Fists hammering on the door at 12:30 in the morning. This never happened before she agreed to let a couple of parolees stay in her loft. With the fingers of her right hand curled into something akin to a tigress's claws she stalked down the hall, past the guest room Ivy and Harley shared, and too the front door. She cheeked the peephole. Then checked it a second time, with a feeling of bewilderment. Opening the door she beheld a disheveled looking woman of about 5' 8" with dark brown hair and frantic eyes.

"Miss Kyle?" The woman asked, trying to sound vaguely professional, though her frenzied state of mind rather ruined that attempt.

"That depends on whose asking."

"Oh... Sorry, sorry, Uhm.. Birch." The woman extended a hand. "Doctor Hazel Birch."

Recognition entered Selina's eyes as she shook the psychiatrist's hand. "Ivy's doctor."

Hazel nodded. "I... I Went looking for her. They said she and Miss Quinzel had relocated to their parole sponsor's house and, well, your address was listed."

"Yes, they're here." Selina replied wearily, stepping aside. "C'mon on in."

"IVY!" Selina snapped, after shutting the door, her voice cutting the air like a bull whip.

Pamela wandered out of the guest room wearing nothing but a pair of stargazer pink panties over her soft green skin. Selina groaned in annoyance, covering her eyes with her hand, then dragging her fingers across her face as if contemplating shredding her own flesh as a means of physical therapy. Dr. Birch blushed furiously and averted her gaze. Pamela looked between the other two women with an amused smirk. "What? It's nothing you don't see every day in the mirror!"

She paused when she realized who Selina's guest was. For a moment she gazed at Hazel in disbelief.

"Dr. Birch?"

Hazel looked up, still blushing, but nodded. "I'm sorry for coming here so late but... Pamela, I need to talk to you. In private?"

Selina waved a dismissive hand. "Pam, sure you lock the door when she leaves."

"Yes, yes, I know the basic rules of a house hold, Selina, thank you." Isley replied as the dark haired women brush paced her and headed back to her own room.

"Come, Doctor, come sit down. You look dreadful, is something wrong?" Pamela asked, gently guiding Hazel down the hall to the living room. The only source of illumination came from the balcony doors, the blinds drawn back to let in the light of the city skyline and the moon overhead as the two women sat down across from one another on the couch.

"It's Eric." Hazel said as she settled into her seat.

"Your ex?"

"Ex-ex." Hazel replied, her tone more hopeful than joyful. "He showed up this evening, flowers, chocolates, and such an apology. He really wanted me to know how sorry he was, and he made me feel like ME again, and he felt like himself and just... It was wonderful."

"I'm sensing a but a coming..." Pamela guessed grimly as she watched her doctor.

Hazel nodded softly, reaching into her blouse pocket and pulling out the apology note she'd found in the chocolates. "When he left, I found this in the candy box."

Pamela took the note, her expression darkening with each word read. "Oh dear..."

Hazel studied Pamela's face intently. She had to know. She didn't want to believe it, but she had to be sure Pamela hadn't done anything on purpose. The worried look of anguish on Pamela's face told her all she needed to know. For a moment the two womens eyes met in unspoken understanding.

"It's been a long time since someone became obsessed with me without my intentionally meaning for it to happen." Pamela mused mournfully.

"I don't think he meant for it too. But they never do, people become obsessed by accident, through trauma and mistakes. He and I had a fight about you... And now he thinks pleasing you is the way to fix it all and make it right again."

"And if the police find out about it, they won't believe he's obsessed of his own accord."

"Right. They'll believe it's all your doing. They'll blame you, and if he does anything incriminating, your parole will be over..."

Pamela sighed weakly, hanging her head and closing her eyes. "I just... Wanted things to be normal again. A normal life, a chance to prove I could be a functional member of society again."

"I know, Pam, I know. There's still chance, but only if we can find him."

"You think that's possible?" Pamela asked, looking up at the psychiatrist hopefully.

"I think we've got to try. Do you have any idea who this person is he mentions in the note? Someone you've been looking for?"

Isley shook her head. "No idea. I'm not exactly the social type anymore. Other than Harley and Selina... Well, and you, I don't really have any friends amongst people. I haven't a clue who he could of thought he found that would make me happy."

"All right. We'll have to find him then. Come on, we'll start at his apartment."

Pamela hesitated, considering the risks with violating her parole.

"Pam, you're with your psychiatrist, it will be okay, I promise."

The reformed villainess sighed and rose from the couch. "Let me get some clothes."

As Isley made her way out to the hall, Hazel caught herself ogling the beautiful woman's well rounded posterior. Blushing brightly once more Hazel quickly averted her eyes, gazing out the window instead as she mentally reprimanded herself, she had a boyfriend, Pamela was a patient, she was straight! She drove home that final point like a nail into a coffin, forcing any flights of fancy from her mind. A few moments later Pam returned, and Hazel gasped in surprise. The woman's green skin was now a gently tanned natural Caucasian hue and her vibrant fire red hair was a lighter more gingery tone. She could easily pass for a completely natural woman, perhaps even go unrecognized for who she really was.

"Plants change their colors with the seasons, and this surprises you?" Pamela asked with momentary amusement as she pulled her long red hair back, holding it back with a simple brown barrette.

"I just... I never knew."

"I could be black, if you think it would help me blend in better. Perhaps even darken my hair, though it would take considerably more time than we have at the moment.

"I'm sure this plenty, Pam." Hazel stammered.

"Then we'd better get moving."

"They're heading out the door. I'm going to follow them."

"No."

"Excuse you? You remember who you're talking to, stud? I'm doing you a favor, I'm not one of your little birdies."

"Selina, listen to me." He growled, his tone leaving no room for argument, even from her. "This is one of the most complex schemes she's ever hatched. Whatever she's up to, it's not going to be pleasant-"

"And you don't want me getting in the line of fire, yes, yes, I know, and it's very sweet that you care so much about little Kitty but I can tak-"

"This Isn't. About. YOU." He snarled, biting off each word with so much force and finality that it almost felt like he was physically touching her.

For a moment there was icy silence from them both. Finally he let out a calming breath and spoke again, his tone almost emotionless.

"It isn't about you, Selina; yes, I would be concerned for your safety more than most others, I admit that, but right now my chief concern is finding out what Ivy is up to. I can't afford to be considering the safety of outside entities. Having Birch in her proximity is already more outside interference than I had hoped to have to deal with. Right now I need you to stay where you are, and make sure that Quinn doesn't get involved. I need Ivy as isolated as physically possible."

Selina remained silent for a minute longer, just to drive home the point that she was mad at him. When she was satisfied that her point was made she relented. "All right. I'll make sure Quinn stays away, but what are you going to do? It's time you clued me in."

"I'm going after Eric Walsh. He's an unknown variable, he has to be contained, Ivy knows it as well as I do. If I can find him, I'll find her too."

"What about the psychiatrist?"

"She's safe. She trusts Ivy, believes in her. Ivy never gets rid of a worshiper, she thrives on that sort of attention, just look at Quinn."

It was Selina's turn to give a monosyllabic response, but where the Bat grunted, the Cat hissed.

"Just keep Quinn from getting involved... And thank you, Selina."

It threw her. He'd gone from biting her her head off to showing her gratitude in the span of a couple minutes. She wasn't used to this side of him, he was different when a Rogue had him on edge, jumpy, even savage, and yet somehow more raw and human than she was used to. By the time she'd processed it enough to try and tell him he was welcome, or remind him that he owed her one now, he had already dropped the call.

Harley was fast asleep when the light from the windows caught the golden green glint of the 'Cat's Eye' goggles that gave her such keen night vision during her after dark prowls across Gotham's darkened roof tops. The blonde was wearing a baby-doll tee and gym shorts as sleeping attire and had her arms wrapped tightly around a new stuff animal Pamela bought her on their way over to Selina's.

There was only one bed in Selina's guest bedroom, but she had known that Ivy and Quinn wouldn't mind sharing. There was more to their relationship than even Batman acknowledged. It was true Ivy liked the way Harley seemed to worship the ground she walked on, but what she really loved was that Harley didn't care about how beautiful she was, or how powerful she was. Harley didn't see all that, she just liked Ivy as a person. She wasn't obsessed with her the way others were, she just liked her, wanted to be her friend, or more, and it was this that fac that Selina knew made Ivy care so greatly for her. Harley was special, and Batman was right to want to keep her out of the situation, she would only make it more difficult to contain Ivy when things came to a head, so the Catwoman slunk through the darkened bedroom, moving through the shadows till she stood at Harley's bedside. Normally she reserved knock out drops for the particularly pesky guards, or the occasional watch dog, but how else was she supposed to make sure Harley stayed put while she went after Ivy and Birch?

She couldn't just abandoned the doctor, she knew Batman was probably right, she knew Ivy wouldn't intend to hurt Birch, but she also knew first hand that Ivy had one hell of a short temper whenever things didn't got her way. All it would take was one little problem in her plan to make her go from Mother Nature to Nature's Wrath, and Birch wouldn't stand a chance if she was stick in the same room with Ivy during such a situation.

Harley's tongue flicked out as the knock out drops touched her lips. She mumbled something about being too full to eat more cotton candy, then rolled over and continued sleeping as the chemical took affect and she slipped into an even deeper state of unconsciousness, while Catwoman slipped out a set of riot cuffs, simple plastic cord which police used to quickly detain individuals during emergency situations. She wrapped the cord around Harley's wrist and the bed post, then ratcheted it closed. The only way Harley would get out was if someone else cut her loose.

Content that the blissful blonde wouldn't be going anywhere Catwoman retreated out of the room and quickly departed the loft to track down Isley and Birch.