It should have made Rosie feel weird that her brother stood with his arm wrapped around her waist in a similar way Bruce Wayne held Selina Kyle at one of the many events they attended. She should have felt uncomfortable and she should have pushed him away. However, she felt quite the opposite; instead, she pressed her body closer to his because Khaalid made her feel safe and secure and she loved that feeling. She smirked when one of the crime lords of Gotham stared at her instead of her brother when he spoke. She bit her lower lip and put on an innocent look, her green eyes large and innocent when she looked up at her brother and then looked back at the middle aged man. She had no idea who he was, but she liked that she made him feel uncomfortable, especially when Khaalid pulled her closer to his body and called him out on staring at his pretty twin sister in the yellow dress with the yellow daffodils in her brown hair.

Roselyn let her brother continue his business with the man after his anger cooled down and he could make a deal with him. They were seated at a table at the Iceberg Lounge and she sat right beside Khaalid, his left hand on her right thigh. Even though she liked to spend time with him, she hated when he met people for business. These outings were usually really boring, especially since she didn't tease other men as much as she used to. Her new role was to sit there, look pretty, and be her brother's arm candy and going along with his touches and kisses on her cheek which were probably too close to her mouth. Sometimes he had her tease men, but ever since they started going to the nicest clubs for criminals, he had her play this new role.

Rosie looked around the lounge, bored, until she saw Two-Face sitting in a booth with two women, one arm around each, as he was speaking to them. She smiled when she saw a familiar face and slid out of the booth. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked her, stopping mid conversation.

"I'm going to go say hi to Two-Face," Roselyn pointed. "I know him."

"Don't get any ideas," Khaalid warned her.

Roselyn made a disgusted face. "Ew, Khaalid. That's disgusting."

"No need to make a face," he said and turned away from her. "Just be careful."

Roselyn nodded even though she knew he couldn't see her. She glided over to Two-Face and smiled. He didn't recognize her at first because she was all dolled up, but his eyes went wide when he did see her. The dress hugged her curves she inherited from her mother. She looked in the mirror earlier and it was the first time she truly saw the striking resemblance she had to Poison Ivy, minus her trademark red hair.

Rosie wasn't there to talk to him casually; she was there to confront him about why he left Arkham because he wasn't there when Jess needed him most. "Mind if I take a seat?" Roselyn asked sweetly before she sat down. "Don't worry, I'll be quick."

"Rosie," Two-Face said in a low voice. "Ladies, give us a few, would you?" he asked the two blonde women sitting beside him. The women glared at Roselyn, giving her a face. Roselyn let out a laugh, startling them. They walked away quickly and went over to the bar. "What have you been doing?" It was more of a rhetorical question than an actual question. She simply rolled her eyes before speaking.

"I wanted to talk to you about Jess, not me," Roselyn stated. "She needed you and you weren't there."

"I know," Two-Face said, looking down at the table for a moment before lifting his head back up. "I thought she didn't want to see me anymore, so I broke out."

"And you didn't go back when you found out because…" Rosie prompted.

"Because I was ashamed!" he exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table. "I should have been there for her." He paused and swirled around his drink. Rosie had no idea what it was, but it didn't look very good. Dick let her have a sip of beer once and she spit it out in the sink. Alcohol wouldn't affect her unique physiology anyway, but the taste of it revolted her. However, Barbara never let her try her fruity looking drink. Roselyn remembered how Barbara smiled, took a sip, and said Rosie would like it which was why she didn't let her try it.

Barbara…

Roselyn remembered Barbara.

She had red hair

Blue eyes- really blue eyes.

She wore glasses and she was smart. Very smart.

Rosie slid her fingers to the edge of the tablecloth and gripped it. She used to grip Barbara's shirt like this when she was scared when she was younger. She used to wrinkle her nice button down shirts and cry into them. She'd make them all wet and accidentally rubbed her nose on a few of them, but Barbara never cared. She's always hold Rosie tight and rock her and tell her everything was okay and she loved her. She loved her.

"I love you, Rosie." Roselyn heard Barbara speak and she turned her head quickly to where the voice came from.

She wasn't there.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?" Barbara said with a laugh. Roselyn let go of the tablecloth, stood up, and looked around the Iceberg Lounge.

"Barbara?" she called. "Where are you?"

"You have a special place in my heart," the voice said again. This time, Rosie couldn't locate the voice because it sounded like it was all around her. Tears fell from her green eyes, but she didn't notice that she was crying. She looked around the lounge frantically trying to pinpoint her location.

"I want to go home," Rosie said and fell to the floor as she wept. "Come take me home."

"You left me, Rosie." Barbara's voice turned from calming to sad and Rosie didn't want that. She didn't want to hear Barbara upset because she was so strong and always knew how to fix everything. She was invincible and…and…

"I had to. People hated me and they were going to hate you, too," Roselyn explained. "You could have been a target because of me."

"Stop thinking about yourself!" Barbara snapped, her sadness turning into anger. Rosie closed her eyes tightly.

"I'm sorry," Rosie's voice cracked.

"What are you doing?" Barbara asked when Rosie clumsily reached on the table and grabbed a glass. She smashed it on the ground to get a shard and she was just about to cut herself with it because she deserved to bleed because Barbara loved her and Rosie let her down and she couldn't…she couldn't…

"Roselyn!" That voice most definitely didn't belong to Barbara. Rosie looked up with a frantic look in her eyes and saw Two-Face kneeling down beside her, his hand grasped around her wrist so she couldn't hurt herself.

"Get away from my sister," Khaalid said. He pulled Rosie up to her feet and pressed her against him in a hug and she cried into his shirt, muttering...

"I know she's your sister," Harvey said. "But I think she needs some professional help."

"You don't know what she needs," Khaalid snapped as he cradled his sister in his arms. "It's all right," he whispered to her. "I've got you." Roselyn trembled and closed her eyes again. "I shouldn't have let her come over here by herself."

"Has she been acting like this for a while?" Harvey asked.

"It's getting worse," Khaalid acknowledged. "I'm afraid she's going to end up like that woman, Poison Ivy. She may have inherited her insanity and she can't function on her own anymore. She's slowly becoming an invalid," the teenager diagnosed.

"Hold it right there," Two-Face growled. "Ivy isn't an invalid, and neither is Roselyn. Be careful with what you say around me. You hear me?" His anger didn't scare Khaalid in the slightest. Roselyn didn't hear his heart beat faster or his breath quicken. It was nice to be taken care of by someone who was so strong and brave. She cuddled closer to him and closed her eyes against his chest. His scent brought her back to reality and she sighed as she calmed down from hearing Barbara's voice.

"I'm just stating the truth," Khaalid shrugged. "She's my sister and I love her, but she's going down the path of becoming nothing and I can't stop it." Rosie didn't even care what he was saying about her. She felt she was already nothing without him. She couldn't even step away for a few minutes without hearing Barbara.

"Be good to her," Two-Face warned, noticing how Rosie admired him and clung to him so desperately.

There was a long pause. "Don't worry about my sister. You have your own girl to worry about, you know, the blonde one locked up in the asylum. What's funny is she's not even crazy and they're letting her stay in there. There's something wrong with this city where they think killing people for justified reasons is a crime or insanity."

"Law is a funny thing. I'd know since I used to be the district attorney for Gotham," Harvey said and sat back down at his table. Khaalid sat down as well, probably interested in this man with two distinct personalities. He sat Roselyn down beside him and she stared at the table. "This city does things to people," he murmured. "It hurts people."

"The people here are so mean to Rosie," Khaalid said. "It's strange. She never did anything. I get why they hate me because I don't think twice about taking a sword and running it across someone's throat."

"Rosie's always been innocent," Two-Face agreed. "She has no business being in Gotham. She's too good for a city like this."

"Gotham is the place whose people hate me the most," Rosie finally spoke up. She slowly looked up at Two-Face. "But it's the only place where I've been loved, too."

"Why don't you come with me to Arkham tonight?" Harvey asked her. "Everyone there loves you and they'd take care of you." The fact that he was volunteering to take her to the asylum and possibly check himself in seemed out of character. Rosie bit her lower lip, not really believing a free criminal would willingly walk into Arkham with her. Rosie didn't really want to go to Arkham, anyway. The only other place she would go was back to Barbara, but that wasn't an option.

Roselyn's eyes went wide as she started to look for Barbara again. She had to be there because she heard her and her voice was clear and she was specifically calling Rosie's name…

"I think I need to bring her home," Khaalid said, watching his sister unravel again. Rosie didn't see the worried look Two-Face gave her when Khaalid helped her out of her seat. "You seem like a nice enough guy. I know your intentions are good and you obviously care about my sister, but I know what's best for her and she doesn't need to be locked up like an invalid."

"Be good to her," was all Harvey said when Khaalid led Rosie out of the lounge.

Rosie was going home.

Khaalid was taking her home.

To Barbara.

She couldn't wait.

Roselyn looked around the city wildly, her eyes wide and the only reason why she was walking in a straight line was because Khaalid was guiding her around the city and eventually back to the botanical gardens. Wordlessly, he tucked his sister into their bed.

This wasn't home because Barbara wasn't there.

"Where's Barbara?" Roselyn asked him. She was answered to a slap on the face.

"Will you shut the fuck up about Barbara?" Khaalid yelled, his face inches away from her face. She sunk into the pillow of soft foliage to try and put some distance between them. "The thing you call Barbara failed you," he seethed. "It didn't stop the humans from harming you. I did. Those letters stopped. They don't even leave them here at the gardens anymore. The woman you call your mother is locked up in an asylum and has literally done nothing for you." Rosie cried out, but he hit her again to stop her blubbering. She didn't blame him. She acted out a lot lately. She deserved it.

"I just want Barbara," Rosie murmured and pulled a blanket up to her chin.

"Rosie, I hate to say this about my own sister because I do care about you and I do love you. But you're becoming nothing. I can't make an exception for you." She gave him a confused looking, proving to him that she was somewhat aware of what he just said. Her mind was still cloudy and she still heard Barbara talking to her, but she tried to ignore it for his sake. "I do love you," he murmured and then he kissed her lips for a full seven seconds before pulling away. Rosie wanted to ask him what he was doing when he had vines tie her up to the bed. His back was turned to her and he took a piece of paper out of his pocket. The note was written in another language so Rosie wouldn't have been able to read it even if she found it.

Khaalid looked down at the note and smiled.

We're waiting.

The note was in his father's sloppy handwriting, but he easily read it. And then he left Rosie there who was barely aware of what was going on tied to their makeshift bed.

"Khaalid?" Rosie shouted when her mind was starting to become clear again. But she regained her senses and easily freed herself from the plants when it was too late and he was far away from the botanical gardens.

Be prepared for next chapter! If there is any way I can improve writing Rosie's breakdowns, please let me know. This is the first time I'm writing a story where a character is slowly losing her mind. Thanks to everyone who continues to read this story. It means a lot :)