Pale Flower

Dr. Harleen Quinzel made her way to her bosses office at Arkham Asylum. She had graduated from High school with high marks and because of that she got a scholarship to Gotham University. She also passed all of her classes with top marks all while keeping up with the gymnast training. Her trip to Arkham was a tough one but she had made it.

"Dr. Quinzel, your getting your fist assignment today" Dr. Rosin handed her a folder.

"Who do ya got for me"? Harley opened the file.

"One Pamela Isely, I've picked you as her psychoanalyst because her pheromones might not work on you"

"Might not"?

"Nothing is 100 percent"

"Then I'll be positive and say this couldn't be easier" Harley made her way through the grey halls until she saw interview room 'B'. There were two guards posted outside of the door leading inside.

"Go on inside Dr. Quinzel" The guard spoke as he opened the door. The room was just as gray as the hallways outside. One might call it cold and boring. The only source of color came from her red headed patient. The green skinned prisoner wore a orange jumpsuit and was cuffed to a metal chair.

Harley turned back to the guard "Could I get a key to her cuffs"?

"You sure"?

"Of course I'm sure, this is supposed to be a friendly environment" The guard handed her a key and left the room.

Harley unlocked her patient's restraints and sat down opposite the red head. "Hello, I am Dr. Harleen Quinzel your new counselor"

"Good afternoon, Dr. Quinzel" Poison Ivy spoke "You may call me Poison Ivy"

"Actually we're supposed to use your real name during this session"

"Oh, I was under the impression this was supposed to be a 'friendly environment'"

"... well if I hafta call ya Ivy then you hafta call me Harley" Harley smiled at Ivy.

"Okay...Harley"

"Right, now how about ya' tell me about", Harley flipped through the folder "Your childhood"?

Ivy laughed "How about you tell me yours"?

"I'm supposed ta ask ya about this stuff"

"What if we each share a story,to hmm connect more"?

"... that makes sense"

"Now you can start"

"Alrighty... ooh I got a story for ya when I was just a freshman in high school I saw a flower" Harley smiled to herself "It was surrounded by all these other plants and it wasn't getting' any sunlight, it was paler than any other flower I ever saw" Harley shifted in her seat " I brought it home and gave it some TLC and it grew n' grew until it was strong enough ta stand on its own"

"What happened to this flower"? Ivy was lent in.

"Well I had this flower through all of high school, it was there when I graduated at the top of my class, anyway so it was time for college an' I left it with my family" Harley's smile faded "I came home to catch up with everyone" Harley cleared her throat "And it turns out my dad was arrested an' no one told me" Harley sniffed.

"The flower"? Ivy asked with a worried look on her face.

"I went up ta my room... an it was dead, they let the flower die" Harley wiped a tear from her eye and looked down at her watch "I think our session is over for today"

"..." Ivy looked into her lap deep in thought.

"I'll just go now" Harley got up from her chair,straitened her outfit and left the room.