For all you anti-JxHQ shippers out there - especially the ones that are diehard Harlivy shippers - I have something I want you to try. (And don’t just dismiss me outright. Hear me out on this.)
First, go back and read Mad Love. Only with one major difference. This time, imagine the Joker as a woman. Change nothing about the character, the dialog (aside from using the appropriate pronouns), the story, interactions, etc. Yes, that means Harley is still female.
Next, go back and look at any of your favorite interactions between Harley and Ivy. But now, imagine Ivy as a man. Again, change nothing about the characterization, dialog (aside from pronouns), absolutely nothing about it. And again, Harley remains female.
If after that, you can come back to me and still have the same feeling towards these ships as you do with their canon genders, then fine. I sincerely respect your opinion.
However, if you find yourself having a change of heart about this version and see yourself favoring the opposite ship (even for a little bit), think long and hard about the implications behind those feelings. And that’s not a suggestion.
everyone is back in their cells, same as the actual ending. Harley is enjoying her cappuccino when Belle Reve starts to tremble. the entire prison, shaking down to its very foundation.
and then the plants start to come. at first it’s just weeds shooting through the crack, but then come the vines creeping through the gaps in the windows, the tree roots tearing through the floor.
alarms are going off, lights are flickering, guards are rushing around in confusion. Harley watches wide-eyed as winding tendrils of exotic flowers start to grow up the bars of her cage.
we see the corridors of Belle Reve full of tiny, rapidly-growing jungles, a green fog hanging thick in the air. here and there are guards, ensnared by vines and dangling from the ceiling by a leg or their neck. the basement is flooding fast as prison is reclaimed by the swamp.
Harley’s bouncing with excitement now, clapping her hands as her cage is torn a apart by a rapidly growing cypress and water starts to seep in. as the metal falls to the floor, a figure appears in the doorway. she’s dressed all in shimmering green, her red hair long and wild, her dark skin shiny from exertion.
“Red!” Harley squeals, and runs for her, splashing across the room in her fluffy pink slippers. she crashed into Pamela for a hug, standing on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around her girlfriend and snuggling her face into the crook of Pam’s neck.
“hey, you,” Pamela whispers in her ear. she’s trying to be cool, every bit the supervillainess, but it’s hard to hide her smile.
“you came,” Harley says. she’s wide-eyed now, staring up at Pamela like she can never look at her enough. Harley breaks into a wide smile and bats her eyes, looking almost shy. “does this mean ya really do like me?”
Pamela doesn’t answer right away; she brushes one of Harley’s pigtails back, letting her hands linger, and presses a gentle kiss into Harley’s forehead.
“I missed you,” she says simply. “and I couldn’t just leave you here for the clown.”
Harley can only smile, at a loss for words. she claps her hands over her mouth, trying to hold back the tears that are coming.
Pamela pulls her hands away, meshing their fingers together. “you wanna go home?”
Harley nods, pigtails bouncing. “yes, please!”
they walk out of Belle Reve, holding hands, and go back to Gotham City, where they happily spend the rest of their lives giving Bruce a headache. the Joker is definitely dead.