-I googled "Clown Plants"-

Dick was hugging his backpack against his chest. He wished he could take Peanut out for comfort, but he was scared these woman would hurt Peanut. 

The blonde Woman, Harley was staring at him, grinning, in silence, and he was a little unsettled. Okay, a lot unsettled. This was probably the scariest adult he'd had babysit him, which wasn't saying much, since Bruce was very protective over who was left alone with him. 

He didn't look the woman in the face, which was hard, since her face was so close to his. Dick let his eyes wander a little, and got a better look at her hair. It was platinum blonde, except the last two inches or so, which were chemically dyed.

Dick tried to say something, but his preexisting fear of messing up his English was amplified by the fear he already felt in this situation. "I like- hair." He managed. "Didn't know it could look that." He was already panicking by the time he forced the sentence out.

Her grin grew wider. "I dyed it. Cool, right? Wanna touch it? You'd look good with dyed hair..."

"Cat would kill us." The redhead reminded, skimming through cannels on the tiny motel TV.

Harley continued chatting at Dick for a few minutes, before dropping silent, and then literally dropping backwards on the bed. "I'm hungry."

"Eat." Pam, the redhead was impatient, and already in a bad mood because of Dick.

"I don't wanna." Harley replied. "and Cat said I couldn't even eat you until the kid was gone."

"A smart woman." Pam replied.

After a minute or two of Harley sulking because no one would listen to her complaining, she spoke again. "I want ice cream." She sat bolt upright and looked at Dick with those terrifying eyes. "D'you want ice cream?" Dick shrugged, he didn't trust her much. "I'm going to get ice cream." She snatched up a semi-automatic pistol and flounced out the door.

"Take you're shoes!" He companion shouted, but Harley had already slammed the door.

Dick got a better look around the hotel room, and it looked less like a motel, and more like a temporary living space. The two twin beds had been shoved against each other, yet it still looked like someone slept on the floor relatively often. There were some official looking suitcases with padlocks around the room and, oh yeah, there were plants EVERYWHERE.

On one side of the bed, the side that Pam was on, there were at least a dozen potted plants of all shapes and sizes. despite the variety, they all had one thing in common: They were ridiculously huge. Dick didn't recognize many of them, accept a rose bush, and a Venus fly trap (Which he didn't know the name for).

The rose was shedding dying petals around the tiny apartment. He cautiously approached the plant while Pam was half-heartedly listening to Wheel of Fortune. "Is Rose sick?" He asked shyly.

The woman sat upright immediately. "Don't touch that!" She spat. 

He jumped back. "Rose looks sick..." He explained, trying not to cry from being snapped at by the scary woman.

She let out a breath. "She is." She ran a finger over the bloom's silky petals. "There's no place for plants today. Did you know that this whole area was forest once? Now everything is torn down for expansions and-" She grimaced. "Pipelines. You can barely find roses growing naturally nowadays."

"That is sad." Dick agreed. "Maybe that's why Rose looks sad." He decided.

She nodded absently. "Yeah." She sat back on the bed. "Maybe."

"Ms. Pam, is this one sad too?" Dick asked, pointing at a vine-filled pot. 

"Call me Ivy, and, yes. That one is sad too."

Dick nodded and wandered into the bathroom. There was a planter full of crazy vines in the shower, lit by a purple UV light. The area around the sink was scattered with make up: dollar store mascara, Kylie lip gloss, drugstore, Sephora, everything. The mirror was cracked, there were suspicious red stains in the sink and shower, and a pile of laundry on the floor in the corner.

A door slammed open, and there was whoop of excitement. Dick returned to the main room, to see Harley, sweaty, barefoot and grinning. "I'm Back! Want some Red?" The set the (still warm) gun down on the counter, and grabbed two Styrofoam bowls.

"No! Those are terrible for the environment!" Ivy scolded.

Harley looked down and shrugged. "Eh." She tossed them back un top of the mini fridge, and grabbed the only metal spoon the two of them owned. She scarfed down about eight spoonfuls of Rocky road, and offered one to Dick. He was too scared to say no, but this seemed unhygienic. "C'mon, open up!" She encouraged. He did, and she shoved the spoonful on ice cream into his mouth, surprising him a little.

"...Thank you?" He said timidly. The ice cream tasted good, but he'd been majorly taken off guard.

"Want some more? We gotta fork you could use!" Harley pondered a little. "You could use a knife too. But all our knives are a little sharp, right Red?" Ivy grunted a little in acknowledgement. "Lemme get you a fork." S he found a fork with a bent prong in one or the drawers and tossed it at Dick.

"Thankyou." Dick was a little unsure of eating ice cream so close to bedtime, but she was being very persuasive (threatening). He scooped a little out with his fork. the fork tasted a little like hand sanitizer, but he didn't want to be rude.

"So, you're Bruce Wayne's brat." She looked at Ivy. "That's some'in' I never thought. He's  the easiest way to get cash!"

Ivy looked at her. She didn't like Bruce Wayne (She was wholeheartedly behind the idea of 'all men must die'), but recently Bruce Wayne had changed at over half his regional company buildings to renewable Energy, so he was off of her death list for now. "Don't you want Cat to bring you a snickers bar?"

Harley stopped. Millions of dollars was great, but was it greater than Snickers... She devoured another ten spoonfuls of ice cream (She hadn't eaten in days), before deciding that Snickers trumped all.

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Selina arrived back around one am. She'd had a close run in with the cops, but  had ultimately gotten away. She unlocked the door. The lights were out, but the TV was on, playing some cheesy horror movie. 

Harley was completely out, gripping an empty tub of ice cream against her chest. Ivy was half-spooning Harley, half- watching the screen in an exhausted stupor. 

"Where's Dick?"

"Fuck if I know." Was her drowsy response.

Selina searched a little, finally checking the bathroom. Dick was passed out on the floor, next to the plants in the shower. He was fast asleep, clutching a stuffed elephant in his arms, and completely unaware of the vine that had laced its way around his ankle. She knew better than to try to pull it off.

"A plant's holding him, what do I do?" She whispered.

"mm." Ivy shifted a little. "Spray bottle under the sink."

Selina found the bottle and spritzed the vine, which instantly retracted. She slid out of her costume, and into some sweats, picked Dick up, grabbed his backpack, and walked the kid out to the car.

She dropped him off in his own bed, and waited up for Bruce.

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Bruce got back at about six am to find Selina napping in his bed, and Dick asleep in his. He tried to quiz her on what happened, why Dick was still in his clothes from the previous day, why he was covered in band-aids, and why he seemed to have a rash on his legs, but her only response was to toss him a bottle of tea tree oil, say 'Clear your schedule on Thursday', and jump out the window.

By the time he went to wake Dick up for breakfast, the boy was already up and panicking, searching his room.

"What's wrong, Dick?"

"I can't find Peanut!" He exclaimed, researching the covers. "He's gone!"

Bruce almost started panicking himself, that toy was one of the only things that could calm Dick down when he missed the circus. "Maybe he'll show up somewhere. Let's look around after breakfast." 

Dick sullenly agreed, following him downstairs. Bruce went to check for mail while the boy went on to the kitchen. It wasn't just mail he found: on the from step, there was what looked like a carboard box. He picked it up and realized it was a cleaned our tub of Rocky Road ice cream. Cautiously he opened it. 

To his surprise, it contained a Stuffed elephant and a wilting rose petal. 

There were Roses in the garden, so he expected that Dick had been playing a game yesterday, and forgot he left that out there. He hastened to the kitchen to return the plushie to its owner.

Shortly after breakfast, Dick was sent up to his room to put on clean clothes. Bruce was just passing his ward's door, as Dick was changing his shirt, and something caught his eye.

"Dickie, what's on your back?" Dick turned around, trying, to look at his back which he obviously couldn't do. Bruce held Dick's shoulder still and read what was scribbled on his back in Crayola marker:

Just lettin' ya know... We Coulda stolen this.
                                                                                 HARLY QUiNN
                                                               Ivy

Selina Kyle had some fucking explaining to do.