Roselyn hadn't seen Poison Ivy or any of the other rogues since that one particular day. She had tried to sneak where their cells were, but she was caught by Dr. Leland who told her she didn't know what she was doing or getting herself involved in. She hadn't seen Dr. Klein at all and assumed she was fired. Dr. Leland took it upon herself to oversee the one child patient.

She was receiving actual therapy sessions, but she continued not to speak. She wouldn't let Dr. Leland know she could talk to people. She only spoke to Poison Ivy that one time and nobody else. It was easy to continue to play the silent game because she didn't really have anything to say.

Dr. Leland tried to bring up how she became part plant, but that just resulted in her shutting down even more than she had already had. Therefore, Dr. Leland had to stick with the present. She did write about how she felt around being sent from orphanage to orphanage, foster home to foster home, and city to city. It had hurt at first due to the uncertainty and eventually became the norm up until she was placed in Gotham. Although she was in an asylum, she was grateful for being able to stay somewhere longer than a couple of weeks.

Her days began to blur together again with nothing eventful going on; part of her was happy about this because nobody was bothering her and she could be herself without worrying. The other part of her was a little upset she hadn't seen Poison Ivy in a while.

On one particular day, Roselyn dropped a crayon and she was forced to get down onto the floor under the table to reach it. She had been annoyed at first, but there was a piece of paper taped to the underside of the table. Curious, she grabbed it and quickly sat back in her chair after she grabbed the crayon so the couple of guards weren't suspicious. She unfolded the note and began to read it to herself.

Daffodil: need seeds.

That literally made no sense. Roselyn had a feeling there was some importance to the note since it was written in crayon. She knew some of the other inmates used her crayons, but she didn't mind even though some people tended to color with a lot of pressure and make them dull. She assumed it was Harley because the red, black, purple, and green were always worn down.

Daffodils were grown from seeds, like many other plants. But why would the daffodil need seeds? It wasn't like flowers adopted seeds and cared for them. She noticed the colon and read it more like the note said they needed daffodil seeds. Who would need seeds in an asylum? Poison Ivy, she thought with a smile. Maybe there was significance to daffodil being written in crayon. She looked at the pack of crayons and tilted her head as she stared at them. To anyone else, it would look like she was trying to pick out a color.

She decided to take out all of the pink crayons and compare them to the one used on the note. She made small marks with each one before she was on her fifth pink crayon and found a match. She looked at the color and saw it was rose. Her heart skipped a beat when she figured out the note was intended for her; Roselyn was Daffodil. She was proud of herself for figuring that out, but need seeds? Poison Ivy must need them, she decided. She hoped the note hadn't been there for too long or she'd feel bad. She took the yellow crayon and put a check mark next to it to be discrete and put the note on the underside of the table.

Roselyn was pretty excited about this because she felt as if she was some kind of secret agent. She smiled to herself as she put her pink crayons back in the container. She had to figure out a way to get seeds, though. Perhaps she could casually bring some grapes back to her cell. Dr. Leland did allow her to eat in her cell sometimes. She did choose this option sometimes, so it wouldn't be suspicious. She decided tomorrow morning she'd get her hands on some fruit and take the seeds out, save them, and put them with the note in the rec room.

Just as Roselyn thought, it was easy to get her breakfast taken to her cell. The guard didn't question it and went along with her request. She was given pancakes and a fruit cup. Once she noticed nobody was around her, she dug through the grape with her nails and grabbed the seeds. She wondered where she could keep the seeds until she went to the rec room. She eventually decided they'd go under her nails since nobody would notice them. She wasn't considered dangerous so she'd never be inspected. This didn't mean she wasn't nervous and was relieved when she finally folded them up in the paper under the table in the rec room.

Later on, Roselyn had her therapy session with Dr. Leland. It only lasted about twenty five minutes and then she was given a tablet where she played some games. She was told to play the math one and she was doing pretty well with division. She had passed the addition, subtraction, and multiplication levels already and she was proud of herself for passing. She chose to lay on her stomach on the carpet while using the iPad while Dr. Leland was doing some paperwork.

There was a knock on the door which made them stop what they were doing. "Who is it?" Dr. Leland spoke up from her desk. "It's Barbara Gordon, the commissioner's daughter. I have some paperwork for you," the voice on the other end replied.

"Please come in," Dr. Leland invited. Roselyn watched as the door opened and a redheaded woman with glasses wheeled herself into the room. She had a backpack hanging off the back of her wheelchair where she probably kept her things. The woman grabbed it with ease and set it on her lap and produced a manila folder.

"It's just documents in regards to Jervis Tetch's arrest the other night," Barbara explained.

"Thank you," Dr. Leland replied.

"No problem. It took forever to convince my dad to sleep and let me drop this stuff off for him," she said. "And who's this?" Barbara asked when she noticed Roselyn on the floor. The brunette sat up when she was addressed and put her tablet in her lap.

"This is Roselyn," Dr. Leland introduced. "And this is Barbara." Suddenly, Dr. Leland's phone rang. She excused herself to answer it. Roselyn overheard Dr. Leland swear into the phone and asked the guards why they couldn't do their job. She hung up the phone and composed herself. "Duty calls," she sighed and stood up.

"What happened?" Barbara asked. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, I don't mind. It's Joker; he decided to attack Riddler with a crayon. Not entirely sure how he does it. I just have to go sedate him and put him in solitary. I know it's a lot to ask, but would you mind staying in here with Roselyn?"

"Sure," Barbara agreed.

"Thanks. She's a great kid. Be back soon!" Dr. Leland rushed out of her office to go deal with the Joker.

It was silent in the room for a while, but Roselyn couldn't help but stare up at Barbara. It wasn't that she was in a wheelchair as she had seen people in wheelchairs and other people with disabilities, especially in this asylum where people had very severe disabilities. She just thought she was very pretty and she had red hair just like Ivy did. There was a different kind of beauty about Barbara Gordon, though, and she couldn't really compare her to the exotic beauty Poison Ivy. "So, Roselyn," Barbara said and cleared her throat. "How old are you?"

Roselyn stood up and walked over to sit in Dr. Leland's desk chair. This wasn't the first time she sat in it as she was sometimes bored and would snag the chair the moment the doctor stood up. She liked the chair as it was comfortable and it spun around. But she had to be serious right now because she couldn't just start spinning in a chair like a child. She had to make a good first impression. She opened up an app on the iPad and grabbed the stylus. I'm eleven, she wrote. That was about the most she'd open up to Barbara. Instead, she went into Dr. Leland's drawer and grabbed a blank sheet of paper where she sat quietly and drew random pictures to pass the time. She should be doing her math app, but she decided she'd deal with Dr. Leland telling her to get back to work later.

The doctor came back within ten minutes after dealing with whatever nonsense the Joker had done. She wondered how Joker attacked someone with a crayon, but decided not to think much of it. He was criminally insane, after all.

Dr. Leland gave Roselyn a reassuring look before she stepped outside her office with Barbara. Curious, Roselyn forced a mental connection with a small plant which was placed in the hallway. She could hear everything Dr. Leland and Barbara were saying. As far as she knew, nobody had any idea she was able to have such a deep connection with plant life.

"I didn't know kids came here," Barbara said to Dr. Leland.

"They don't. It's a facility for all severe cases."

"She doesn't seem severe to me. She just doesn't socialize."

"She isn't a severe case," Dr. Leland replied. "She doesn't even belong here, but the orphanage wanted to…get rid of her is a harsh term, but that's what it was. I can't tell you anything medical about Roselyn, but I can tell you all she needs is a good home."

"Can I do anything to help?" Barbara asked her. "Maybe I can help find her a good home."

"That would be nice of you, but nobody has been successful. It's a shame, really. She's such a sweet girl. It is nice to have someone normal around here," the doctor joked. Both women let out a small laugh at that since what she said was true.

"Maybe I can come visit her?"

"I think she'd really like that."

It's a shame, Roselyn thought, because she did kind of like Barbara and she did want to see her again. But she knew she wouldn't because the rogues were planning an escape which was going to happen soon.