Harley was laying on the ground of the new planet she had recently taken over. It didn’t feel like home yet, though having Ivy there with her certainly helped, but she was most definitely getting used to calling it her kingdom. Her latest project as Queen of the tiny people that inhabited the planet was to construct a prison, that’s why she was chuckling to herself as she opened little holes on the earth with the tip of her finger just to drop one or two of her subjects there.
“What 's that?” She tilted her head, trying to hear one of the people’s leaders try to communicate with her. “Listen, Mister, a Queen can’t strain her ears for ya,” Harley shook her head upon being unable to catch what he said, and immediately dropped him into one of her makeshift prisons, “Find me someone louder!” she demanded.
“Harley!” a voice called, loud in comparison to the tiny people but familiar, low and comforting, it was Poison Ivy, “Babe were you even listening?”
“Sorry, Ivy, I stopped listening when you tried to convince me to go back to Earth,” Harley sent a look her way.
Ivy sighed. “Why would you even want to say here?” she asked.
“Because I’m their Queen, duh,” Harley jumped to her feet to face the most important person in her life, “and you are my Queen, remember?”
“Yeah,” Ivy chuckled lightly and pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, “I guess that part has its appeal. Wait,” she said suddenly, taking a good look at the other woman’s body and her new pink and blue ensemble, “did you bring a change of clothes?”
Harley jumped in excitement and explained, “They made it! These little guys, just for me!”
“So they just make clothes for you now?” Ivy quirked an eyebrow.
The blonde woman shrugged playfully, “Oh a little bit of torture here and there as an incentive, that’s all. Come on! Take a look,” she exclaimed, taking Ivy’s hand and dragging her forward a few steps. When she brought them to a stop she pointed to a place on the ground full of little buildings, mostly tiny warehouses, out of one of them was coming out a neon pink fabric, likely for their Queen. “See? They even have a tiny industrial district, these guys. They had a society, with cute lil’ rules and houses and the whole package, you know? they were just
missing their Queen!” Harley struck a pose as she finished her sentence, making Ivy laugh fondly and making the tiny people erupt in cheers as loud as they were capable of, just as she’d trained them for the moment. “Louder!” she demanded, and after her order was followed she grinned.
Ivy kneeled down to take a closer look at the tiny people’s industrial zone. “Well, that is impressive,” she could see the tiny people and although they were so small she couldn’t make out all their features and details, they looked pretty similar to humans to her. They were hard at work in their tiny warehouses, working in construction, manufactory, all the basics to keep a small society running. “Oh my God, Harley, look!” Ivy pointed to the exit of the industrial zone, “they have miniature cars and a miniature highway.”
It was Harley’s turn to sigh, barely holding back her impatience. “Yeah, well, they gotta reach their tiny houses in the residential area somehow, right? Or, I don’t know, go to the mall, they also have a whole ass campus, a stadium and, see that funny little church over there? They have festivals, it’s a whole big deal. They probably had their own tiny Gods or something but I sorta destroyed the old monuments and... now we only celebrate...” she made a pause and grinned expectantly at the other woman.
“Let me guess, you?”
“Me!” Harley cheered and danced a little before making a great effort to focus back on the conversation at hand, “Now, stop focusing on boring things and take a look at the actual pyramid I have them building for me! Turns out if you totally crush down half their little world, they’d worship whatever you say!”
Following Harley’s pointing finger, Ivy discovered that in the distance there was in fact what looked like the bottom half of a pyramid in the making. She scoffed and shook her head, “Ridiculous. But impressive.”
“See? Look at the potential, Ivy! I’m leading them to a new golden age in their history.”
“You don’t know their past history, Harls,” Ivy passed her a look.
The blonde only waved her off, “Can’t be better than me. Whatever. Let’s focus on ya, hot stuff.”
“Me?”
“You, my Queen!” Harley reached out and grabbed both Ivy’s hands, leading them to the outskirts of the tiny’s people city, “Look around, babe, my poor lil’ subjects don’t even have a forest of their own. No pretty flowers of those you like so much...”
“Oh, right,” Ivy looked around, realizing the truth of Harley’s statement, there were only a few weeds here and there, nothing she couldn’t turn into the most incredible things though. She glanced at Harley, at that sweet hopeful look in her eyes that almost hid her uncontrollable mischief, almost. Ivy rolled up the sleeves of her green jacket and winked at Harley, “Let’s get to work, shall we?”
Harley laughed and clapped along as she watched her land come alive in the most impressive ways. In a matter of minutes, Ivy created a tiny forest and all kinds of plants that expanded all over Harley’s kingdom. Prompted by Harley’s cheers and playful encouragement, Ivy let her powers and her creativity run free. Pretty sun there was also a great, big forest that terrified the tiny people, an extra prison made of green vines, some deadly plants scattered here and there, angry trees that destroyed anything she wanted, houses, monuments, remnants of the tiny people’s history before the two women, and finally a pair of thrones of the powerful Queens.
Sooner rather than later, Ivy gave in to Harley’s tempting and dove into the joy of playing around with the tiny people, scooping them up in the vines she controlled with her power, and laughing as Harley tried to swat the vines away when Ivy playfully threatened to drop them in Harley’s clothes. As Harley laughed along with Ivy and watched as the tiny people got started to build a pair of crowns for them, Harley realized this was really starting to feel like home.