Us Against the World
Chapter One: Therapy
POV: Poison Ivy
My name is Pamela Lillian Isley. Well, that was my name. Now I go by Poison Ivy. I don't care much for people. Just one person: Harley Quinn. I love her with all my heart, but she is hopelessly devoted to the Joker. I'll admit, there are a couple people that I am fond of, but not many.
Like the guards, dragging me to my therapy session, I despise them. They're all perverts and jackasses. However, the therapist, Dr. Gibson (the staff isn't allowed to tell us their full names), he's okay. He seems to like Harley, so I tolerate him.
The guards practically threw me into the door before they opened it. After I walk in, I can still hear them snickering. I am greeted by a man who looks to be in his mid-thirties, has shaggy brown hair, glasses, and is very thin.
"Hello, Pamela."
I don't answer.
"Oh that's right, you like to be called Poison Ivy. Hello, Ivy."
Sigh. "Hello, Dr. Gibson."
We sit across from each other.
"I have to say, Ivy, you've been improving a lot lately."
"Thank you." For some reason, I actually mean that.
"Now, for today's session, I want you to tell me about your childhood, up to the present."
"No thanks, I don't feel comfortable spilling my life's story to a doctor that I hardly know."
"Alright then, pretend I'm someone you care about."
"I don't care about anyone."
"Come on, there has to be at least one person you truly like."
Harley. I don't say that though, of course. But after a couple minutes of awkward silence, I mumble "Harley."
"I'm sorry what was that?"
"Harley." I say, more firmly.
"Ah, yes, Miss Quinn. I really miss my sessions with her. She'd always be in such a happy mood. She really brightened my day."
"Yeah, she has a habit of doing that." I smile once we start talking about Harley.
Dr. Gibson becomes serious and asks me "Do you love her?"
I sigh and say "Yes. Please don't tell anyone."
"Don't worry, nothing said in here leaves. And there are no video cameras. Do you think she loves you back?"
"I don't know. Maybe." It seems good old Dr. Gibson has forgotten what he wanted to hear from me in the first place.
"You're only fooling yourself. Do you think she loves you?"
"I doubt it. I don't even know if she likes girls. Plus she's madly in love with the Joker. How am I supposed to compete with him?"
"The Joker is a psychotic clown that will find any excuse to beat Harley. He doesn't even care about her." I wondered how the Dr. knew this, and then I realized he has probably had sessions with the Joker. He continues "You genuinely care for Harley, you make her smile, and you will do anything to protect her. I think the real question here is; how is the Joker supposed to compete with you?"
I smile at his words of wisdom. After about a minute or two of silence he says "I think this is a good place to end today's session. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thank you, Doctor."
As soon as the doors open and I see the two guards, my happiness dies. They both grab one of my arms and jerk me back to my cell.
Once we get there, they literally throw me into the wall. I can hear the Riddler and Two-Face chuckle on either side of me. I can see Bane, in the cell across from Riddler, grinning. I yell at them to shut up, and to my surprise, they all do.
I guess they're kind of afraid of me. I smile triumphantly, but realize it's nothing to be proud of. I walk over to my bed, pull the covers over my head, and groan. All I can think about is Harley. God, I wish she was right here next to me.