One day in December, Roselyn got into coloring in one of her jumbo coloring books. She hadn't noticed the time and she didn't notice the shades being closed and locked in place at around three in the afternoon. The bright lights that had been turned on made it seem like the sunlight was still lighting up the room.

She took her blue crayon and started to fill in the sky. She hated coloring the large background, so she usually did that first. She didn't notice when the door opened, but she did notice the Joker's signature laugh which made her jump and drop her crayon. Since she was sitting at one of the tables, there wasn't anything to block her from their view. She started to breathe erratically when they entered and she couldn't find her voice to help herself if she needed it. The guards seemed to be oblivious to her or they simply didn't care.

Roselyn decided to continue coloring because that was the easiest thing to do in this situation. If she acted terrified, then they'd probably attack her thinking it was funny. If she didn't act bothered by it, then they'd probably pretend she didn't exist. She did perk up when she saw Poison Ivy looking in her direction. The girl didn't look at the beautiful woman for too long because Poison Ivy was giving her quite a hostile look.

She was surprised the Joker went over to the other table to start a game of cards with Two Face and Riddler (the latter didn't seem particularly welcome). She was yards away from them and she was ready to start crying. She could hear Poison Ivy say something along the lines of that's her with a not so friendly voice as she spoke in hushed, sharp tones. Tears started flowing down her cheeks and she could see the Joker eyeing her and he began to laugh again before bringing his attention back to the game when Two Face snapped at him. This caused the pale man to laugh even harder and completely forget about what he had been doing irritating the two men at his table.

"Hi!" Roselyn stiffened when a woman suddenly sat beside her. She was terrified to look up and had a difficult time concentrating on her coloring. "I saw you sittin' over here all by yourself. You must be that Roselyn kid I've heard about," she continued. "I was wonderin' when I could meet ya!"

Roselyn remained silent and shook out of terror. She knew the woman sitting next to her was Harley Quinn and she knew the kind of things she did- murder being one of them. "Call me Harley," the woman tried. "Everyone does!" It was interesting to see that nobody else was paying attention to them. Joker had moved over to the couch to watch TV and seemed disinterested that the woman who loved him was talking to a child. Two Face had decided to get up from the table and left Riddler by himself. Roselyn was afraid to turn around and see what Poison Ivy was doing.

"They were right 'bout you not talkin'. But that's okay. Can I help you color?" she said in a quieter and gentler tone. Roselyn simply nodded since she was afraid to reject her. Harley beamed and grabbed a red crayon. She began to color the picture on the right side of the coloring book while Roselyn started on the left side again. "I know you're scared of us, but I'm gonna make sure nothin' happens to ya with these guys," Harley stated. "You're one of us 'cause you're different, right? I heard you hurt some people and sent 'em to the hospital. Well, that's okay because I've done that, too. We all have here."

Roselyn's green eyes met Harley's baby blue ones. The girl's eyes widened with fear at what she just admitted; it was one thing to do it by accident like she had done, but Harley and the others have all done it intentionally. But then she remembered she was in an asylum and they were maybe unaware about what they had done. Roselyn was different like them, but she knew she wasn't mentally ill. She didn't speak which made people assume she was nuts. She also would be caught whispering quietly to plants which probably gave people the wrong idea so she didn't blame them.

"Harley," a stern voice said behind them. "Don't scare her." Ivy sat down across from them at the table. Roselyn was thankful for the interruption since she was afraid where Harley was going to go after that statement.

"I wasn't scarin' her," Harley colored the picture harder and made the red crayon dull with the amount of pressure she added. "Was I?" The anger seemed to leave her just as quickly as it appeared. She stopped coloring and put the crayon down. "Gee, I'm sorry, Rosie. I promise to be real careful. Red, this is Rosie. But you two met before, right?" she looked at Roselyn. The girl nodded and was confused as to why Harley was calling her Rosie.

"We have before she was locked up in here," Ivy confirmed and turned towards Roselyn. "I will hand it to you, you did manage to shock me which isn't easy to do. Half the people who heard about the little incident thought it was me who put you up in the tree. The other half believes it was you, or at least the people who know about it."

"This is so cute! You could have your very own sidekick, Red!" Harley exclaimed with glee.

"Weed Lady and Daffodil," Joker laughed from across the room.

"Poison Ivy and Rose Petal!" Harley clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Weed Whacker and Lawnmower," Joker added.

"Poison Ivy and Poison Oakey," Harley turned around in her chair to face Joker with a grin on her face.

"Fire Crotch and-" Joker started.

"Enough!" Ivy yelled at the two of them before they could come up with any more ridiculous duo names. Roselyn looked at Ivy with fear in her eyes. Perhaps wanting to meet her was a bad idea. She looked as if she was ready to murder someone. "She is not going to be my sidekick! I work alone."

"Aw, but Red, look how cute she is! Mistah J, if Ivy doesn't want her can we have her? I promise to take real good care of her."

"Now Harley, I already have you to take care of and you're a piece of work."

"But Puddin'," she whined. Joker gave her a dangerous look. Harley squeaked and sat down facing forward. Roselyn was confused about their relationship and decided not to question how they could be joking around to him giving her a death glare. As Harley pouted, Ivy rolled her eyes and studied Roselyn.

"There's just something that's bothering me," she said. "How did you get the ability to communicate with plants?" Roselyn's eyes went wide when she mentioned this. Thinking about how she came to be was not something she liked to think about. Usually, this brought out nightmares and she never talked about it. She'd push those early memories as far back as she could, resulting in forgetting about them temporarily. When Ivy mentioned it, this just brought up those horrible repressed memories.

Roselyn put her head in her hands and started to shake. She didn't expect anyone to touch her, but she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She tensed when she was brought into a half hug. She started to breathe heavily from shock when her head rested against a chest. She looked up and saw it was the blonde woman who willingly touched her without a second thought. "I don't think we should talk about that," Harley stated. "Probably nothin' good happened."

"I…" Poison Ivy trailed. Roselyn already forgot about it because she was being hugged, something that never happened before. She melted into the body contact and didn't protest when Harley had her stand up and then sit on her lap.

"Wow we really suck, Red," Harley laughed. "We both managed to make her upset. Well, Rosie, it won't happen again. Or at least, we'll try our best."

"Nobody's ever hugged you before," Ivy observed. The brunette held her head down in shame.

"Aww, that's so sad! But that means I'm your first hug. Well, Rosie, I am honored."

"Harley, my feet won't rub themselves!" Joker yelled from across the room.

"Duty calls!" Harley exclaimed. She picked up Roselyn without any warning and plopped her on Ivy's lap. She happily skipped over to Joker and sat on the floor to massage his feet which apparently didn't smell too good when Two Face began to complain.

Roselyn knew she was acting too young for her age, but it didn't matter to her when she felt one of Ivy's arms wrap around her. She used her free hand to play with her hair. She used her fingers to comb out the knots nobody really ever took care of. Roselyn's head rested against Ivy's shoulder and began to fall asleep.

I've had a couple of PMs and reviews about this: Do you think Poison Ivy likes Roselyn or will she use her? Too early to tell? Thank you for the reviews and continued support to the people reading this story.