Harley sat on the edge of her bed in the penthouse apartment hideout, still damp from her shower, when her phone rang. She gnced at the caller ID: Arkham Asylum. A smile crossed her face as she answered.

  "Ivy," she said warmly.

  "Hey baby," came Poison Ivy's voice through the prison phone system. This was their weekly ritual, Ivy calling every Tuesday at exactly 9 PM.

  "I miss you," Ivy continued.

  "I miss you too, honey. I'll be gd when you're out."

  They made kissing noises over the phone, a silly romantic gesture that always made Harley grin despite the circumstances.

  Then Ivy's tone shifted slightly. "You know, there's a man who looks exactly like the Joker. I saw him being brought into Arkham. Would you know anything about that?"

  Harley's stomach dropped, but she kept her voice light. "No, I have no idea."

  "Honey."

  "What?"

  Poison Ivy's voice carried that particur edge Harley knew too well. "I know when you're lying to me."

  Harley shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "Well, maybe..."

  "Well, all I gotta say," Ivy interrupted, "you know the rules. As long as we're together, it's me and you and no one else. You know what happened to..." She paused deliberately.

  Harley knew exactly what had happened to the st Joker. She knew what happened to anyone else Ivy thought was competition. Dead. Killed by Poison Ivy's jealousy.

  "You know what?" Harley said, finding her voice. "I don't think you should be called Poison Ivy anymore. You're more like a Bck Widow."

  A pause on the other end of the line.

  "Like the spider?" Ivy asked.

  "Yes."

  Another pause, then Ivy's voice came back with obvious pleasure. "You know what? I think I like that. The Bck Widow."

  "Okay, honey. I'll talk to you next week."

  "Bye, baby."

  Poison Ivy hung up. Harley set her phone down and stared at it for a moment before flopping back on her bed.

  She thought to herself: well, if push came to shove, if something happened to this Joker, she could always go find another one from another universe. And if something ever happened to Poison Ivy, or Little Miss Bck Widow, she thought with a slight smile, yeah, she liked that name for her. She could always find another one of her too.