+ missed the innuendo entirely or was too distracted by what followed. It.. was a rather abrupt tone change. ]

...Thanks. It, felt good at the time, at least.

[That was... genuine. Awkwardly so, perhaps, but it wasn’t something Ivy was used to hearing—not outside of Harley or Janet. ]

+ I tend to try not to do.. deal with vermin infront of vigilantes, they usually come to me instead of me seeking them out, though. I rather like our little agreement. Very flexible.~

There was a tilt to her head, a quirk of her lips as her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. It seemed Harper either +

+ yesterday and I almost attacked. Almost. Making the anti-capitalist woman a brand is.. certainly a choice. Part of me thinks part of the reason it's been mysteriously safe from muggings in the area is because Batman thinks it's funny.

I won't, as long as you don't catch me at a bad time. +

+ [ Better that Harper didn't voice that comparison, Ivy doesn't take too well to her sweetpea being compared to a certain knock-off. Punchline, more like Knockout.* Besides, Harls was adorable. ]

..More reasons than that for not standing her, but those too. Saw someone selling 'Poison Ivy' toys +

+
[ Slight smirk and the laughter in her tone betrayed the fact that the 'threat' was a joke, even if coming from her it sounded vaguely ominous. ]

Hm. You’re welcome. Do you usually look up the meanings of flower gifts? Not that I’m complaining, mind you. It’s just not something I find common. +

+ Her tone softened, the venom receding—still skeptical, but laced now with a sliver of something gentler. Something almost kind. ...Almost.
For what it's worth, she was trying too.

+ So tell me, is the hope you’re selling yours? Or theirs? A neatly packaged product with scripted lines, sold to the masses for a profit and controlling their reactions. I can see you don’t /want/ to be a pawn, at least. That'll do for now.” +

+ like all their supes. Walking billboards with... pretty faces and corporate backstories."
Ivy uncrossed her arms, her weight shifting slightly as she leaned forward.
"Hope’s a tool—malleable, pliable. It’s shaped by whoever’s holding it, twisted into whatever suits them best. +

+maybe to convince herself too. Ivy didn’t interrupt, though her faintly arched brow and subtle head tilt said plenty: Alright, let’s see where this goes.
"So, you're… what, part of their PR team? A Vought ‘journalist’? One of the two. Either way, you’re not scum. Just one of their prized cash cows+

+ Ivy listened, arms crossed, her weight shifting slightly as the tirade unraveled before her. The tension in Faith's words was palpable, a mix of anger, desperation, and—most interestingly—earnestness. Hands flailing, voice rising and falling, trying so damn hard to justify herself—to Ivy, and +

// + I worry ppl think I'm ignoring their background a lot, girl's just lost 😅

// LMAO, sorry, of the Harlivy ship I like to think Harley is a LOT more in touch with social media and shares the memes with her but on her own Ivy doesn't know, nope 😭😭😭!

It's not the first time it's happened, someone will mention someone social media famous and she'll just go "Who?" +