Poison Ivy leaned against the door to her greenhouse, panting slightly. The run across the city had tired her and the fact that it was blowing a blizzard outside didn't help. Shaking snowflakes out of her hair, Poison Ivy glided past the rows of plants, petting any that look particularly wilted, until she came to a cradle in the middle of the greenhouse. A little girl giggled inside and Ivy smiled as she leaned in. She'd found the child at a park, crying for a mother who evidentally had abandoned her. Ivy had taken her home and cared for her and, when Ivy was away in Arkham, either Harley or the plants would look after the girl.

The child, barely more than a baby, settled down now that it appeared that nobody else was going to come in and closed her eyes. Poison Ivy lovingly gazed on her 'daughter''s face and, very softly, began to sing.

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green,

Ivy ran fast, dilly dilly, and got away clean.

The Batman pursued, dilly dilly, but he caught her not,

So mother returned, dilly dilly, to sing by your cot.

Revenge is sweet, dilly dilly, as is the rose,

Plants love the sun, dilly dilly, but still it snows.

When it is Spring, dilly dilly, then we shall play,

But now until then, dilly dilly, inside we must stay.

The frost hurts us so, dilly dilly, but it will not last,

And when it is gone, dilly dilly, the buds will bloom fast.

So now we wait, dilly dilly, for Summer and Spring,

For we shall be queens, dilly dilly, no need for a king.