Poison Ivy was surprised when Dr. Leland came down and brought her up from solitary confinement escorted by a group of guards. She had moved Ivy into one of the nicer cells which held the less dangerous patients. After what Ivy had done, she wasn't sure why she wasn't being put into the high security cells if anything. Dr. Leland sent the guards away and shut the cell door behind her to give the two women some privacy. The doctor looked exhausted, but gave her a sad look. After the dream Ivy had last night, she was feeling better when she got out of that cell, but the look Dr. Leland gave her made her want to start crying all over again. She knew she was about to receive bad news and had a pretty good idea as to what it was, but she wouldn't acknowledge her negative thoughts yet. That horrific dream took a lot out of her and she didn't plan on talking to Dr. Leland about it.

Dr. Leland sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the side next to her for Ivy to sit down. Deciding to listen for once, Ivy sat beside her psychiatrist. She had to hand it to Dr. Leland as she was rarely afraid of any of the worst people locked up in Arkham. It was strange, she thought, that the other freaks, such as Joker, never harmed her. It was kind of funny how she was the only psychiatrist there that nobody would think to harm.

"Pamela, I have some news for you," she said in a quiet voice. Ivy remained silent. "Roselyn called me today and she has cancelled the visitations." The news came as a shock and she felt as if she was going to throw up, something she hadn't done since she'd become part plant.

"No, she can't," Ivy found herself saying as she bunched the blanket in her hands, gripping it tightly.

"I'm sorry," the psychiatrist said even though Ivy knew she had predicted this.

"What did exactly did she say?" Ivy dared herself to ask.

"She said she couldn't continue with this cycle and she had to break it."

"A cycle?" Ivy murmured as she stared at the ground.

"The cycle of you breaking out of here, murdering people, apologizing to her, and doing exactly what you said you wouldn't do again. Pamela, the apologies mean nothing to her if you continue to hurt her in the same way over and over again. She's simply had enough. There isn't much more to say," Dr. Leland explained. Ivy had nothing to say and kept her tears back until Dr. Leland said she'd leave her alone for a while. Once she left, the floodgates opened and Ivy curled up on her bed like she used to do after she went home after a day in the lab with Dr. Jason Woodrue.

Meanwhile, Harley sneaked into Arkham Asylum dressed as a nurse and carried that ridiculously large duffel bag stuffed with binders of research she never looked through. She wouldn't know what to filter out anyway as Ivy understood this stuff more than Harley would ever dream of. The blonde didn't even get any stares as she scanned a random badge she found into the system. The person who was supposed to be monitoring the area was, as per usual, looking at a porn magazine and grumbled. She would have loved to make some sexual moan to screw with his head, but she couldn't do that. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps on the way out Harley would have some fun and then maybe kill him just because she might feel like it.

The codes never changed since when she worked there. Whoever was in charge of security ultimately sucked and Harley didn't really mind since she was able to get into the computer room and look up where Poison Ivy was staying. It was an easy system and all she had to do was type in Isley and her room would come up. Harley was expecting solitary confinement, so she was shocked when Ivy was on a main level and in one of the better rooms. Harley shrugged, or at least tried to but that damn bag was weighing her shoulder down, and made her way to Ivy's room.

Harley had become a pro at picking locks and figuring out codes to the electronic ones. All she had to do was find the greasy fingerprints the guards left and whichever one was greasier was the number they hit first. Harley opened the door easily and flawlessly, stepping into Ivy's room. She hadn't been sure how she was going to react since Ivy still wasn't happy with her about her threat to Rosie's life, but maybe she'd come around. What she didn't expect to find was Ivy curled up on her bed and shaking. Harley shut the door behind her and took a deep breath. "I told you to leave me alone," Ivy said and Harley had never heard her sound broken before.

"Red?" Harley said quietly, placing the bag on the floor.

"Harley?" Ivy hadn't expected her. "Get out."

"Red…"

"I said get out!" Ivy said harshly, whipping her head around to glare at her and obviously forgot about her tear stained face. Harley had seen Ivy cry a little before, but not like that. Although anger was directed at her, tears continued to fall down the plant woman's face. Harley never really thought about her actions and didn't think twice about sitting down next to Ivy and pulling her into a strong hug. "Go away." Her voice was tired and she gave up pushing away when Harley wouldn't let go.

"I've got ya and I'm not goin' nowhere," Harley said. It was her turn to be the strong one. Ivy had always been the one to hold her when she was upset or scared which was more often than Harley would like to admit. Harley couldn't remember a time Ivy looked this vulnerable and she didn't think there had been a time since she had known her. She was always there when Harley needed her and now Harley was going to be there for Ivy. "This all has to do with Rosie, huh?"

"She doesn't want to see me anymore," Ivy admitted.

"She'll come around."

"She's a smart girl," Ivy rested her forehead against Harley's shoulder. As much as she probably disliked her, it was obvious Ivy needed someone and the only one available was Harley. She'd never do this in front of Dr. Leland and the only other person she'd probably allow her to know she was still human was Rosie who apparently wanted nothing to do with her. "She told me to stop, but I…I didn't…"

"You'll see her again," Harley kept her positive attitude. "So what if you messed up a little? Everybody makes mistakes. I should know," Harley pulled away to look into Ivy's green eyes. "Because my biggest mistake was leavin' you again and going with Mistah J and threatening to kill little Rosie," Harley admitted.

"What are you saying?" Even upset, Ivy could be intimidating.

"I found this," Harley had to break eye contact so she wouldn't get off the bed and sit on the floor because Ivy belonged on a thrown while she belonged building the pyramids or digging holes for plants (whatever it was Ivy may have had slaves do back in ancient Egypt). "I was bein' a fly on the wall last night when she dropped it." Harley took the locket out from her shirt and unclasped it from around her neck, handing it to Ivy.

"Her locket," she whispered. She didn't dare open it up to look at the picture; instead, she opted to hold it tightly in her fist.

"When I found it and put it on, I pretended just for a little bit that it was mine and we were a family. Red, I want that."

"Want what? The locket?"

"No," Rosie shook her head. "What that locket represents. Pam, I want to be with you."

"No you don't. You say that now, but you'll go back to him. You always do."

"I get it," Harley said. "I don't expect you to trust me right away. But someday, Red, we're gonna have our family and Rosie's gonna be in it."

"I don't know, Harley. Even if this strange fantasy of yours comes true, it's not like I have custody over her. Rosie has a family. She's got Barbara Gordon and that asshole Dick Grayson."

"So?" Harley shrugged. "She'd come over and visit us. It's kinda like when parents are divorced but you and Barbara get along better than most parents."

"Don't you dare joke about this."

"I'm not joking," Harley smiled. "Not this time. I'm serious. I could have come here to spring Joker, but I didn't. I came here to see you and only you." She used her thumbs to wipe away Ivy's tears. She briefly wondered if her tears were toxic; she wouldn't know anymore since Ivy pretty much made her immune to all toxins.

"What's in the bag?" Ivy asked.

"Oh! I almost forgot! So, get this. I found this lab in the area you were in," she sprung from the bed and went over to where she plopped the bag down. She began to explain what she had stumbled upon last night, mentioning Not George (because he lied about his name), how she scared him (she had to hold back her insanely loud laughter so nobody came in the room), and how she grabbed all these random binders because she thought these were the things Ivy might have been looking for.

"Harley, you're a genius!" Ivy declared and the blonde blushed as she handed over the bag of research. "I was trying to find out if Rosie is biologically related to me and he told me she is, but in here could be the solid evidence I need!" She was excited, but Harley frowned.

"Red, that means the man I met was…I shoulda killed him!"

"Doesn't matter he's dead to me anyway." Ivy was scanning the research quickly but efficiently. Suddenly, she shut the binder and went back to the safety of her bed. "But what would Rosie think if she found out I was reading his research?" Ivy murmured.

"Hey, it's okay," Harley grabbed the binders and piled them up under the bed before climbing in bed with Ivy. They were both on their sides facing each other, Harley's arm around Ivy holding her close. The change of emotions made Harley's inner psychiatrist worry. However, it seemed like whenever Rosie was mentioned Ivy would get upset.

"This hurts more than when they wouldn't let me see her, Harley. She doesn't want anything to do with me this time. She called me Ivy to my face. I fucked up. I just want one more chance to hold her and tell her how much she means to me, even if it is for the last time." Ivy shut her eyes tightly and Harley guided her so that her head was tucked underneath the blonde's chin. Harley was going to be with Ivy through thick and thin. And she was going to find Rosie and have a long talk with her because if she didn't, who would?

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Next chapter: some information about Rosie's past.