Poison Ivy checked if her roses needed water, and a set of voices distracted her.

A new doctor, no an intern, strolled by with one of the asylum's psychiatrists. She wore black-rimmed glasses and a well-fitted lab coat. Her hair was a perfect shade of blonde, pulled back into a perfectly neat bun.

The fresh face glanced in Ivy's direction, locking gazes for a brief second.

Ivy's heart quivered, but she ignored it. A year would pass before Ivy realized she had developed a crush on the little blonde.

The doctor's name would be changed to Harley Quinn by then.