It had been hard for Harley to choose a different color than red or black. But she had settled on a navy knee length dress which looked almost too adult for the carefree childlike woman. However, she did get her way to wear her red and black harlequin diamond earrings Joker had stolen for her for Valentine's Day one year with its matching necklace. Ivy had chosen a dark rose colored gown. Harley had suggested she wear red while Ivy wore green, but Ivy said it was too tacky and they'd look like some weird Christmas family. Roselyn, however, didn't really have a color associated with her to the public and she didn't have to worry about the authorities coming to get her. But if she were to state her signature color, it would probably be yellow. Therefore, she wore a cute long sleeved yellow knee length dress with white shoes and those cute frilly white socks she loved but could never wear them anywhere. Ivy let her wear a yellow sapphire necklace and told her to be really careful with it.

They opted to take a cab out to Wayne mansion since the car Harley stole was too much of a risk to use. They sat in the back of the cab, quiet enough so the cab driver couldn't hear their conversation. Roselyn had to sit in the middle since she was the smallest and she hated sitting in that seat. She didn't voice her opinion though when Ivy told her to climb in. Someone could have sat in the front, but of course the ever paranoid Ivy didn't trust anyone to be unsupervised. "Now, let's go over this again. Who am I?"

"Not again!" Roselyn sighed. Ivy had been through this little speech with her for eternity, or that's what it felt like.

"You're Paula Irving, she's Roselyn Irving, and I'm Hannah Quincey, best friend of Paula since we were kids. You know, I think these disguises suck. I mean, Rosie's doesn't matter, but do ya think people might catch on with us?" Harley asked.

"Last time I didn't have a fake name and nobody caught on until I…uh…took care of the CEO of a lodging company," Ivy responded.

"People I guess aren't the smartest," Roselyn pointed out.

"Yeah I guess," Harley said and crossed her arms. Her demeanor changed when she saw the mansion. Roselyn had no idea why this woman got so excited over the simplest things. But then she leaned over and saw just how big the mansion was and got really excited. When the cab stopped, the two climbed out of the cab quickly while Ivy stayed to pay the cab driver. Harley adjusted the glasses she wore as part of her disguise (but were actually hers- turns out her eye sight wasn't the best). Rosie had to admit, the glasses did make her look older and more intellectual.

The three walked up to the door and Harley rang the doorbell. The doors had to at least be twelve feet tall, Rosie guessed. She was surprised when an older British gentleman answered the door to greet them. Roselyn found she liked his accent and she wondered why people who spoke the same language sounded different. She had this thought before when she had been carted around the country.

"Hey, Rose!" Tim said when he saw her enter his home. He had started calling her Rose the second time they saw each other. She had been in the hallway and one of the boys thought it would be funny to knock her books to the ground. Tim had been passing by the sixth grade wing and witnessed it. He had put that sixth grade boy in his place and helped Roselyn pick up her things. He had said see you, Rose, and that had made her day. She finally had a friend.

"Hi Tim!" she waved. "Thanks for inviting us over."

"It's no problem. It kind of gets boring around here when it's just me, Bruce, and Alfred," he said referring to his butler. Tim took her hand and led her over to where the adults were introducing themselves. "It's actually been a lot nicer here with Selina. She's Bruce's girlfriend," he said pointing to the woman dressed in an elegant black dress with emerald jewelry which matched her eyes. The woman was strikingly beautiful and she was definitely a member of high class society. "Hey Bruce, this is Roselyn," he introduced them. The tall man smiled warmly at her and shook her hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Roselyn. I am very happy to have one of Tim's friends and her family here to dine with us," Bruce said sincerely.

"This is Selina," Tim said.

"You look very beautiful tonight, Roselyn," Selina smiled and Roselyn was still awestruck at her beauty. It was a different beauty than what Ivy possessed. There was just something more elegant and maybe almost feline-like about Selina.

"And Tim, this is my mommy, Paula, and her best friend, my Auntie Hannah," she smiled.

"It's very nice to meet you, Tim," Ivy smiled.

"You look very handsome tonight," Harley said. And he did look cute in his suit. Tim blushed at the compliment.

"Tim, if you'd like you can show Roselyn around. Be in the dining room by eight," Bruce said.

"Okay!" Tim grabbed Roselyn's hand and led her away from the adults. She followed him up a large staircase; she had never climbed so many stairs in one flight in her life! He led her into a game room where he kept all of his things. She looked up at Tim and smiled.

"Your house is so amazing!" she complimented.

"Thanks. But I have to know something."

"Sure, what is it?" she asked and he sat down on a large swivel chair. It was pretty big, so he invited her to sit down on it with him. She looked around the room and noted the expensive looking paintings that covered the walls. She wondered what it would be like to have so much money that she could have her own air hockey table or a huge television screen with any video game consul she could imagine.

"You'd say you're really my friend, right?" he murmured. "You aren't just my friend because of who I am?"

"How could you think that?" Roselyn asked him. Although they hadn't known each other long, she felt like she consider Tim her big brother. She'd never be friends with someone just because of their money. "You're the first person in school to be nice to me."

"Sorry, it was stupid," he stood up and put his hands in his pockets. "I shouldn't worry about stuff like that."

"So people really do just be friends with you for your money?"

"At that school, yeah. Everyone's rich and they all want to network with Bruce Wayne's son."

"Before I was adopted, I had nothing," Roselyn said and swung her legs back and forth. "I only had one outfit to wear and shoes that were too small for me. People didn't really like me and I wasn't treated how I should have been. I thought I deserved what I got," she explained and looked up at him nervously. "I'd never just like someone for their money or what they have or what they don't have. That isn't fair. I like you because you're nice to me and we have fun together after school."

"I'm so sorry I doubted you, Rose," Tim said honestly. "I didn't know you had it so tough before. You aren't like the other kids. There's something…different about you." Roselyn nervously bit her lip as he studied her. She wasn't ready to confide everything yet.

"It's okay. You're used to people taking advantage of your money," she shrugged.

"Hey, have you played a videogame before?"

"I don't think I have."

"Come on, then!"

The hour had gone by too fast. It was a little bit past eight when Roselyn and Tim arrived in the dining room. She took a seat beside Ivy and across from Tim. She was amazed at the amount of food served on the table. Bruce explained that these were only the appetizers. Roselyn looked at Harley who was seated on her left and had to stop herself from giggling as Harley eyed the food. They ate and the adults made small talk. Roselyn and Tim would make faces at each other, daring the other to laugh and ruin the adults' conversation.

"So Roselyn," Bruce said when he caught Tim making a face at her. "What are your interests?"

"Interests?" she repeated. She was confused and tried not to look at Ivy for an answer. She wasn't sure if she even had any interests. She thought momentarily before saying, "I like to garden." She saw Ivy stiffen in her seat; perhaps that had been too much. "I used to do it a lot in the orphanages I stayed at," she quickly explained.

"Why's that?" Bruce asked.

"It was just something to do," she shrugged. "Things changed a lot because I would go from orphanage to orphanage but gardening was always the same."

"So gardening was like a constant in your life," Selina smiled.

"Yeah, I guess it was," Roselyn nodded.

"Do you still garden?" she asked.

"Actually, I haven't," Roselyn replied. She hadn't really thought about it much before, but it was strange that she hadn't gardened in what seemed like forever. The winter months had never stopped her in the past and she'd always tend to the garden wherever she stayed. It had been calming and it had been a time where she could whisper to plants and socialize since she had a lack of human social interaction with her peers.

"She's discovering a lot of new things," Ivy added.

"I'm learning how to make choices," Roselyn stated proudly. And she really was; she was starting to pick out outfits to wear on the weekend and after school. Ivy still helped her out a little bit, but she was getting so much better. She was even able to decide on the dress that she wore. She had picked it out on her very own at the store.

"Choices?" Bruce questioned.

"Yeah, Rosie never made decisions before like going to the store and choosing which shirt to buy," Harley spoke up. "Paula's doing a great job with her, though. Rosie's like a new person!"

"I'm very proud of you, Roselyn. You seem to be in good hands," Selina said and made eye contact with Ivy. Roselyn could feel the tension between the two and she noted how Harley just looked down at her lap and fiddled with her napkin. She didn't really know why Harley seemed so nervous or why Ivy might be panicking just a little bit under her nonchalant expression. "Hannah, Paula, I must show you our vacation photos from Venice. It's such a beautiful place," she said and stood up. Reluctantly, the other two women followed her into another room.

After dinner, the three said goodbye to Bruce, Selina, and Tim. Roselyn was excited to ride in a limo since Alfred agreed to drive them home. It had been an exhilarating trip back and she hoped she'd be able to ride in a limo again. It made her feel like an important person, just like how Bruce Wayne probably felt every day. When they got home, Ivy started walking around the house with anger in every movement her body made. Roselyn was a bit freaked out and stayed close to Harley. She had never seen Ivy with a temper before. "Now Red, calm down. She promised she wouldn't say anything."

"Like hell she won't," Ivy seethed. She got out a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass. She wasn't really one to drink and Roselyn didn't think alcohol even affected her.

"What's going on?" she asked Harley.

"We know Selina," she said to her. "And she recognized us. But she's a friend. The three of us used to work together. She's also known as Catwoman. Her identity isn't really that secret, but don't go around sayin' it," Harley explained.

"Go to bed, Roselyn," Ivy demanded. Terrified, Roselyn rushed into her room. She had never seen Ivy so angry before and it frightened her. She quickly changed into her pajamas and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and take care of any nighttime business. She could hear Ivy slamming things around the kitchen and cursing as she went. Roselyn didn't feel like eavesdropping and crawled into bed. She pulled her covers up to her chin. She jumped about ten minutes later when Harley came into her room and shut the door behind her.

"It's my fault," Roselyn said with tears in her eyes. "We shouldn't have gone tonight."

"Aww, now don't say that," Harley smiled and sat down on Rosie's bed. "We had a lot of fun tonight, didn't we? And how many people get to say they got to have dinner with the Bruce Wayne, hmm? Tim's a nice kid, too. You wouldn't want to disappoint him by turning down invites to do things."

"Yeah, Tim's a really good friend," Roselyn agreed.

"Let Red cool off for the night," Harley said. "You let me worry about everything, okay?"

"I just don't want her to be sad," she sniffed.

"She worries a lot about you being taken from her. Remember what we talked about earlier?"

"Yeah, I remember," she nodded.

"Don't take it personally. She isn't mad at you. You've done nothin' wrong," Harley kissed the top of her forehead.

"Thanks, Harley," Roselyn said hugging her teddy bear.

"Good night," Harley said and shut the door behind her.

All the drama really starts next chapter!

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