#poison ivy

[xxautumnivyxx]

Sometimes you have to remind yourself that the oldest roots run deepest within.

[marcyvampire]

We need a part two of the harley quinn mother headcanons!

SUGAR & SPICE!

pairings ⸺ Mother! Harley Quinn x Teen! Reader.

(PLATONIC FIC)

¿Request? Yes!

This is a Headcanon!

sinopsis ⸺ Every mother reaches the moment when she sees her chick starting to become independent from the nest. Harley loved you from the moment she found you in that abandoned alley, and now she finds it hard to accept that you are drifting away.

If she knew why you were leaving her behind, she would probably be thinking about putting Robin in the oven.

warnings ⸺ Fluff and Angst, Platonic Cuddling, ¿OOC Harley? Idk, Disturbing Content, Street Fights, Violence, Trauma.

A/N ── Honestly, I didn't plan on making a continuation of that headcanon, but since you asked (and your requests are sacred to me), here it is! Shoutout to @animequeen4 for the inspiration too!

When you grow up as the child of one of the most notorious supervillains in Gotham, things get a bit complicated. Harley knew this since you entered school, and especially since she separated from the Joker. She had prepared for everything: to protect you from clowns, snakes, and even snakes disguised as clowns. But what she didn't see coming, what truly drove her crazy, was the biggest challenge of all: your adolescence.

Harley noticed it almost immediately. At first, it was small things. Like how you no longer wanted to listen to the music she played at full volume in the lair. Instead, you started listening to your own songs, the ones she described as "unbearable noise." Then came the decoration of your room, which went from posters of heroes and villains to something "weird," according to Harley. “Since when do you like bats so much?” she would say with an eyebrow raised. But what broke her heart the most was when you stopped letting her dress you. She got frustrated every time she tried to put something on you that she thought looked great, and you would just say, "No, mom, I don't like that anymore."

But the worst, the worst of all, was when you entered high school. You made friends. Friends whose names Harley didn't even know. Horrible! For someone like her, who was used to knowing all the details of your life, that was the worst that could happen. And on top of that, you no longer asked for permission to do things! The worst part was that she had raised you "well" (according to her criteria), so she didn't understand how you ended up at the police station several times for vandalism and disturbances.

"I raised you better than this!" she would shout, completely indignant, while signing the papers to get you out of another detention. Inside, she knew you were going through that rebellious phase, but that didn't make it any easier to cope.

One day, Harley stood at the door of your room, frustrated because you didn't even ask her for help with your math problems anymore. She stared at you, her hands on her hips, and exclaimed, “Look, little birdie, I get you! I know you're growing up and all that, but can you please stop doing it so fast? You're slipping through my fingers!”

It was a mix of desperation and tenderness. Harley wasn't ready to see you grow up. She knew you were becoming more independent, but in her heart, you would always be her little one. And even though she got frustrated with all these changes, with every new friend or every time you snuck out to go to a party, deep down she just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Puberty was a roller coaster, and Harley was starting to realize that nothing in her villain life had prepared her to deal with it. The first thing she noticed was that you no longer wanted to go out with her for taco Fridays with the girls. Those days when they went shopping, wore neon clothes, and had laughs while window shopping stopped being your thing. Harley watched you from the doorframe, taco in hand, saying, “What happened to my buddy? Where's the kid who loved to eat until stuffed full of carnitas?”

Sometimes, Harley tried not to take it to heart, but it was hard. She crumbled a little every time you locked yourself in your room instead of watching her roll around on the sofas with the Birds of Prey or with the Sirens, planning their next crazy scheme. It was then that she realized she needed help. So, as a good mother (or as close as she could get), she turned to the only person who could understand her frustration... Catwoman.

But the chat with Selina wasn’t exactly helpful. “Harley, sweetheart, I don’t mix with kids. I don’t know what you want me to tell you, mine has four legs and purrs,” Selina said, taking a sip of her martini while checking out a new leather whip. It was a "thanks, but no thanks," and Harley left with more questions than answers.

Next stop: Ivy. Harley had high hopes that Ivy, with her serenity and green wisdom, would give her the key to understanding you better. But Ivy just shrugged and said, “Plants grow, Harley. Just like kids. You can't stop the natural process.” Harley frowned. “And what do I do when they doesn’t want to tell me who he's with all day?” Ivy, very zen, replied, “You could always... spy ” It wasn't exactly the help she was looking for.

After exhausting her resources with the girls, Harley did the unthinkable: she turned to Batman. Yes, Batman! In a conversation that turned out to be as awkward as it was effective, the Dark Knight explained to her what he had learned from raising his multiple Robins: “It's part of growing up. You just have to be there, but give them space. You can't control everything.”

Harley, of course, took it with her usual dramatism: “Give them space!? But they doesn’t even want to go for tacos anymore!?” It was as if the world had turned upside down.

Meanwhile, at school, things weren’t going smoothly either. Your new “friends” were... questionable. People that Harley, if she had known, would have kicked out. But, for your luck (or misfortune), those friends didn’t last long. In the end, the problems they brought with them distanced you from them, and unexpectedly, you found yourself spending more time with Damian again. Harley, of course, had no idea about this. To her, Damian was just the rude boy you sometimes talked to.

There was always something about him that intrigued you, and despite his constant grumbling and "I don't care" attitude, you managed to see beyond that. Between talks about anything (and often about nothing), Damian became someone important to you. Harley had no idea about this mini romance, because if she did, she would probably already be plotting a plan to scare the Wayne boy. “If you think he’s cute, go for it,” she had once said with a mischievous wink. And although she didn't think you would take it seriously, here you were, emotionally entangled with Batman’s son, even though at that time you didn't know he was Batman's son.

It all started with an idea that, in retrospect, wasn’t the best: throwing paint cans at Robin. In your defense, it sounded like a funny prank at the moment. What you didn't calculate was that Robin, being Damian Wayne, wasn’t exactly easy to evade. You ran as if your life depended on it, covering almost twenty kilometers, and the most frustrating part was that he wasn’t even sweating. Every time you turned to see if you had lost him, there he was, impeccable, with that unfriendly look and his expression of "When I catch you, say goodbye to your legs."

When he finally threw you to the ground, ready to give you the lesson of your life, you looked at him more closely. That perfectly styled hair, that look of a thousand deaths, and the sarcasm in every phrase... "Damian?!" you shouted, more out of disbelief than fear. Because, of course, it turns out your boyfriend wasn’t just a rude jerk, but also the damn Robin. The pieces finally fell into place, and you didn’t know whether to laugh or feel betrayed. In the end, you did both.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he reprimanded you with that authoritative voice he usually reserved for criminals and his family. "Throwing paint? Seriously?"

The funny thing is that, even though you were completely exhausted from the chase, your brain didn’t stop working. So instead of apologizing like a normal person, you shrugged and said, "At least it wasn't green paint. That would have been offensive." He didn’t find it so funny.

From that moment on, the romantic dates became something much more... practical. Damian decided that if you were going to get into trouble, at least you should know how to defend yourself, so starry night strolls turned into intense self-defense training sessions. "Nothing says 'I love you' like a well-placed punch," you thought every time Damian corrected your stance. And although at first you considered it the least romantic of gestures, there was something sweet about how he insisted on keeping you safe.

Of course, these "dates" weren’t just training. Eventually, you met Jon Kent, the super-sweet boy who contrasted so much with Damian's serious personality. The trio you formed was a disaster waiting to happen, yet somehow it worked. Between secret missions, night escapades, and 'lots of fun,' the three of you became inseparable. But it was all super secret, because if Batman found out, well, the reprimand wouldn’t be exactly gentle. And Harley... well, don’t even think about what Harley would say if she found out.

But Harley, being Harley, didn’t take long to notice the changes. For her, it was alarming to see how her kid, her little birdie, was starting to come home late through the window, with two colors in his hair that reminded her a bit of her own lifestyle, and some bruises that you, of course, tried to hide. "Did you fall down the stairs again? Seriously?" she would ask skeptically while helping you tend to your wounds.

Her biggest fear wasn’t that you would get into minor trouble, but that he would have come back. Harley began to suspect that the Joker had found you, and that kept her in a constant state of alert. She watched you more closely, trying not to show it, but it was obvious. Nights with Damian always seemed to fly by. Between training, talks, and that connection you both shared, the hours slipped away without either of you noticing. That was how it happened that one particular night, after a long and exhausting session, he decided to walk you home. Not that you needed it, you were perfectly capable of getting home on your own (or so you said), but Damian liked to make sure you got home safely. Plus, it was an excuse to spend more time together.

It was already four in the morning, and you were ready to say goodbye with a kiss when suddenly, three giant hyenas sprang out from under your bed, and Harley, in full ninja mode, dropped from the ceiling with a baseball bat in hand. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"

You had to close the window, leaving Damian outside, to prevent your mom and the hyenas from getting to the "mom, chill," you tried to calm her, putting yourself between them. "It's not what it looks like."

"Oh no! It looks like you're turning into a mini-Harley with a boyfriend and everything, and I'm not going to sit back and watch how they break your heart like that stupid clown broke mine!"

But you managed to slow her down, and with Harley calmed down (more or less), the tension of the moment seemed to dissolve, but she didn’t stop there. The next morning, she showed up at the Batcave (Only God knows how she found the Batcave), furious, and ready to confront Batman for allowing his son to "seduce" her little birdie. "What kind of father lets his son stay out late with my kid?! This is unacceptable!"

Bruce, who was busy with his screens, barely looked up. He listened to Harley’s furious monologue while maintaining his typical calm posture, nodding from time to time. When Harley finished, he just raised his thumb calmly, as if giving his approval. "Damian has good taste," was all he said.

"That doesn’t help me, Bats!" Harley exclaimed, frustrated. But Bruce, in his minimalist style, simply added, "You... should spend more time with your kid, Harley. Don’t worry so much. And if you need help, just let me know."

Harley was left speechless. It wasn’t the response she expected, but deep down, she knew Batman was right. She sighed and, resigned, left without more than a warning for Bruce: "Just because you told me that doesn’t mean I won’t hit you with my bat if things go wrong."

But the truth is that as Harley made her way home, she reflected a little. You were growing up, and although she didn’t like it, it was part of life. You couldn’t be her little one forever, and while the fear of losing you was always present, she knew she had to trust you. After all, she had raised you well (in her own way), and now she could only let you fly a little, like that little bird she often mentioned.

Back at home, she found you lying on the couch, still with some paint in your hair from the prank on Damian. Harley watched you for a while, noticing how much you had grown. Not just in height, but in attitude. The way you had started to move through the world, making your own decisions, forming relationships outside the little universe she had built for you. And that, even though she sometimes denied it, hurt her a little. She sat on the edge of the couch, sighing as she stroked your messy hair.

Harley noticed it before anyone. First, you stopped getting excited about taco Fridays with the girls or going out to dye your hair neon. Then, it was the uncomfortable silence when you no longer sought her advice for anything. You had become more independent, but Harley only saw you drifting away.

Harley sighed and looked at you with a mix of nostalgia and worry. “You’re growing up... and even though I hate it, I know I can’t stop it. I just want you to know that you will always be my little birdie. No matter how big you get, you will always have a place with me.”

You stayed silent, noticing how difficult it was for her to say it. Harley had been many things, but she had never stopped being your mother. You smiled at her and nodded, feeling a familiar warmth in your chest. "I love you too, mom. I promise I’m not drifting away, I’m just... growing."

Harley gave you a tight hug, and in that moment, you knew that even though everything might change, you would always find that common ground, whether it was stealing marshmallows or just sharing a night under the stars. "Puberty sucks," Harley joked, and for the first time in a long time, you both laughed together.

As the hug lingered, you felt how the outside world faded away, leaving only Harley and you in a bubble of safety and love. "I’ll be here, always ready for you, even if sometimes I’m a little... crazy,” she replied with a soft laugh. “But you know that’s what makes everything more fun, right?”

You nodded, and inside, the worry you had felt about drifting away from her faded. There was comfort in knowing that even though the road ahead might be complicated and full of challenges, you had a beacon lighting your way. A mother who, with her craziness and unconditional love, would always guide you home.

"Let’s promise to do more things together, then," you said with determination. "No matter if it’s stealing candy or painting our nails bright colors. There will always be time for that."

"Deal," said Harley, raising her pinky as if sealing a pact. You smiled and linked it with yours. The connection you shared was stronger than any challenge you could face.

"And when it’s time to face the world, I’ll be your ally," she added, a spark of determination shining in her eyes. "Because we will be a team, always."

After that, everything changed, but for the better. Learning to divide your time between everything you loved wasn’t easy, but you knew you would succeed. After all, you had the strongest support: that of your strange yet endearing family, that of your partner, and above all, that of the best mother you could have ever dreamed of.

A/N ─── Thank you so much for reading! If you'd like to request anything, don't hesitate to ask. I read all of your comments and questions!

Take a Bath!

[lenkia-art]

Poison Ivy

[auirlss]

lots and lots of poison ivy

[outletcrash]

harlivy at a rouges party!

[killapunchaw]

Sorry, no drawing today but looking in my drive I found this old watercolor painting of Poison Ivy!! I still like it :D

[browsethestacks]

Gotham City Sirens

Art by Mike Maihack

[alphacomicsvol2]

Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn Commission by Sonia Matas

[xxautumnivyxx]

Proper growth cannot occur without care and that includes pruning the pieces that no longer serve that purpose.

[acapelladitty]

Would you possibly do the Gotham rogues + drug use hcs? They're all part of a seedy criminal underworld, so I imagine it's a regular thing for at least some of them.

Oh yes! 👌

Riddler: Edward is always one bad day away from developing a wicked coke habit. Used to smoke but had made a great effort to limit his addictive temptations because it clouds his mind too much.

Scarecrow: Has experimented with several types of hallucinogenics and other amphetamine based drugs as part of his research. Doesn't really take drugs for pleasure but will occasionally 'slip up'.

Poison Ivy: She can craft strains of weed and plant-based hallucinogenics that will send you to heaven OR make you feel like you're being torn apart by cenobites. She partakes in the former lmao.

Harley Quinn: Did a little bit of weed back in the college days but her exposure to chemicals through both Joker and Ivy have severely limited the effect that any drugs have on her system.

Two Face: Smoked weed in college and quite thoroughly enjoys a wee bump or two when he's partying or drinking. His descent into Two Face has only made his habit more frequent when he's in his more manic phases.

Penguin: Not a drug user at all as he likes to keep a crystal clear head on him at all times. Isn't fond of people selling or taking drugs in the Iceberg Lounge but will happily take a cut from a larger deal he is 'involved' with.

Mad Hatter: Oh, absolutely. Jervis enjoys hallucinogenics and will often work in collusion with Crane to procure them for his own personal use. He would use Ivy but Ivy wants to rip the skin from his body with a cheese grater so he avoids her.

[time-silent]

Practicing. Battinson is just a little kitty…… 🥺

[jnephrite]

jaceverse timeline (with possible ages!) because dc timeline is so fucked up so let me just alter some canon facts real quick :3

year 0 — Harleen Quinzel (26) officially meets the joker, and becomes the Harley Quinn the same year

year 1 — Harley Quinn (30) dumps the Joker and moves in with her BFF—soon girlfriend—Poison Ivy. The Joker goes on a murder spree as a tantrum. Kills people from Crime Alley, including the Drews, Morgan Drew (13) becomes an orphan after witnessing the death of her parents.

Morgan meets Tim Drake (13) and Corinthia in Gotham Academy. Jason Todd (15) dies. Harley Quinn gives birth to Lucy Quinzel.

year 2 — Morgan Drew’s (14) teenage “rebellion” began. She sneaks out of the orphanage to steal from easy folks. Steals to reminisce about the time when she was free— she was already a thief before her parents died— with alive parents and to help with school expenses even though she attends Gotham Academy on scholarship. Detective Bullock tries to stop and catch her.

She began idolising Harley Quinn for being able to stand up against the Joker, realises that if there’s one person in the world who would help her take him down, it would be her. 14-year-old—going on 15 in a few months—Morgan’s crimes took another step by terrorising civilians and attends a Wayne Charity Event where she steals important jewelry from Selina Kyle (36). She was beginning to make a public name for herself, Gothamites called her Quinni (Harley Quinn Mini) with her DIY HQ jacket.

year 3 — Now known as Carnival to others and after saving her from the wrath of Penguin & Fish Mooney, Harley Quinn (33) begrudgingly takes her in as her sidekick officially. Morgan Drew (15) claims it as the best bday gift and began donning on a new Carnival costume that’s not a poor rip-off of Harley’s jester outfit.

Tim Drake (15) forms Young Justice. Morgan meets Superboy (16) as his civilian identity, Conner Kent because of Tim Drake and they become online friends.

Began terrorising Joker as much as she could with her limited resources.

year 4 — Morgan Drew (16) trains hard. Carnival sometimes annoys, sometimes aids Robin (Tim Drake) in his missions where she meets Superboy as Carnival. Becomes an unofficial Young Justice member and later then recruited by Amanda Waller in a team called Young Riot.

Harley Quinn (33) takes on the alter-ego, Heather Lee to officially foster Morgan. Eventually she, along Poison Ivy (35)— using an alter-ego for the documents as well—adopts her.

year 5 — Harley Quinn (34) officially becomes a member of the batfamily along with Selina Kyle (38). Morgan Drew (17) reunited with childhood friend, Jason Todd (19). She exploded all of the Joker bases she could find with true help of Red Hood.

The Joker plays a revenge, hurting Morgan’s friends, Cori and Ani. Angry, she almost killed the Joker before Batman swoops in to put him back to Arkham.

Harley sent her away to her mom. Morgan meets Lucy Quinzel (4) officially when she visits Mrs. Quinzel.

year 6 — Batman (40) disappears and Dick Grayson (24) temporarily becomes Batman with Damian Wayne (10) as his Robin. Young Justice disbands. Tim Drake (18) becomes Red Robin. Morgan Drew (18) has a fell out with her mothers, abandoning the name Carnival and becoming a much violent version herself as Delphi.

other notes:

She eventually returns as Carnival

Will take journ for college and will become a journalist as her adult career. (Lois Lane fan)

Will have a daughter named Gwen! Having Gwen starts to make Morgan want to quit as Carnival

[danicloth]

Day 13 Poisonous 🌿

My version of Ivy ‘cause I like her design ✨

[les4lesbushfire]

AroAce Lesbian 4 Bi Harlivy icons!

requested by anon! like or reblog if using/saving- thnx!

[killjo-q]

I couldn’t resist the idea

Based on this:

Also, do not mind the ugly font, I was too lazy to look for the exact one djdhd

[incorrectbatfam]

Gotham minimum wage is like 5x the national average to discourage people from getting PhDs