“Okay, explain to me again why you did what you did?” Poison Ivy asked Harley as she sat at the window of their hideout giggling madly. She had been trying to wrap her mind around Harley’s latest crazy antic every since the made clown told her about it and after having it explained ten times, it still made no sense at all.
“Geeze Red, haven’t ya listened to me?” The extremely obese villainess asked and got a blank stare from the unflappable queen of plants. For the eleventh time, Harley explained her action to Poison Ivy. “I’ve given every henchman that worked for the late great Mr. J boxes filled with all my puddens Joker gas and sent them to deliver the package to every gang in Gotham. The boxes are rigged to explode as soon as they leave the henchman’s hands, blasting him and the gang with enough Joker gas to have them rioting through the streets until daybreak.”

“I understand what you did, what I don’t get is why?” Poison Ivy barked, feeling her headache get worse. She should just walk away from this conversation, but she continued to ask Harley to explain it. Maybe she kept asking because she wanted to better understand her new partner, or more likely, she just liked watching Harley’s thighs smack together as she walked around and explained it.

“Why’d I do what?” Harley tilted her head to the side and scratched her chin. Now she was the one that didn’t understand.

“Why did you use all the Joker gas and get rid of all your henchmen?” Ivy’s eye was twitching as she screamed at the bloated woman. Harley wasn’t fazed at all by the shouting and grinned merrily at Ivy.

“Cause Red, I’m starting over. Everyone has a gimmick in Gotham, the Penguin steels bird objects, the Scarecrow Scares people, and Mr. Freeze freezes stuff. My gimmick is no longer making people laugh with Joker gas or putting exploding whoopee cushions on car seats or throwing pies made of acid. I’m starting fresh and had to get rid of all the old stuff from the old days. There’s no plan behind sending out the Joker gas and causing a riot, I just wanted to get rid of it.”

“But when the gangs in Gotham realize that it was you that sent the gas, they’ll try and kill you. Why didn’t you just throw the Joker gas out?”

Harley covered her mouth and let out a gasp in shock. “But Red, if I threw my pudden’s Joker gas out, I’d be squandering all the time he put into making it. I thought you, with all that environmental junk, would know that you should never throw something away when it’s still good.”

Poison Ivy gaped at Harley. Her reason was complete madness, but then again, it fit perfectly with the mentally unstable woman's personality. She understood all right, she understood that she was never going to understand Harley's way of thinking and the matter of why should be dropped. One thing Harley did say caught Ivy's interest.

“Be that as it may, what pray tell is going to be your new gimmick?” Ivy crossed her arms and waited for Harley’s answer. She knew that every major criminal in Gotham had some gimmick they used a calling card. Poison Ivy’s own was plants and the environment. She loved protecting the Earth even at the cost of human lives and it was known in Gotham that when a chemical factory was attacked or a rare plant stolen, she was involved. Poison Ivy could only wonder what new gimmick Harley had come up with.

“My gimmick is…” Harley paused for dramatic effect. If she could, drums would of played as she loudly announced the one thing she was going to devote her criminal career to. “….Fat!”