Roselyn had to eventually break it to Barbara that Harley Quinn had found her on the roof. Apparently, Jess had let it slip the other night, but it didn't really matter to her. She was no longer allowed on the roof alone and that kind of bothered her, but at the same time, she felt unsafe leaving the house without an adult. Her world was getting smaller and smaller because of the bad people in her life and she absolutely resented them for forcing her to live like this. She was fourteen years old! If she wanted to go to the movies with her friend, she shouldn't have to have Dick tag along to make sure Woodrue didn't show up and somehow kidnap her or Harley Quinn come back and decide she was an annoying brat and actually go through with killing her.

It had been fun when Jess stayed with her for a few days until Barbara had gone over to talk things out with Jess' grandparents. Whatever Barbara said must have gotten through to them because her grandparents came to pick her up, apologize profusely, and promised her they'd treat her better. Jess had been more upset about the abortion than she let Rosie know. Rosie didn't ask for details, but Barbara told her to only talk about it when Jess brought it up. And Jess did bring it up once and told Rosie she didn't regret it because she wasn't ready to be a mother and she'd be a pretty awful one since she couldn't even support herself. It had been the best option for her in the long run. Rosie had agreed with her. She had read about girls in their early teens having a baby, freaking out, and leaving babies in garbage cans. That sickened her and she felt bad thinking this, but she wouldn't put it past Jess to do something so irrational and then feel bad about it later. That would have been harder for Jess to live with if she had done something so awful.

Since Rosie couldn't go anywhere and Jess left the day before, she was bored. Dick was out doing a really early shift for the police force after he got back from patrolling as Nightwing and Barbara had gone to bed. Rosie should have gone to sleep considering it was four in the morning, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Instead, she laid in bed using her phone to mindlessly search the internet. She was currently looking at pictures of exotic places and reading about them, adding a few to a list she made on her phone to travel to when she was older.

A plant suddenly told her somebody was just outside her window. Panicking, Rosie pressed the hold button on her phone to shut the glow off. She watched as her window was being pried open with plants. It didn't take long for Rosie's eyes to glow and hold her hand out telling the plants outside to stop. She decided to be brave because it was obvious who the only other person was who controlled plants. She didn't want there to be a scene, so she decided to open up the window herself. She closed her eyes. She had to be brave. She couldn't keep separating herself from her problems.

Poison Ivy climbed through the window and Rosie stood a few feet away from her when she appeared. Rosie crossed her arms over her chest and pressed her lips together, annoyed. Wordlessly, Ivy held a small square piece of paper. Rosie was confused and turned the flashlight on her phone back on. She realized it was an old photograph of herself in Dr. Jason Woodrue's lab. Apparently, Harley and Ivy did indeed find some research still intact. She wanted to scream at Ivy for violating her privacy, but at the same time she needed to ask her why it was so important to find things out and make bad memories resurface. "Don't say anything," the brunette said seriously. "We can't talk here or I'll get in a lot of trouble." She almost let she'd get in trouble from her mom slip out, but she caught herself in time because she didn't need Ivy waking Barbara up.

Roselyn told Ivy to wait there and quietly went into the kitchen to grab a couple of water bottles and her backpack from the closet. She forced herself to keep her breathing under control and kept those memories of the lab pushed deep in the back of her mind so she wouldn't break down. She couldn't break down right there in front of Ivy, or further worry Barbara with something she really felt uncomfortable talking about. It was bad enough she had some explaining to do, but at least the hike she planned to take Ivy on was difficult and Poison Ivy wasn't really one to go hiking up steep mountain trails on the outskirts of Gotham, or at least by foot. Ivy probably relied on her plants to take her up.

When she returned to her room, she took off her pajama shirt and threw on a sports bra and t-shirt along with athletic shorts. She didn't even care Ivy was in the room with her when she did this. She put her sneakers on and tossed the water in a small backpack. She had grabbed Dick's keys to the car he left behind (he had taken his motorcycle instead) and tossed them to Ivy. "You can drive. I'll put where we're going in my phone's gps," Rosie quickly typed in the location. "And you don't say a word on the drive up." It wasn't a request, but a demand. It was amazing how much control she had over Poison Ivy who nodded and followed the girl out the window. Rosie pointed out the car and the two got in without any issues.

Hey, let Barbara know I'm okay and don't text her I went on a hike with Poison Ivy for a couple of hours. Need a good head start, Rosie texted to Damian. She had covered for him a couple of times, so it was his turn to cover for her.

You got it, Plant. And I text this with respect. See the capital P, woman? Damian immediately sent back.

Thanks. And took Dick's car. Let them know it's in good hands.

Define good hands…

Damian!

No worries. I owe you anyway, the boy texted. Ivy gave her a look when they drove off.

"Seriously accusing me of calling the cops? If I haven't been cooped up at home for so long I probably would have," she replied truthfully. "But lucky for you I'm a little stir crazy at the moment and need to get out of the house."

"How come?" Ivy asked, daring to speak. Rosie didn't really care as long as she didn't bring up that picture again until she was ready.

"Woodrue found me and the police in this town suck so he got away and now I'm afraid to go places. And then Harley ends up on the roof so excuse me for feeling a little bit uneasy. But apparently my house isn't safe, either, because you decided to crawl in through my window."

"Still mad?" Ivy winced.

"Extremely," Rosie crossed her arms.

"Then why are we going out?" Ivy asked her.

"Because you obviously want answers to this demented stuff you wanted to uncover, so maybe if I give you the answers, you and Harley will leave me alone."

Poison Ivy slammed on the brakes and pulled over, which surprised Rosie as she lurched forward. She put her hands out so they came in contact with the dash board in means of bracing herself. "Roselyn, I swear to Mother Nature herself, you are the most aggravating person I've ever come across," Ivy growled. "You do not speak to me like this, do you hear me?"

"So," Rosie smirked which seemed to feed into Ivy's obvious temper. "You're swearing to yourself…? Or to some invisible woman in the sky?"

"Roselyn Lillian Gordon, just stop this!"

"Or else what?" Rosie glared. "You'll brutally murder the next person we come across? I've already seen you take innocent people's lives away. I've already seen you do your worst!" Rosie yelled back.

"Don't make me hurt you," Ivy narrowed her eyes and didn't make eye contact with Rosie. She gripped the steering wheel tightly out of frustration.

"Go for it," Roselyn stated bravely. "I think there's a twenty four hour store back there. Maybe they have some weed killer you can spray on me! You can watch my skin melt off; you'd enjoy it." Ivy was silent and trembling. "Oh, so you can't kill me because you value my life?" Rosie asked her. "How is my life more valuable than anyone else's?"

"I…" Ivy began to say, but stopped. She began to drive again where the GPS told her to. Rosie began to feel a little guilty. Maybe she was too mean just a few moments ago. She shouldn't have yelled at her or said anything sadistic. Neither of them said anything until Rosie told Ivy she could park on the gravel. Ivy shut the car off and went to speak again, but Rosie didn't let her.

"If you want answers, follow me and I'll give them to you."

"Why do you want to tell me up on a cliff?"

"Because it's where I feel most comfortable," she stated simply.

"So, you do appreciate nature," Ivy observed.

"Yeah," Rosie nodded. "I don't really like Gotham all that much. I mean my family lives there, but that's really the only good thing about it." When she looked behind her on the trail, she noted the hurt look on Ivy's face and felt a little bad when she hadn't included Ivy in her family, but how was she supposed to associate herself with a murderer?

"So, what do you plan to do in the future? Are you going to stay here?" Ivy asked. Rosie was thankful for the pleasant conversation. The one in the car hadn't gone so well, and she kind of felt bad about it. Her emotions were mixed up enough as it was with all the drama going on with her life. She thought there would have been less drama she was associated with once she got Ivy out of her life, but it seemed to exponentially increase the moment she made the phone call to Dr. Leland to cancel all future visitations.

"No," Rosie shook her head and climbed up a small stone wall. Dick took her here all the time so she knew exactly where to put her feet and which stones to grab. She turned around and held a hand out to Ivy to help her up. "Jess and I have had this plan for a while now, but it's really only a fantasy that'll never come true."

"Oh right, you're friends with someone who stabbed you in the back," Ivy mumbled. The brunette thought about bringing up her obviously flawed relationship with Harley, but Rosie didn't really feel like telling her off. Instead, she decided to defend Jess because that was what friends did and she knew Jess would never do anything to harm her again. There was a small part of her that doubted this, and she was aware people could turn against one another in a blink of an eye.

"Jess has it tough," Rosie said. "Her parents always neglected her. She used to spend a lot of time at my place because she'd get lonely. They'd forget her birthday and left her at home on holidays."

"It didn't give her the right to treat you the way she did. I remember how upset you were when all of this happened."

"Yeah," Rosie shrugged. "She did it because, turns out, her father hit her. Nobody knew about it until the night she slept over and Joker broke in my apartment. When the police brought her home, they found out her secret nobody knew about. Her parents had a lot of money, so she knew the whole thing wouldn't have been overlooked. There was an article in the paper about it, but she focused everyone's attention on me instead because she didn't want to be known as the girl whose dad hit her. Anyway, she lives with her grandparents now and they weren't paying a lot of attention to her until Barbara went over and talked to them. Jess said after that, her grandparents apologized and things are okay now. She says they aren't great, but it's better." Rosie decided to leave the part out about how Jess had been sexually active. The last thing she needed was to be told to be careful and all of the stuff Barbara already told her about once Jess left to go back with her grandparents. "She's kind of like you, you know," Rosie looked to Ivy. "Your parents didn't pay attention to you, either, right?"

"No, they didn't," Ivy said in a quiet voice.

"If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have anyone right now. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't really have a friend, either. Tim's still in California so it's not like I can see him all the time."

"You're kind of lonely, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," Rosie agreed. "It's hard to be the plant girl, you know? Well, of course you do," Rosie smiled. "So, Jess and I have this plan to get out of Gotham. We both know we don't belong here." They were finally almost at the top.

"What's this plan?"

"I never told anyone before," Rosie told her. She didn't know why she wanted to tell Ivy, but it was just so easy to talk to her. Ivy was about to say something, however, Rosie continued to speak. "Jess and I are going to travel, but not travel like normal people. We want to go to places people barely explored and maybe find some cool things. This way, we don't have to live in a society that doesn't like us."

"As much fun as that seems, it doesn't seem realistic," Ivy said. "What about college?"

"You know, I always said I wanted to go to college, but I don't think it's for me. School in general doesn't really like people like me."

"Whether I'm in your life or not, you're going to college," Ivy stated firmly. "I'm going to be there, right?" It wasn't every day Poison Ivy seemed unsure of herself. Rosie stopped and turned towards her. They had reached the top of the cliff.

"If you didn't come into my room, I had no intentions of going to see you again," she truthfully told. "Hey, don't cry."

"Do you have any idea how much this hurts?" Ivy glared through her angry tears.

"Actually yes, I do," Rosie crossed her arms. "This is how I felt every single time you broke out of Arkham and killed people. This is how people feel when they lose someone they love, but for some reason you don't understand other people's hearts were more broken than you think yours is right now. I'm still alive. Some kids woke up to their moms and dads dead because of you trying to find out useless information about me."

"It isn't useless information!" Ivy exclaimed. "I think you really are my biological daughter and that is the best news I've ever received!"

"Ivy, I never wanted to even think you are my biological mother. Don't you get it? I don't want to look into my biological mother's eyes and know she was tortured just so I could be created! I shouldn't even be alive," she cried. When Ivy went to embrace her, she stepped away. "No, don't comfort me. Other kids don't get to be hugged or tucked in at night anymore because you killed their parents!"

"Roselyn…"

Rosie wiped her tears. "If I really am your biological daughter, I'm terrified I'm going to turn into you if I stay around you. I don't want to kill anyone, Ivy."

"I bet you wish Barbara was your real mother, huh?" she asked gently.

"She already is my real mother. She doesn't need to be related to me to be my mom," she paused. "I always referred to you as my mommy when I talked about you and Barbara was always mom when I mentioned her."

"Now I'm Ivy. Not even Pammie," the redhead sighed. "I'm so sorry, Rosie. I promise I'll never hurt another human again."

"Don't promise me something you already broke."

"I mean it this time. I'm done," Ivy replied.

"I'm here to give you the stupid information you want," Rosie said. "I'll tell you about my time in the lab that I remember. After I tell you, you're going to tell Barbara everything about it because I won't be able to talk about it again. Once you talk to Barbara, I don't want to hear from you or be associated with you anymore because I can't stand to look at you."

Would you side with Ivy or Rosie?