Emily took a chair and sat down at the huge organ at the back of the church and began to randomly press keys pretending to compose a sad masterpiece. This was her tenth day in the prison and she'd yet to explore more of the place as Cash was keeping a close eye on her just like he promised. So she spent her time shadowing and helping the doctors, she had learnt a lot over her first few days; cleaning and stitching wounds and how to bandage a broken arm properly.

Whenever she wasn't needed her thoughts would turn to the villains living in the city. She had no fear about meeting the Joker and Harley again, Bane had helped her in the asylum, Victor wasn't nice but she wasn't planning on going to visit him. In her head she counted and named the villains she hadn't met yet: Two-Face, the Penguin, Black Mask, Mr Freeze, Mad Hatter and Catwoman just to name a few. But Emily wondered if her younger self had already met some of Gotham's infamous. She had encounters with the Riddler and Calendarman in the asylum as a child so it was likely she still had a lot of memories to unlock.

"Emily!" Cash called taking her away from her thoughts. She followed him into his tiny office which was a small room that used to hoarded bibles. There were two rotting bookcases and a desk pressed up against it as if it were trying to hold them together. Sitting on the desk was a lamp, a cloth and a picture of Cash's family.

"Is everything all right?" she asked. He looked nervous, rubbing his face and leaning on the desk, he then crossed his arms tightly and stared at the floor.

After a moment of silence he finally looked at her and spoke "Do you want to come on a patrol with Eddie, Anne, Martin and me?"

"What made you change your mind?" she couldn't stop the smile at the corners of her mouth.

"I can't keep you in here forever, plus Eddie won't shut up about it." he replied and gave a quick glance in his colleagues direction.

Emily chuckled in triumph, she was glad to know that Eddie had her back. Over a short period of time Eddie and Emily had gotten close. During one of their card games she remembered that Eddie was one of the few to survive Arkham Asylum, he had to watch his friends die from Joker's poison gas and he had been possessed by Poison Ivy, she couldn't believe that he'd still want to work in a Arkham facility.

Eddie had a friendly round face and was a little podgey, and before Emily showed up he was the youngest member in the Medical Protection Team. He was very charming and told a lot of bad jokes, he acted like a big brother and tried to keep conversations as light-hearted as possible which Emily was thankful for.

"I'd very much like that Cash."

He nodded, "Yeah I know. Wait here and I'll get you some protective gear."

Alone in the office Emily picked up the framed photo of Cash and his family she wiped away the dust collecting on the glass. There had to be photos of her as a child somewhere, surely some were taken in the asylum so she made a mental note to ask Cash later if he had any of her but chances of ever getting one were slim. Cash soon returned with a heavy looking vest, he helped her put it on and went over some rules that she barely paid attention to.

"We're scouting Park Row, if some inmates won't come to us then we'll go to them" Martin told her as he was packing up medical supplies. She was given a rucksack filled with bandages and other healing products; half an hour later after going over a standard health and safety procedure the team took to the cities streets.

In Park Row you would come across many places and the temptation to explore the Courthouse, Harvey Dent's old office, the ACE Chemicals building and Crime Alley was boiling inside her. She expected the group to attract a lot of bad attention but slowly inmates would approach Cash or another member of the team with their hands displayed to prove they had no weapons then they'd be treated for their illness. During the first two hours the medical team had seen bloody noses, swollen eyes, stab wounds and broken bones, they helped a lot of people but she never heard anyone say 'thanks'.

"Please...please I, need help" groaned a bearded inmate walking towards them clutching his side.

The doctors got him to lie on the ground so they could inspect his injury, the man explained between short breaths that he fell from a staircase on to a sharp piece of scrap metal. Seeing the deep cut and the amount of blood falling on to the wet pavement Emily decided to take a step back at let the doctors do their job. It was surprising to her how quiet the city was, there were no riots or cars on fire but she guessed that either TwoFace or Penguin had yet to be incarcerated so there weren't any gang wars at the moment.

Sticking close up she wondered around and studied the old buildings. Emily didn't dare peak inside but she could feel hundreds of eye on her, the people inside she compared the to the homeless living in the Gotham streets, not all of them bad, just trying to survive. Doors swung open and close with the gentlest of winds creaking and rattling, she moved towards one of the apartment buildings and looked around for something heavy. In her hands she picked up five bricks from a pile of rubble then wedged them against a door and from the corner of her eye caught a small glow of red and green. The Baudelaire flower shop.

Emily approached the boarded up shop and kept glancing behind her to make sure that the team and Cash weren't watching her. All you could see through the broken window were vines thick and thin, tangled up and no space to move around in. She knew the story of the Baudelaire flower store but Emily wanted to witness it for herself.

One last quick glance at the medical team, she lightly brushed the rough green leaf with her finger tips and felt the buzz of a memory begging to perform for her. Placing her other hand on a large vine to get a better connection, she closed her eyes and opened her first memory in Arkham City. As she began to access the memory it felt like television static was itching behind her eyes then within a few moments it cleared away and revealed new surroundings.

The shop was a lot smaller than Emily expected, everywhere you turned you were greeted with the colour green with hints of flowery reds, blues and pinks. The scents of every exotic flower and house plant were strong and overpowered Emily almost making her lose control of the memory, it even began to make her eyes water.

In front of her Pamela sat behind the counter her eyes glued to the floor, her arms were crossed but Emily noticed that she was digging her fingernails into her skin. It was completely silent and although Emily wasn't physically there she felt that is she made any noise at all it would shatter the tension in the shop into pieces. There was a unpleasant ding of the shop door bell and a gentlemen walked through, Emily stepped aside to let him pass even though she was sure that the man would have just walked through her like a ghost.

"Excuse me? I'm looking for a nice bouquet of flowers for my wife...something romantic?" asked the customer, each word he spoke was heavy with guilt. At first Pamela didn't respond to him but Emily sensed that his words had triggered something within her.

Slowly lifting her head to meet his gaze, a hard smile formed on her lips and she politely replied, "Just one moment sir." Pamela then went into the back of the shop and a few minutes later returned carrying a huge bunch of red and white roses with ivy dripping down the sides. She handed them over to the customer, "Will these do, sir?"

"Oh yes! They look perfect" he carefully took them from Pamela's hands to admire the roses up close, "How much do I owe?"

"You owe me your life!" Pamela cried out and suddenly the ivy grew at intense speed up his arms. He started to scream but as the ivy wrapped itself around his throat and tighten, the thorns from the roses dug into his hands piercing his flesh all the way through to the bone. Pamela seemed to float in mid air as her skin returned to it's green colour, her hair broke free of its band and turned a darker crimson then finally her eyes flashed green. The smile she had on her face looked like relief, as if she had wanted to let go for a long time.

The man was barely alive now, he was on the floor unable to move with eyes wide with horror and tears running down his cheeks that splashed on to the flowers that were getting closer to him for complete suffocation.

Pamela petted her vines with care and gave a sweet sigh, "I feel so much better." Her eyes fell to the dead man and she gave a smirk then with her power watched as a variety of flowers grew out from his mouth and nose. The green lady threw her head back and laughed, she hated these meat sacks the ruined the Earth and it was so enjoyable punishing them.

Pamela Isley was gone. Poison Ivy was back.

Ivy simply stepped over the body and bashed down the door with her plants. Emily couldn't see what was going on outside but she heard screams, sirens and cars crashing into other objects and vehicles, chaos began very quickly in Gotham.

Deciding that she has seen enough Emily let go of the memory and returned to her state only to find herself being shaken furiously by a worried looking Cash.

"Hey! Stop it Cash I'm alright!"

"Oh thank God!" he grabbed her by the shoulders "What happened? Why didn't you answer me?!"

Emily wasn't sure how to answer him, she opened her mouth before deciding if she should tell the truth or lie "Cash I..." Say something!

"Spit it out Emily!" Cash demanded.

"I've got magical powers!"