The only thing Roselyn really liked about staying at Wayne manor was the very large garden. It was easy to escape to and she could avoid everything around her. She could pretend she was happy surrounded by the different foliage. It was almost April and some of the flowers were blooming already. The reason why she was out in the garden was because she needed to get away from all the overwhelming things that went on in the mansion. She didn't really like the size of it. It was way too big for her and it didn't feel like home at all. She felt bad from running off from Tim, but she didn't want to talk to anyone. Actually, she kept speaking to a minimum since that night she had been taken away from the woman who became her mother and then willingly let her go. Everyone said it was for the best, but she didn't believe it.

She sat in the garden, the wind blowing her brown hair to the left. She knew Bruce was looking for her since he had approached her without really thinking. She tended to flee when people came near her. Trusting anyone had been a stupid idea. Letting herself love someone had been even dumber on her part. She should have known nothing would have lasted. Good things never did for her and they were rare. That had been the longest time where she had been truly happy.

The plants told her someone was approaching her, so she got up from her spot and began to run through the garden. She made her way to a tree and climbed up it, with the help of the tree's limbs. She sat up on a high branch and panted; she wasn't really much of a runner. She almost fell out of the tree when she turned and saw Selina sitting on the same branch as her. Before she slipped, Selina grabbed her arm to steady her. "Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to talk." Roselyn went to jump out of the tree knowing the plants around her would make sure she didn't fall to the ground, but Selina kept a grip on her. "You need to stop running away from everything that doesn't go your way," Selina said to her.

Roselyn looked up at Selina with a questioning look. She didn't think she was running away, but now that she thought about it, she was. She had never been that way before Ivy and usually took things as they came. Perhaps she should go back to the way she was because she'd probably never have that happiness again. There was no point in running away now that she didn't have anything worthwhile waiting for her. "I didn't realize I was," Roselyn said in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's all right. Running away from your problems isn't always worth it though. It might seem like it at the time. You avoid people and are on your own. You can't trust them because you couldn't trust the people closest to you or you never learned how to trust," she explained. "You can keep running, but one day you'll wake up and realize you can't run anymore. And you find out people do care about you even if you didn't believe it."

"It's hard," Roselyn looked down at her hands in her lap. "I never had anyone that said they loved me until Pammie. And I trusted her, but look what happened? She gave me up."

"She let you go, she didn't give you up. You can still trust her," Selina replied.

"But I'll never see her again," Roselyn countered and shut her eyes tightly. She would not let herself cry all over again. She had cried enough tears and quite frankly, when she got emotional, she'd get some pretty bad headaches after a while and she wanted to avoid that.

"That doesn't mean you can't trust her," Selina rubbed her back soothingly. "She let you go because she loves you so much that she knows in her heart that her lifestyle isn't good for you. She doesn't want you to be surrounded by criminals or have to be afraid someone would come in and take you away from your home."

"How do you know?"

"I know her, remember? I've worked with her before. I guess you can say we're kind of like friends. We get along sometimes, but we tend to disagree on a lot of things. It's rare, but I do agree with her on this. You need stability and right now, she can't give you that herself."

"I've never had stability," Roselyn replied. "Not until she took me in."

"It was still unstable," Selina countered. "And Ivy knew that. She really cares about you. Which is why Bruce and I were part of the interviewing process. There's someone here that passed with flying colors. We think she'd take really good care of you."

"I don't want a new mommy," Roselyn looked up at her. "I don't want a replacement." Roselyn bit the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions from spilling out. She wondered why everyone agreed with Ivy while she was the only one to be against it. She didn't understand anything at the moment. Why did everyone assume they knew what was best for her? Couldn't they just listen to her and do what she thought was best for herself? Perhaps the best for her was to stay in Arkham so she could at least be in the same building as the woman who changed her life for the better. She was mad at Ivy for giving her up, but at the same time, she'd be willing to forgive her if she just let her back in.

"You won't be replacing her," Selina said. "She is still your mother. But you can have two mothers if you decide this woman who wants to adopt you can be called your mother. But that is entirely up to you."

"I can?" she asked skeptically.

"Sure, why not?" Selina shrugged. "Some people have one parents, some have a mom and a dad, a mom and a mom, and a dad and a dad. I don't see why you couldn't have two mothers."

"But Pammie isn't married to anyone," Roselyn said, a bit confused.

"She doesn't need to be. Some people have parents who don't live together and parents who aren't married," she explained. "So, what do you say? Do you want to give this person a chance?"

"I don't know," Roselyn trailed.

"Pamela wants you to be happy," Selina said. "Please try to make an effort to be happy. If not for yourself, then do it for her." Selina flipped out of the tree with grace. Roselyn was surprised to see her land on her feet in heels and wondered if she could ever be that graceful and talented. She shook her head, thinking about what Selina just told her.

There was a woman there who was interested in adopting her who Bruce and Selina thought was a great fit. It was amazing to think there was someone who actually wanted to adopt her. Beside Pamela, there had never been anyone who jumped at the opportunity to adopt the eleven year old. She thought she'd be doomed to be in the foster care system forever since people mostly wanted younger kids and babies, or kids without weird plant abilities. She wondered why someone would be happy to adopt her; she hoped it wasn't because experimenting on her seemed like fun.

But Tim's father wouldn't send off Tim's best friend to go live with a deranged scientist somewhere. Thinking of Tim, she smiled. He was a great friend to her and she felt she didn't deserve someone like that in her life especially since she hadn't been too nice to him lately. She hadn't been mean, but she had been uninterested and moped around most of the time.

Selina was right. She couldn't run away and she had to trust someone. She needed to trust Ivy's decision to let her go. The woman would never let anything bad happen to her, so she needed to believe nothing bad would happen to her. She needed to trust Bruce and Selina's judgement and give this woman a chance. After all, Pamela had given her a chance and so did Tim and the rest of them, so this mystery woman definitely deserved a chance to be good and do the right thing.

Taking a deep breath, Roselyn jumped from the tree and allowed it to place her down on the ground gently. She quickly thanked it before running as fast as she could towards the mansion. She was going to face this head on. On her way, she passed Tim near one of the back doors doing whatever it was boys did outside. "Hey, Rose," he gave he a smile.

"Hi, Tim," she stopped and caught her breath for a moment. "I'm really sorry about how I've been acting."

"It's no big deal," he shrugged. "But you look better than you did a few hours ago. What changed that?"

"Selina talked to me in a tree," Roselyn stated.

"I would say that's weird, but I've seen and heard weirder," Tim shrugged with a smirk on his face. "Come on, I'll bring you to the room they're probably in."

"Hey Tim," she said and grabbed his arm when he started to walk away. He stopped and turned around. "Thanks for everything."

"It's nothing," he waved it off.

"No, it isn't. I'm so glad to have a friend like you."

"I'm Robin," he whispered to her. "It's what I do."

Just a couple more chapters left :)