Gotham Blind Date 3

Ivy spent hours trying on the various green dresses. But in the end, she chose something simple. It has a dark green halter-dress with a black ruffly bottom. Ivy loved it.

After deciding she would NOT steal it, she payed for it stiffly. She had no idea how this worked! But somehow, in the end it was all okay. She had lots of money saved in her bank account, since she'd been stealing everything for five years. So writing a check worked perfectly.

The girl behind the counter pushed her dark brown hair out of her eyes. "Holy cow, you're Pamela Isley!" She looked up grinning, "Poi-son I-vy. My hero!" She squealed, shaking Ivy's wrist, "So you're blond friend must be Harley, right? Or Selina. No it's Harley. Wow!"

Ivy looked at the girl with a disgruntled face. She nodded and tried to pull her arm out of the girl's grip.

The girl's dark brown eyes widened. "Oh don't worry, I won't tell nobody! It's just that...wow! Oh, bettter go check on Harley. She's um...see for yourself." She quickly let go of Ivy's arm and turned back to the cash register.

Ivy grabbed her dress and turned around. She looked at the pink section and saw nothing but pink tunics, tanks, and dresses."Shit," she mumbled, turning to the red and black section. Still no Harley. Ivy began to get frantic. What if Harley had left? What if she had gone back to Joker? What if Joker had come to get her? She took a deep breath. 'No' she ordered herself to think 'Harley is still here. With you. Do not worry.'

She calmed herself and turned to the purple section. Nope. She turned to the next section, silver. And sure enough, standing in front of a reflective silver halter top, stood her blond bestie. A pile of abandoned pink dresses, tops, and skirts lay by Harley's feet and her eyes stared blankly.

Ivy sighed and brought her face to her palm. "Harley! What in the world?" She ran up to the shorter girl and grabbed her shoulders. Harley stared blankly still and a little drool fell out of her mouth. "For God's sake, Harley!" Ivy screamed, "How blond could you get?"

The girl from the counter ran up to help. "What happened?" she asked, waving her hand in front of Harley's face.

Ivy rolled her eyes. "She saw her reflection in one of the silver tops and became entranced."

The girl laughed a little. "That is so Harley."

Ivy gave her an 'are you some kind of stalker?' look. She didn't know Harley! The girl took Ivy's hint.

"I'm Ellen." She stuck her hand out towards Ivy's and smiled.

Ivy's face stayed freaked out, but she nodded and shook Ellen's hand anyway. "And how do you know so much about me and my friends, dare I ask?" she inquired as she tried to break her hand loose.

Ellen looked down, "It's, uh, Ellen Leland," she said in a quiet voice.

Ivy looked disgusted, "So you're one of the doctors' kid, and you go all stalker on the inmates?" she asked as she continued waving her hand in front of Harley's face.

Ellen shook her head. "No! I used to want to be a doctor, and I interned for a little while. Yeah. Back when Harley was your doctor, I helped was her assistant!"

Ivy nodded. "I thought you looked familiar. So you and Harl are old friends, you've seen my files, and I'm guessing you've done some Selina-research as well. That still doesn't give you the right to act like you, me, and Harley are bestest pals!"

Ellen stood up, "Well. You're still my hero. And if you don't wanna be my friend, screw you. I'LL KILL THE BAT MYSELF!"

Ivy's emerald eyes grew wide and her mouth drooped to the bottom of her face as she watched Ellen storm back to the counter. And she wasn't the only one. Every person in the store had looked up at Ellen's outburst.

Some mothers ushered little kids out, and freaked-out teens scooted away without looking back.

Ellen smiled sweetly at the remaining customers, and then turned to the computer.

Ivy looked back down at Harley who then started blinking. In a matter of seconds, her eyes flew open and she burst into laughter.

"Wassup, Red?" the bouncy blond asked, sitting up. "Where'd my clothes go?" She looked around, then started laughing when her eyes fell on the counter. "Hey, Ellen!" She got up and waved, "How long you been working here?"

Ellen smiled, "About a month. What brings you here?"

Harley shrugged, "Me an' Red got dates."

Ellen rose an eyebrow, "Oh really. Well good luck getting Miss Ants-In-Her-Pants over there to get romantic." She smiled a wicked smile and turned back to work.

Harley turned back to Ivy, "Joan's got a nice daughter, don't she?"

Ivy nodded, still a little confused.

Harley grinned and pulled Ivy off the ground, "Well c'mon! I believe I asked where my clothes are."

Ivy laughed a little, still processing everything, "They're still overy by the silver tank top. But for God's sake, DO NOT LOOK INTO THOSE TOPS AGAIN."

Harley held an expression similar to the one Ivy had made at Ellen. "Yes ma'am." She rushed towards the silver section without looking back.

Ivy shook her head and laughed, "Oh that Harley," she murmured, "Oh that Harley." She smiled and looked off into space, acting like she was in a bad friendship movie.

"Oh Harley what?" Harley asked as she came back, nearly scaring the hat off of Ivy's head.

An incredibly red head turned around with a murderer's look, which wasn't that weird considering it was on the face of a murderer.

Harley just laughed. "Ya wanna help me decide what to buy?"

Ivy nodded. "Sure. I guess."

Harley squealed and dragged Ivy back to the changing rooms.