Hi, guys! Before you start reading the new chapter I'd like to tell you a little something about myself :)

First of all, my name's Francesca and I live in Matera, a small town in the south of Italy. I never wrote a story in English, so this is my very first time and I hope I'm doing well. Second, I'd like to thanks my readers, expecially the ones who left a review and follow the story: I love you so much!

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The Batman was watching his city from above, laying on a gargoille. After driving Selina home, he wore the Batsuite and ran to the Square, where chaos was everywhere. There were ambulances, journalists and crying people all around. But at least people seemed not to fall down anymore. No signs of a possible guilty.

- What the hell is going on here?-

Selina's voice sounded velvet, even though you could clearly feel her rage.

Bruce knew she was behind him and barely looked at her.

- That's what I'm trying to find out. Are you sure you know nothing about?-

Selina, in her catsuite, sat behind him, her legs swinging over the roof. He stood there, paying attention to every single move in the streets.

The Cat shrugged.- I swear I don't. I was planning something else for tonight.-

The Bat barely smiled.

- I hope your "plans" weren't a robbery.-

-Ha, fun! In case you didn't notice, handsome, it's Valentine's Day and I had my Valentine, too.-

-Then go back to him. I'm busy.-
Selina tensed up and got up. - Fine. I'm leaving you alone. But I bet I can find the guilty before you do.-

- This is not a competition, Catwoman. You'll do nothing but get yourself in troubles.-

-The day you'll say something nice it'll be a day to remember.- claimed Selina before she jumped over the roof and disappeared into the night.

- Commissioner.-

Gordon was smoking, he had found an excuse to leave his collegues for some time, and now in that alley it was just him and the dark knight..

-Here I am.-

-Who did this?-

-It's hard to say, for now. I think we'll know something more after the autopsy-

-Any clue?-

-Well, it seems that before they died, people looked like they were choking-

Bruce understood.
- Poison-
- That's what I think, and there's something else. The dead bodies look green.- Jim's eyes shined.
- Posion Ivy- claimed the Batman.
Gordon nodded and threw his cigarette on the ground. When he looked again in the darkness, he was alone.

There's a huge greenhouse not far from Gotham. A place where every kind of plant is free to grow. The place where Dr. Pamela Isley lives when not in Arkham.

Pam was paying attention to her roses, humming a sad melody.

The Batman showed up behind her and Ivy suddenly turned.

-What a surprise, Batman.- smiled, taking a rose to her scarlet lips.

- I'm sure you know what has just happened in Gotham Square-

Pamela nodded, smiling provocatively.-I heard something-

-Those people have been poisoned-

-Still don't get what you mean- said Pamela, shrugging.

-Their bodies were green.-

Pamela glared at her green hands.-So what?-

The Bat kept quiet. Ivy was smart.

-It wasn't me, if that's what you think. I've left Arkham just a week ago and I aim to stay away from there for as much as possible.-

- Sure, I will. Soon.- she turned her back on him, shaking her scarlet curls.

- You better confess now, Ivy. Because it's just a matter of time before I find the proves you're guilty. Count on it.-

-My name is Pamela Isley! Dr. Pamela Isley to you, Bat!- screamed Pamela, her eyes like fire. - I'm no longer a psycho murderer! I'm done with Poison Ivy- she closed her eyes and tried to calm down. -Anyway, if you mean to find the "proves", be my guest, just leave me alone, please. I'm busy- said, turning her back and starting humming again.

Bruce left.

He meant what he told her. He would have found the proves. She could count on it.