At the mention of Harleen's name, Pamela's eyes instantly softened, filled with tenderness.
"She was my light."
Perhaps Harley Quinn, whose heart and mind now held nothing but the Joker, no longer remembered the Poison Ivy who had been unable to make sense of who she was back then. But Pamela Isley would never forget Harleen, the blonde, slightly shy psychologist with the gentle smile.
Harleen Quinzel was the only psychologist who had ever found her way into Pamela's heart.
Back then, Pamela Isley had just been betrayed by Doctor Wood, a man she had trusted. Exploiting her lack of social skills, he had lured her into his research institute. Once she had buried herself in her work and developed a new biochemical agent that could dramatically accelerate plant growth, even alter plants' toxicity and vitality, he had immediately revealed his true colors.
Not only had he tried to steal her research, Doctor Wood had also used her as a ready-made living test subject. The plant toxins she had developed with her own hands, mixed with Wood's assortment of concoctions, had been forcibly injected into her veins. The toxins had violently clashed and fused with her genes, the agony nearly tearing her body apart.
Or rather, Pamela Isley had already died then.
But for some unknown reason, the plant toxins had ultimately fused completely with her genes. Chlorophyll had replaced her blood, bringing her back from hell into this hell on earth.
When she had awakened from that haze of agony and despair, Wood had long since vanished with the research data, leaving only her utterly transformed self behind-her skin tinged an unnatural pale green, plant toxins flowing through her veins. She could live in symbiosis with plants, and just as easily take human lives.
Looking at the flowers and