Robin glanced up and peered through the one way mirror. "How has she been doing since my last visit?" He asked solemnly.
Dr. Marty, the head of hospital and an older man with many wrinkles, stepped beside Robin. He answered back, "Sadly, there hasn't been much break through. She's stilling dealing with deep issues and psychotic episodes. Pamela doesn't exist in her mind. I'm sorry John, but the person in that room is just Poison Ivy."
Robin swallowed back bitterness as he asked, "So she still believes men are bad?"
Dr. Marty said unhappily, "Wouldn't you think that way if you had her abusive past?"
Robin nodded his head and stared longing at his only love before him wearing white clothing. In her delicate hands Ivy held a red rose. "Excuse me, but I have to do a consultation with her."
Robin waved Dr. Marty forward to attend his business and glanced back to Ivy. There she picked off one petal at a time and mumbled, "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me…." The last petal lay between her thumb and index finger and Dr. Marty entered the room with a clip board. She whispered with a smile, "Figures. He loves me not." She placed her chained hands up onto the table and said to Dr. Marty, "Hello Marty. I do hope I didn't scare Dr. Randall too bad. You know me, I like my fun."
Dr. Marty sighed, "My apologies Ivy, but Dr. Randall has transferred to another psych ward."
"Oh," Ivy gave a mocking disappointed expression with her lips pouting. "Well I do hope this next psychologist has a better attitude to my games. What's his name?"
"Trying to strangle him with dental floss is nothing of a laughing matter," Dr. Marty said troubled. The door began to open as he added, "And Dr. Quinzel will be attending to you."
Standing with papers in her hand, a tall woman with blonde hair tied back in a tight bun said, "Good morning Dr. Marty." She straightened her black glasses that matched her black lipstick. Dr. Quinzel smiled toward Ivy and added, "Shall we begin our session Miss. Ivy?"
Ivy rolled her green eyes and slouched down more in her chair. She said bored, "It's just Ivy."
Dr. Marty went through the other doorway to where Robin stayed and said, "I feel changing the gender will make her less aggressive."
"Keep me in touch, Doc," Robin replied as he retrieved his leather jacket. Dr. Marty gave a small smile as he escorted Robin out of the building, "I shall."
With Robin granted accesses from the last gate, he sat on his motor cycle ready to place his helmet on. But like a disease, he had to glance back to the place that held the one person he always cared and loved. Robin's heart seemed to sink in dismay when reading the sign swinging back and forth. Arkham Asylum. He hated leaving her there, but at the moment Pamela need help to find herself after Dr. Woodrue messed with her mind. Robin thought direction changed to guilt. In order to protect Ivy, he had burned the truth of everything Sidon held. No one would know that about the missing 203 people, the crazy experiments, but mostly Ivy's Murder. Robin shook his head from those dark thoughts and stared back at the building. Hopefully someday, they could reunite under better circumstances. But until then, Robin revved his motorbike and kicked dirt up as he continued to protect Gotham.