"Hi Pammie!

"I spotted Harley the other day when I was walking home from school. I guess she must have broken out from Arkham, but I didn't ask her. I was walking with some friends from school and I spotted her. I made up a lie and said I left something at school. Let me tell you, I am a really bad liar and it was pretty amazing how they actually believed me. I don't think they really did, but they didn't ask questions. They accept my weirdness and just kind of go with it.

"Anyway, Harley and I caught up. I didn't care if I got caught with her. I know I'm not supposed to hang out with her, but how could I not when she was conveniently disguised and right there? She took me out for lunch and we caught up. It was really nice to talk to her, you know? I haven't seen either of you in a really long time. I'm sure by now Harley told you all about it so I'm not going to repeat everything.

"I will say that Harley mentioned you haven't broken out of Arkham since that time we all broke out together. I remember that. It was when I realized you really were there for me, you know. Like I could really trust you with my life at that point. It meant…it meant everything to me that you were willing to come get me and let me live with you; giving me a home. You gave me my first home, you gave me my first real home cooked meal, you gave me a bed and clothes and toys. And you were the first person to ever say 'I love you' to me. I really mean it when I say it meant everything to me.

"Anyway, I'm really proud of you for not breaking out of Arkham. I hope you're taking your rehabilitation seriously because…well…I want what's best for you. You don't deserve to have people after you. You deserve a really good life like me. And I hope you can get that.

"You might be wondering what I've been doing and what happened to me. I'm not sure if they told you any of that. If they did, sorry to bore you with repeated stuff but I want to tell you everything. So I was adopted by the commissioner's daughter, Barbara Gordon. Funny, right? She treats me really well. I have dinner every night, I always have a lunch for school, and she gives me everything that I need and more. So don't hate her, okay? She's…she's like my mom. I…I know it's probably hard to hear that. But I can have two moms because some people do, so why can't I, right? Barbara may be my mom, but you'll always be my mommy. I did kind of change my name. I'm officially Roselyn Lillian Gordon. So we have the same middle name. I did it on purpose.

"I went trick or treating a couple of days ago with some friends from school. I invited Tim to come along, but he says he's too old for it. Too old for candy? That's just ridiculous. My friends and I went as Disney princesses. I got to be Belle. You liked her from that movie, right?

"I'm doing better in school. You'd like Barbara. She thinks school's really important like you did. I still don't really see the point, but I try my best for her. And for you. I don't know what I want to do yet. It feels weird to have so many things I can do. I can be anything I want to be. It's a lot of pressure.

"But I'm happy. And I hope you're happy, too. I…you're not the only one who has to talk to someone. I go to therapy, too. I go once a week every Tuesday after school. I work things out there and it helps me. I forget what my therapist said, but it had to do with being socially and emotionally…umm…too young for my age. Or something like that. But I've been working on it. I'm getting better.

"And I'm sorry about how things left off between us that night. I couldn't think right back then and had that stupid temper tantrum like a two year old. I didn't think things through. I reacted stupidly and I'm sorry. I don't remember if I told you, but I love you. I still do. Barbara gave me a locket and it has a picture of me and you in it. Even if we…if we never see each other, I'll always remember you. You know that, right? I'm not going to forget. Ever. I promise.

"Barbara says if I keep you close in my heart, then you're not that far away. I don't really get it. She says I will someday.

"Barbara brings me to our old home. She had people get rid of the things in your lab. I told her it was okay and I didn't care that you used my blood anymore, but she said it was a biohazard, whatever that means, and it had to go. But she lets me take care of your plants. And we clean the house every Saturday. I…I just want you to have a home to go to when you get out. I took your pillow, though. I hope you don't mind.

"I hope that maybe one day I'll have more of a say in everything. When I'm eighteen, I think I could figure something out to see you again. Even if you're still in Arkham…maybe since I'd be an adult I could get you out? I…I don't really know. I'm just a kid. I'm powerless to do anything. At least, that's what it feels like.

"And you might feel…maybe a little powerless in Arkham. But if you cooperate and get better…I know you're already fine, but they don't think so. So you've got to play their game so you can just get out of there. Maybe when you're out, they'll let us see each other again. But if Batman doesn't let us, well, I'd try to fight him. I wouldn't win, but at least I know I tried, right? I don't know. It's stupid. People say things get clearer when you get older. Everything just seems to get more confusing.

"Sorry, I'm ranting. Barbara works nights a lot, so Selina comes and stays with me from nine until two or three in the morning. She tells me stories about you. They're all good. And some of them are kind of funny. She thought about adopting me, you know. But she decided not to because she knew I wouldn't be happy at Wayne Manor. And she was right. The time I spent there made me feel…small, I guess. I don't really know how to describe it. But Tim…his family was really good to me. I'm thankful for that.

"Can you do one thing for me? Promise not to give up. Just be happy, okay? Because you deserve it. And I do remember you and I always will. I love you, Pammie. I wish…I wish things could go back to the way they were sometimes, you know? I love Barbara and everything, but she isn't you.

"I wish I could hear you one more time. All I have are memories from those few months. I'm afraid they'll fade soon because that's what happens. You forget what people sound like after a while. I'm holding onto those memories for as long as I can. I even wrote them down so if I do forget some details, I'll have them.

"I'm meeting Harley again tomorrow morning before school. I'm going to give her this recording and hope it gets to you. I love you, mommy."

"Pamela, what do you have here?" Ivy's eyes snapped open when she saw Dr. Leland standing outside of her cell at Arkham Asylum. Ivy quickly ripped out the headphones Harley had sneaked into the Asylum a couple of months ago and shoved it under her pillow along with an old iPod Harley uploaded the sound file on. Ivy had been very careful with the only link she had to Roselyn; she just hadn't expected Dr. Leland to come check up on her at nine at night. The guards never paid attention as to what the inmates did in their cells. If they did look inside, they didn't particularly care and would ignore them. "Pamela," Dr. Leland started. "You've been doing such a great job with your rehabilitation. I'd hate to see you give up when you've obviously been trying really hard and making progress."

Ivy sighed and took out the iPod (an old orange iPod nano, fourth generation- she had no idea why Harley had an orange one, but didn't think much of it since the things the blonde did didn't make sense ninety nine percent of the time). She would have had to go through a cell search later if she didn't comply. She didn't particularly want to be forced out of her cell as it was searched thoroughly and they'd find the iPod anyway. "It's just an old iPod," Ivy stood and showed Dr. Leland. "See? No plants."

"Pamela, you know you can't have any kind of electronic device in your cell. I'm going to have to confiscate it."

"Please," Ivy clutched it to her chest. "You can't."

"Unfortunately, I need to take it and file a report."

"Not if you give me privileges for being cooperative," Ivy countered.

"Pamela," Dr. Leland sighed. "I don't really want to argue. Just give me the iPod and we'll call it a night."

Poison Ivy hesitated for a moment. She bit her lower lip before deciding to just come clean. After all, this was bound to happen at some point. "Harley gave it to me," Ivy began. "Because…because she bumped into Roselyn and Roselyn recorded a message for me. I swear that's all that's on this thing."

"Pamela," Dr. Leland said, beginning to repeat herself. However, her face softened and gave her a saddened look. Ivy had told her everything and how happy she was when she took in Roselyn. It was everything she had ever wanted, and it was ripped away from her. Dr. Leland's eyes watered up at the end when Ivy completely broke down in therapy when she talked about how she felt about having Roselyn taken away from her. It's like…it's like losing a child. But it's worse because I know she's alive and she might still be in this city, but I can never get to her. I'll never hug her again. I'll never hear her voice. And it hurts.

"It was a month ago. I listen to it most nights before I go to bed," Ivy admitted. "It helps me sleep at night because I know she's happy and she's with someone who seems to love her very much. I wish it was me, but I know it'll never be."

"Do you mind if I come in?" Dr. Leland asked her. Ivy shrugged her shoulders. The psychiatrist came in and took a seat on Ivy's bed beside her. "I know it's been really hard for you. Letting someone go you really care about hurts. But you did the right thing."

"I keep telling myself that, but it doesn't make it any easier."

"Then why torture yourself and listen to her voice?"

"Because for that moment when I close my eyes, I can picture her. You know, on weekends she used to climb into my bed in the morning. We'd just lay there sometimes and talk or fall right back asleep. It's those little moments I really miss." She paused. "I just hate that we couldn't stay together. And I know I fucked it up taking her blood. Maybe things would be different if I didn't do that."

"Why did you take her blood?" Dr. Leland asked. Ivy had never opened up about that before. Whenever it was brought up, she shut down. This time, she mentioned it first and Dr. Leland just went with it. She should have gone home three hours ago, but making progress with Pamela Isley was something she couldn't miss out on.

"I thought," she began, her green eyes staring at the door to her cell ahead of her. "I could find some things about her. I wanted to see if she was like me. And to an extent, she is. But she's almost like a prototype of a better version of me. She doesn't have to worry about her skin, she doesn't secrete deadly toxins, and as far as I can tell she will be able to have children in the future. She doesn't have the ability to heal quickly, but she is immune to all toxins. She isn't immune the way I am; she's not really immune. She seems to be because if she gets sick in the human part of her, that part may go slightly dormant and the plant side takes over so it seems like she isn't sick."

"So she won't display any symptoms," Dr. Leland understood.

"Right. So she doesn't really have a hyper-immune system. Not like me. Woodrue either didn't get the chance to do that to her, or he didn't do it on purpose and wanted to…to breed her. I managed to dig up some information," Ivy looked at Dr. Leland. "I know it goes against everything here, but I had to know. I had someone on the outside working for me. I had her look into Woodrue's research about Rosie."

"You know that's not allowed," Dr. Leland stated firmly. "I know you care about her, but the fact that you have people working for you on the outside digging up information probably illegally is a major setback. I thought you were really making progress, Pamela."

"I am," Ivy assured. "They aren't working directly for me. Harley is in charge of everything. All I told her was to find things out, and she did. She's a lot smarter than she lets on, you know."

"I do. She used to work with me," Dr. Leland reminded her. "Harleen is a very intelligent woman. She's just…not all there anymore. If I may ask, what did she find out?"

"That bastard had another child. He kept them separated. This one was a boy called Jason Jr. About the same age as my little Rosie. But he didn't survive. His DNA was unstable and he didn't make it past the growth in the test tube phase. Before he could start a new one, he was caught."

"That's disgusting," Dr. Leland commented and decided not to reprimand Ivy for having Harley dig up some information. It wasn't like she was having Harley go out there and hurt people, or at least she hoped. She doubted it, though, since she wanted to find out information quietly and Harley hadn't murdered anyone except when she was with Joker, something Ivy didn't have any control over. "Those poor kids," she murmured.

"Anyway, I was careless. I got carried away with her blood because it was different than mine and I had to see how it reacted to plants."

"How did it react?" Dr. Leland queried.

"I couldn't control the plants. They would only respond to her, which has never happened to me before. From what I could tell, she made a strong mental bond with them. Her bonds with plants were mental and emotional before that, but exposing them to her blood made that connection deeper once she was aware."

"Do you regret those experiments?" Dr. Leland asked in a quiet voice.

"Not…completely. The first ones, no. The plant ones, maybe. My curiosity got out of control. But I won't say I regret analyzing her blood. She wasn't the healthiest when she came to live with me."

"She refused to eat."

"Because she thought eating was a chore. She had only been fed awful food. Before me, Arkham was the best food she ever had." Dr. Leland had nothing to say to that. Perhaps she should have bent the rules and smuggled in food to the poor girl. "Anyway, I wish I didn't see how her blood reacted to plants. That was a mistake and I wish I could take it back. She forgives me, but…"

"Hey," Dr. Leland put a hand on her shoulder. "Keep the iPod. As long as you promise not to have Harleen running errands for you, okay?"

"Thank you," Ivy said with tears in her eyes. "I still love Rosie so much. Could you see if…?"

"I'm sorry, Pamela," Dr. Leland gave her a sad smile. "It's not just up to me or anyone here. The police and other authorities don't want you or her to be associated."

"But you could…"

"I can't," she interrupted. "What I mean is, I already tried a number of times. Not just for your sake, but for Roselyn's. It's beyond my power this time."

"Okay," Ivy took a shaky breath. "I'd give anything to hold her one more time."

"I know, Pamela, I know," Dr. Leland replied. "You get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

When Dr. Leland left, Ivy put the earbuds back in and pressed play. "A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. In dreams, you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams since someday your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true..."

Not going to lie, I love this ending. It's a much better ending than "Rosie and Ivy lived happily ever after" in my opinion. What do you think?

Someone asked if I was going to write a sequel...should I? Thoughts on that? Is Roselyn a good enough character for a sequel? I don't know, but please leave your opinions in a review or PM :)

Thank you to everyone who read this story and especially my reviewers as well as those who chose to directly PM me long messages about how much you enjoyed it. It means a lot!

Fun facts about this story:

When I originally created Roselyn, she was going to be Harley and Joker's daughter who Ivy took in because Harley was afraid she'd get hurt. She chose the Joker over her own child. So, Rosie was going to look very similar to Harley. But I couldn't get past the chapter when Harley left her with Ivy. Odd, right? Then I thought: why not make Roselyn an orphan? I really didn't think of the whole hybrid plant idea until after a couple of chapters.

Joker's running gag calling Roselyn "Daffodil" or "Daffi" was completely random. It just kind of happened, but it allowed him not to harm her because how could he ruin one of his best gags?

The chapters with Harley and Ivy in them are meant to be ambiguous. It could just be seen as a deep friendship, or there's something more. But that's for the reader to decide :)