Once Batman had helped the Arkham Asylum personnel secure Poison Ivy in her cell and left, Harley's enslaved minions immediately released Pamela.

"What the hell!?" she exclaimed in utter shock. Suddenly the people in front of her stepped aside to let someone come near Poison Ivy. Oh, no! Not her, Pam mentally face-palmed.

"Hiyah, Red! Long time no see," Harley cheerfully greeted her friend. Although she should have been annoyed by the female clown's presence, Pamela's was more focused on the asylum staff bowing to Harley and her attire. To Poison Ivy's complete confusion, Harleen Quinzel was standing nude in front of her.

"What... What is going on here!?" Pamela lost her composure.

Harley lifted a finger to her chin in mock contemplation. "I remember somethin' 'bout stuff. Not sure anymore," she answered. She suddenly appeared more cheerful. "I know what will help you understand," she yelled before she strode to Pam and kissed her full on the lips.

But instead of being turned into a mindless sex-craving slave, Poison Ivy was merely shocked. She pushed away the nude woman who fell on her ass in disbelief.

"Wha- wha- what tha! Why aren't'cha all gaga, Red?" Harley asked, her eyes wide with shock. What the clown couldn't know was that as a mistress of seduction and lust-induced mind-control, Poison Ivy was one of the very few beings on the planet who were immune to the Pink Lantern Rings.

"What are you talking about you dimwitted bimbo?" Pamela cried out angrily.

Harley's expression was matching the Plant Lady's. For a moment she considered beating the other woman silly, but a better idea popped out in Harley's head. She just had to call her best henchmen to punish Poison Ivy in her stead. Pamela was shocked out of her mind when both Bane and Killer Croc obediently came to stand on either side of Harley.

"Since I can't make you into my mistresses' slutty slave, I'll just ask my two favourite studs to fuck you until you become one of us," Harley explained with a wicked grin.