genetic coding and subroutines later and Waylon was now a step closer to being mostly human again.

[PING…]

[PING…]

Putting all those thoughts aside, I left the safety of my basement lab to head into the greenhouse to check over the serum. When I looked at the centrifuge, everything checked out. Now it was time to call Waylon for the next step of the procedure for which he was needed.

"Computer: ring Waylon and tell him to meet me in the greenhouse," I said out loud as I took a seat on one of the lab chairs. "Ivy, sweetheart, it's time for the use of the incubation chamber you have been growing."

"Harley don't you dare,"

(CRASH!)

Looking over to where I heard Ivy yelling, I watched as Harley knocked something over with her hammer as she came swinging in my direction. Harley was in a long white t-shirt that hung down to over her knees.

The shirt had the logo of Queen on the front, but what drew my attention was the massive hammer that Harley had up over her shoulder as she tried to balance it for a swing. Pamela was standing in front of Harley with her hands up in placation. I couldn't help the raising of an eyebrow because she was standing naked during all of this. Floating out of my seat, I brought myself up behind Ivy as I eyed the irate Harley Quinn.

"Move Pammy," Harley said sternly as she eyed her best friend before her. "He took my Mistah J Pammy; I gotta make it right."

"You can't face him Harley, so stop this," Ivy said with her soothing voice as she tried to talk down her other lover from doing something she would regret. "When I asked Vic to bring you here, we had created a cure for the Joker, but I can promise you I didn't know he was going to kill him."

There was no such thing as a cure for insanity, but what I did find was a permanent cure for the Joker gas that had a mutation effect that allowed it to adapt to any type of gas that might still be floating around. Once I have Harleen on my side, we might be able to find a cure for insanity if I can get The Scarecrow on board if he doesn't cause me to kill him first.

"Why... Pammy, why?" Harley asked, exasperatedly out loud.

At this point, I was floating right at the shoulder of one Pamela Isley,

"Because the man was an infection that needed to be removed from the world."

"You don't know that!" Screamed Harley as she swung the hammer at me. The mallet from the size of the thing froze midair; I didn't even need me to twitch a finger to exert any mental force. With the mallet held there, I lowered myself and wrapped an arm around Pamela's waist. Was I possessive? Yes, because Poison Ivy was mine. And what is mine is always mine.

"He beat you for shits and giggles, then turned around and killed hundreds of people to gain another man's attention. Why?" I asked Harley, her bottom lip quivered at my question. "Because he was in love with another man and not you, so I removed him from your life."

"If he cared for you, dear, he would not have treated you like that," Pamela said as she raised a hand and lowered the mallet that I had frozen in the air beside us. "Those who care for you would never treat you that way."

I watched as Pamela talked Harley down as my hand trailed up and down her svelte and toned stomach muscles. My fingers trailed the tone muscles as I felt the shiver of pleasure roll up her spine.

"Harley honey, that's not loving, and that's no way to live your life," Pamela whispered as she pulled Harley in for a hug. Breaking down into tears, Harley cried on Pamela's shoulder, relieving herself of all her pent up emotions.

"I miss him so much, Pammy," Harley cried out hard and loud as she kept on weeping.

With a sigh, I picked the three of us up and floated our way over to the miniature bedroom that Harley and Pamela were currently sharing. Once Pamela and I started to sleep together, I had taken the large petal bed that she made and replaced it with a California king-sized bed. The petal bed was exotic but lacked so much compared to a bed purchased from the store, and I just had to replace it.

Granted, the persuasion to have the bed replaced was well worth it, and so was breaking in the bed for normal use. Removing the mallet from Harley's grip, I floated it over to the sidewall and hung it on a set of pegs from the rack I had Waylon build for jackets and a few other things. With the mallet out of the way, Pamela laid Harley down onto the bed. Out from the left corner, snaked one of the vines Pamela used as her helpers. The vine was green with purple flowers and yellow dots along with the petals.

Once Harley was down on the bed, the vine snaked up and did a small puff of spores into her face. Within moments Harley was asleep and out of commission. Shaking my head at the incredulity of the situation, I picked up Pamela and with some change of clothes, then floated us into the bathroom.

***

Forty Minutes Later…

Towelling down Ivy's toned legs, I placed a kiss on her toned stomach before leaning back and allowing her to run her towel over my head and shoulders to get off what's left of the excess water. Our shower was fun and quick, but it was time for our fun to come to an end. Dropping the towel that I used to dry Ivy's legs, I grabbed the larger blue one I had floating at our side and ran it up the rest of her body.

Standing up, I ran the towel under Ivy's arms around the rest of her body before allowing her to dry the rest of me. The kiss she gave on the crown of my head wanted me to take her back to the shower. The thought of taking her back into the shower, my lips against hers as our bodies grinding together put another smile on my face. It's too bad, I had so much to do today, and I was already behind schedule for the day.

Turning away from another kiss, I tossed the towel into the air with a flourish of my wrist and summoned my clothes. With a shake of my head, I was dressed within moments, but once I was finished, I was greeted with the pouting face of Poison Ivy.

SIGH

"You know, we can't spend the whole day in bed, right?" I asked with a raised eyebrow at the insatiable minx.

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