Roselyn found that she actually slept a full eight hours when she woke up the next morning. Although there wasn't a clock anywhere, she had a feeling she slept through the night considering it was now light out. Despite the jungle Khaalid created within the greenhouse and botanical gardens, there were still patches where the sun was able to shine through which indicated it was mid-morning. She couldn't remember the last time she slept so well and her head finally felt clear and she didn't have to think through so much fogginess. She frowned when she remembered how she left Barbara the previous night and felt guilty that she had resorted to desperate measures. But it felt like Rosie had been drowning in that house, her life, and she had to get out of it before she did something worse than harming herself physically in order to feel closer to a species she was never truly close to.

Rosie knew Barbara would be upset that she left, but she was the strongest person Rosie knew and she had a feeling Barbara would overcome it and realize Rosie was holding her back from living her life. Did she want Barbara out of her life? Most definitely not. However, she needed to do what was best for herself and Barbara and she felt this was it. Khaalid was just like Rosie and he seemed to have a better handling on their situation of not being completely human.

Roselyn wasn't entirely sure why, but she felt as if she had been reborn. Her future wasn't so important anymore and she could relax. She didn't need to worry about working hard for grades that wouldn't mean anything considering nobody would ever hire her. Furthermore, she didn't need to stress about applying to colleges in a year and dealing with people rejecting her. She didn't need to worry about getting more letters in the mail telling her things she was already quite aware of. Finally, she didn't need to get upset over Damian's texts because he wasn't family anymore (perhaps he never really was) and the hurt she felt from them wasn't there.

It had been less than twelve hours, but Rosie already felt so refreshed. She knelt in the flowerbed she slept in and reached her arms up, stretching, and feeling liberated. Rosie stood up and actually wanted to eat something. This was rare lately because she'd been, well, too crazy to eat much. Food wasn't important to her at the time. It really wasn't important to her now, she thought, because she was already getting energy from the sun which tended to fill the void of having low blood sugar normal humans and animals suffered from. Eating could wait, she told herself, because the thought of eating made her feel like the cruel people who had hurt her so deeply.

Rosie wanted to see her brother before her thoughts got too dark.

She followed where the plants told her to go and eventually found her brother with paper and a pencil in his hand, drawing out something. She didn't think he'd be the one to doodle or be an artist, so she was confused for a moment. He took a bite from a tomato he accepted from a plant and placed it down on the table. It was actually quite comical because Rosie never saw someone bite into a tomato like an apple. She let out a soft laugh and Khaalid didn't turn to look at her, but smirked. "I assume you slept well," he stated, his Somali accent apparent.

"I haven't slept so well in a while," Rosie admitted. "What are you doing?"

"Planning."

"For what?" she asked.

"I shouldn't keep this a secret for you. Essentially, my goal is to take over Gotham and take it from the Joker."

"I wouldn't play his games," Rosie warned him. She knew just how dangerous the Joker was and didn't want her brother to go up against someone so insanely dangerous.

"Why not? It's been entertaining so far."

"Could you tell me what's going on?" Rosie asked.

"Well," Khaalid began, "there's really not much to say. And yes, I did kill his henchmen who tried to get into the botanical gardens. And no, you aren't expected to kill anyone. That's my job because I've been doing it since I've been a pirate."

"Why are you telling me all of this? Aren't you afraid it's going to scare me off?" Rosie stepped back. Khaalid turned so that his green eyes locked with hers and she couldn't look away. The teenaged boy grinned and stepped towards her and stroked her brown hair. Rosie wasn't sure why she wasn't appalled that he killed some of his henchmen. She should have been, but she didn't feel anything towards them. So what? They were dead and probably murdered people themselves. What was the difference?

"Because I know you aren't afraid of me."

"How do you know that?"

"You've never been afraid of me. I protected you when nobody was there to protect us. That trust you had when we were in Woodrue's lab never faded and it still doesn't go away even if you know that I'm a murderer." Rosie wondered how Khaalid could be so right about her when she wasn't even sure about herself. "No human sheds a tear when another living thing is killed unless it means something to them. Humans don't even cry every time a person dies, only if they know them. They only cry if it's their pet's death. So, in reality, murder doesn't upset a lot of people, just about a dozen or so, if that." Here Khaalid was justifying what he did as a pirate and currently in Gotham and Rosie didn't even flinch. "You hungry?"

Rosie just shrugged.

"Eat something," Khaalid rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers, a plant quickly presenting her with a tomato.

"Just a tomato?" Rosie cocked an eyebrow. "You have a fork and knife?"

"Why would you need one? Just bite into it," Khaalid explained as he picked up his own tomato and did just that, demonstrating it and not even caring that some of the juice leaked onto his chin.

"It's a little messy."

"Either eat it or don't," Khaalid shrugged. "I don't have any forks or plates or anything. You're going to have to deal with it." Roselyn sighed and just took a bite of the tomato. The juice leaked down from her mouth and she felt a little bit barbaric doing this. However, it somehow felt more free to eat this way because she didn't have to worry about not doing something the human way. Khaalid didn't laugh at her and he didn't point out and say it was wrong to eat a tomato this way. She had to admit, getting rid of the social norms she tried so hard to perfect would be difficult. But she had to remember she wasn't entirely human and there weren't really any social norms defined for her. It was nice to think this way because it felt as if a weight was lifted off of her shoulders and her chest didn't feel so compressed because she didn't need to worry about fitting in.

"This is…weird," she couldn't help herself saying.

"You'll get used to it," Khaalid shrugged. "What I find strange is how you came to me and left the invalid you defended."

"She's not an invalid," Roselyn said quickly. "I don't like when you say that. I left her because I was ruining her life."

"I highly doubt its life means anything, really."

"Why do you talk about her like that? Barbara took me in when nobody else would. Do you have any idea how many orphanages and foster homes I was in? Well, I don't even know, but it was a lot. Barbara gave me stability and a place to call home and she took really good care of me. Don't you insult her," Rosie defended. "It's my fault that I'm here. I was…I was losing my mind, literally. I was doing stupid things and I don't know why, but…" she trailed, unable to explain further. The more she thought about it, the more jumbled her thoughts got and she wanted to have a clear head. She'd have to get rid of all that residual fog first.

"If it bothers you so much, I won't bring it up because I care about you. But if you think that I'm going to change my views on people, it's not going to happen."

"Understood," Rosie said.

"Now," Khaalid smiled. "Maybe you can show me a thing or two about your plant abilities?" Rosie beamed and nodded, ready to show her brother her skills and teach him. After all, she was going to help him take over Gotham.

Meanwhile, Barbara rushed to Arkham Asylum to talk to Poison Ivy and tell her the bad news. She needed advice more than ever because her father wasn't being much help. Despite saying that he didn't believe Roselyn would be the next big villain in Gotham, he claimed he continued to predict this and didn't know what to do other than basically hunt her down and bring her in. It was obvious Rosie lost her mind and Barbara was terrified, not for Gotham, but for Rosie's well-being. The picture Rosie posted of herself on social media was very concerning and Barbara didn't know what she could have done to prevent Rosie from leaving.

The tracking chip in Rosie's phone had been destroyed and Barbara hadn't been quick enough to escape her plant prison in order to check it. Even though she tried to pinpoint its last location, she could not. Actually, when she took a closer look, it seemed as if the tracking chip had been jammed somehow. She wondered if Roselyn was capable of jamming the technology and this was confirmed when Barbara found a random plant vine sticking out of a console. How did she not notice this?

When she told Ivy that Rosie ran away, she was surprised that Ivy was able to keep herself together. She gripped the sides of the chair tightly at first. The redheaded beauty put her hands in her lap and looked Barbara in the eyes. The selfie Rosie posted along with the comment was printed out and placed on the table in front of Ivy who looked at the picture in horror just moments ago. "You have to find her."

"I have a search team," Barbara said. "My father is also on the case."

"You and I both know a search team and daddy dearest isn't going to bring her in," Ivy rolled her emerald eyes. "If my daughter really is crazy and she has those plant abilities, she will do things she'll end up regretting when she gets better."

"That's why every second counts."

"Then why aren't you searching for her?" Ivy asked her seriously. "I would, but that would break my good behavior and when you get my baby back, I need to be there for her and not locked in solitary."

"How would I search for her? Look at me," Barbara gestured to herself, indicating to the fact that her legs were useless.

"Don't give me that bullshit," Ivy snapped. She then leaned forward slowly. "We both know I don't expect you to go into the woods. However, you are more than capable of finding her, aren't you?" Barbara wasn't sure what she meant when she said this, but she decided not to think too much of it. Ivy leaned back in her chair.

"I already got calls from child services," Barbara revealed. "I might have to go to court. They're serious this time."

"You have to win," Ivy said quickly. "You can't let them take her away."

"I promise to do my best," Barbara said. "They can't take her right away, at least I think. But let's not think worst case scenario. It may not even have to go to court if I prove that I'm good enough to care for Rosie. I don't even know if they have a case or if it's just because of who Rosie is, so the judge will probably throw the case away. I just thought you should know what's going on right now."

"Why did Roselyn have to do this?" Ivy asked rhetorically. She leaned her head on her hands so that her fingers were buried in her red locks. Barbara wheeled herself over to the other side of the table and put a hand on Ivy's back.

"We'll get through this just like everything else. We'll get Rosie back home and eventually everything will go back to normal."

"Check any location where there is a lot of plant life. Try Robinson Park," Ivy murmured.

"I had investigators go there this morning. They're going around Gotham wherever there's an abundance of plant life," Barbara said. She had to admit, it was strange to know Batman was out there in full costume during the day. However, it was one of those days where the sky was gray with clouds so it wasn't like he was in complete broad daylight. She did have a search team as well which arrived to each location after Batman scoped out the place. He did mention that someone was living in Robinson Park recently, but not anymore.

"My life has never been easy," Pam sighed, finally sitting up. Barbara ignored the unshed tears in the older woman's eyes because Ivy wouldn't want her to acknowledge them.

"Pam, did you honestly think your life would be easier with a kid?" Barbara queried and she smiled when Ivy let out a small laugh. "She's a teenager and her goal in life is to annoy us profusely and bend the rules a little. It's just another obstacle. We've got this because we're both geniuses."

"That's right," Pamela genuinely smiled. "We'll get her back."