I skim the rooftops with ease. I remember when this was still fun. Actually, I'm pretty sure it still would be if I wasn't on a race against time to save the only bestfriend I had left. I didn't think it was possible to feel like more of a failure after letting Harley go and losing my sister once again. This was my last chance. If I couldn't find Ivy before dusk, it'd be all over. No chance at redemption, forever alone. I couldn't hit rock bottom again. This time, there'd be no one to help me get back up. I know I can't listen to what my sister said about my "demons", but I'm beginning to think I really am cursed. I don't wanna jinx myself, but it'd be just like life to drop Batman in my path. I forgot I'm racing against him too. A sweet, alluring scent catches my nose. I drop down silently, no time to ponder about the stealthiest entrance. My nails will do just fine. I trace a circle, push the glass through, and fit my hand in to unlock the door from the inside. Sliding into the building, I sprint through the many corridors following that uniquely delicious scent that can only belong to Pamela. My curse is lifted, the building's completely abandoned. If this was ever one of The Joker's hide outs he's long gone now. It's a good thing and a bad thing. As much as I want to make that clown pay my bestfriend is my first priority. I stop dead in my tracks, almost overrunning the crude burial in my haste. I see the makeshift headstone. Blood is red, bruises are blue. Put that together and the gardener is through. Love, Joker and Harley. Ha Ha Ha. Sick bastard. Lying, traitorous bitch. I'll get you both, just you wait. Pamela's scent is too fresh she has to be alive. I throw my gloves to the side and pull the rubble off piece by piece. By the time I'm done my hands are a bloody mess. I slide my gloves back on and carefully drop down into the now exposed crater. I flip night vision on. The sight before my eyes will no doubt lead to nightmares for the rest of my life. "Pamela..?" I drop to my knees. My bestfriend resembles a wilted flower. She's brown skin and bones. Her dry hair is falling out in patches of grayish brown. Her eyes are the color of weeds which I can only see through drooping slits. It's painful to watch her as she uses what energy she has left to mutter one faint moan. I stand and lean down to gather her up in my arms. The sudden movement makes her groan in agony. I scale the deep pit and climb out. "It's okay. Let's get you some water." I'm running as fast as I can. I'm anxious to find some kind of water. I know I have to hurry, she won't hold out for much longer. I hear a strangled sound and look around. Who's here? It goes on but I still can't smell another scent. Then I realize it's Ivy. She's trying to say something. "Yes?" Her word comes out in a wheeze, "Foun..ten.." "Found ten..?" She's out of it, I can't expect her to make much sense. Wait. Found ten? Foun ten. Fountain. "Fountain! The lobby!" Pamela's parched lips twitch up at the corners in a pathetic attempt at a smile. It makes my heart pound painfully and I some how find the power to push my legs harder. When we reach the lobby I all but dive towards the fountain and drop her in. I wait.. and wait.. It's too late.. she doesn't resurface. I turn around, "I've failed. I've let someone else down. I can't believe it. How am I so selfish - " There's a splashing sound. "Aw, Selina. You were worried about me." A smile slowly spreads across my face. I contain my utter bliss and turn back to face my recovered bestfriend. "Don't push your luck there, Ivy." She rolls her fresh, moss colored eyes. Her skin is damp, her face a radiant golden green. "I wouldn't dream of it. Now, let's get out of here." I straighten up and pounce at the exit. "You don't have to tell me twice." As I exit with my miracle, I think perhaps I'm not such a failure after all.