It wasn't a secret where Roselyn went when she spent her days at Arkham Asylum. Due to the bullying caretakers witnessed, they just had her spend more and more time at the asylum. It was easier to leave her there rather than take care of the actual bullying problem. "They'll get homes eventually and they'll be cycled out. What's the point?" one of the caretakers said to another when one of the newer ones expressed a desire to help the problem. "Besides, she's going to be at Arkham full time anyway. The whole point is to integrate her into it. We don't want to provoke her. Rumor has it, she has some freaky powers."

"What kind?" the newest and youngest caretaker asked.

"Well, at one of the orphanages, she was provoked to the point where these vines started growing all over the building. They found her crying though, so it was unintentional I think. But she put a couple of the kids in the hospital. Luckily, no deaths but who knows? When she realizes what she is capable of, everyone's afraid of what she could do. That's why they're putting her in Arkham. She doesn't ever speak to people, but she talks to plants which is how they're allowing her into Arkham." The younger of the two gasped in horror. How could such a small girl be capable of so much?

Roselyn suppressed a gasp when she heard the two women talking about her. So they did know about her secrets and rumors that were generally true. But at least they knew she didn't mean to harm anyone. That had scarred her a couple of times she put people in the hospital.

"But does she belong with the criminally insane?" the younger queried.

"Where else could she go where she won't really harm anyone? She's getting stronger now that she's older, or so I've read in her file. At least if she harms someone in Arkham it wouldn't matter," the other replied.

"Will she spend the rest of her life there?"

"Probably," the older smiled grimly. "But what else can we do for a girl who could potentially kill us if she snaps one night? The bullying will never stop no matter where she goes, except maybe Arkham. She'll probably be the most normal one in there."

"But those cells," the younger trailed. "Will she be locked up in one?"

"Roselyn isn't a bad girl. Dr. Klein says she'll spend a majority of her time in the rec room. She'll only be locked up during the hours the worst of the worst will be allowed to come out of their cells. Even then, Dr. Klein said she'd probably hang out in her office and do their daily therapy sessions."

"Oh no," the younger gasped and pointed at Roselyn in horror as the girl stood there peering from around the corner. She hadn't meant to get caught eavesdropping, but she was too shocked to move from her spot to get away in time. Tears were coming to her eyes and she used the sleeve of her too large sweater to try to keep them from falling down her cheeks. She wanted to tell them she didn't want to be locked up and she'd be a good girl and try not to do anything wrong ever again as long as she doesn't get locked up with the crazy criminals of Gotham. The children's psychiatric ward probably turned her down and Arkham was the only place they'd take a girl who could manipulate plant life.

Roselyn longed for one of the women to take her in a hug and tell her everything would be okay. She wished for some human contact she craved which she had never been given. She stopped herself from holding out her arms to them and took a few steps back, especially since the younger woman had a look of terror on her face. She wanted to tell them she was sorry, but she couldn't find words to say and ended up opening her mouth and shutting it quickly.

She suddenly ran down the halls of the orphanage. She didn't really have any belongings to pack other than a few changes of clothes that didn't fit her and her old backpack. She sighed and fell to her knees; she would never be happy.

But Roselyn perked up and she thought of Poison Ivy and remembered she was like her. She would probably never see her again, but knowing that someone was also a human-plant hybrid was comforting. There was a slim chance they'd cross paths again and she hoped the next time they did it would be a much more pleasant experience.

Roselyn looked around the room to make sure she was alone before she allowed a vine from one of the potted plants to wrap around her forearm. She smiled at it and pet it carefully with her left hand, as if it was a small animal. She whispered to the plant and excitedly told it about how she discovered Poison Ivy and hoped she'd see her again because she just had to see her for herself. She had so many questions to ask her! Maybe the exotic woman would talk to her about their mutual love of plants and most important to Roselyn, about being a human-plant hybrid. Perhaps she could tell her things about herself she didn't already know; maybe she'd be the first person to accept her.

Roselyn daydreamed about how Poison Ivy would smile down at her and take her hand in her own. Her vibrant red hair would frame her face perfectly while Roselyn would look up at her as if she truly was a goddess. She'd feel the skin to skin contact she craved and she began to tear up when she snapped back to reality. She was only daydreaming. As much as Roselyn wanted this fantasy to be real, she had to remember Poison Ivy was dangerous and had murdered numerous people on purpose. Frowning at the thought, Roselyn decided the woman was in an insane asylum and it couldn't be her fault. She hoped Poison Ivy was sane enough to at least talk to her. She sighed and absentmindedly stroked the vine.

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