Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: dove_drabbles 67: Let Spring Bloom
Word Count: 579
Date Written: 13 April 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Laughter used to sound out of place to Ivy. It used to stop her in her tracks every time she heard it, and whenever she’d spy someone giggling and whispering behind their hand, she’s always make the same assumption: They were laughing at her. Every one of them paid the price.
But Harley’s laughter is somehow different. It doesn’t crate her nerves or fill her with fear or fury. It’s a beautiful sound instead, more lovely even than the singing of the birds. Ivy turns toward the sound now, but it isn’t just Harley laughing. Many voices are raised in laughter, and none of them, for the first time in Ivy’s lonely life, sound ugly, menacing, or condemning. It is the sound of joy, pure, innocent joy, and soon Ivy sees the reason for it and the reason why so many people are gathering around her Harley.
For a woman who claims to have suffered as much as she has, for a woman whose first instinct used to also be to kill, her girl really does enjoy putting on a show and bringing happiness to others. Right now, she’s hosting an impromptu circus scene as her winged hyenas dance and juggle bones on their noses. They’re dancing through the air and circling one of Ivy’s living trees, who’s tossing the bones back and forth between the laughing hyenas.
Ivy shakes her head in wonder. The war has ended, but she hasn’t yet been able to let go of the dreaded need to fight for her survival. She hasn’t yet come to accept that they are safe again. But the warmth that she feels now is far more than just the bright, Spring sunlight shining on her. It’s the warmth of friendship and, much more, of love; it’s the warmth of being in a place where she finally belongs and with a woman with whom she secretly already hopes to spend the rest of her life.
She walks slowly, cautiously closer to the gathering. Harley calls out a cue, and the hyenas wolf down a bone before the juggling act resumes. “Pamalamb!” Harley sings out as she sees Ivy approaching. “I’m so glad you could join us!” She reaches out and, before Ivy can stop her, takes her hands in hers, tugs her close, and kisses her there before the world. Ivy’s whole being really is feeling flushed with heat by the time Harley lets up.
She blushes there before the world but holds nonetheless to her lover’s hand. Harley’s grin is infectious, even more so than usual, but the warmth Ivy’s soaking in goes a lot deeper than just this fun show Harley and her pups are producing. It has far more to do with the love she feels for her, and as Harley goes back to calling out commands, Ivy holds quietly to her hand and finds herself thinking, Let Spring bloom. Let the world come. Let them see how much I am loved and how I love.
It doesn’t matter who’s watching them. Even the next threat that will come, and there will be one -- there always is --, doesn’t matter. All that matters is that she is loved, she’s with the woman who loves her and who she loves, and they are safe, whole, and happy. Ivy basks with that joy. The birds sing. The plants grow. And for the first time in her life,Poison Ivy loves a human and is loved in return.