© Ellie Goodson 2016
Chapter Three-Pamela Isley or Poison Ivy
~Arabella Jones~
Upon arrival at Pamela's cell, I took my seat for the third time that day. "Doctor Jones, the newbie."
"Good afternoon, Pamela."
"You're defiantly new here; I haven't been called Pamela in years." The green woman slipped into her chair gracefully, placing her elbows on the table.
I mimicked her actions, a small smile on my face. "First day on the job, you're my third patient."
"Oh, who else have you seen today?"
"Harley Quinn and Two Face. They were both very...interesting to speak to." Pamela chuckled lowly, resting back on the chair.
"Look, Doctor Jones, calm the hostility." I raised my eyebrows; I wasn't going to allow her control.
"And why should I do that?" I asked as my curiosity had been sparked.
A grin formed on Ivy's face as she shook her hair a little. "As long as you don't hurt plants, we'll get along just fine. The only reason I'm here is because I'm different, and because I love plants. The plants were here before us, what right do we have to mistreat them?"
"I agree." Pamela stopped in her tracks, staring at me in disbelief. "I respect plants, and this is exactly why we shall be getting along just fine."
There was a small plant pot on the table, and I reached out to stroke the soft petals. It was a flower, with a mixture of pink and blue petals. I had never seen one like it before, and so I was intrigued. "What a beautiful plant." I murmured, sitting back.
"One of my most treasured babies, I grew her myself not long before I got stuck in here, it was all I had when they locked the cell door and threw away the key."
I began to jot down notes, deciding that Pamela was one of the best patients I'd be treating. "I hear you're going to be the Joker's new psychiatrist." My hand failed, the pen scribbled a long line onto the paper before falling from my fingers. I carefully looked up at Ivy, a lump forming in my throat.
"How do you know that?"
"Word spreads like wild fire here in Arkham." I sighed, completely lost for words.
There was a moment of silence. My mind raced wildly. If Pamela knew, then surely the Joker did. What if...what if he decided to take advantage of this new information? I needed to calm my mind, as a psychiatrist I knew all too well what over thinking could do to a stressed mind.
It was official, I was going to be the Joker's therapist and I wasn't the only one aware of this. I clicked my pen and dropped it onto the desk once more. "Ivy, I need to go now. This is the longest talk I've had with a patient which is good. I must put your notes in the file and...well prepare myself for tomorrow." The understanding plant woman nodded her head, getting up from her seat. "Goodbye, Doctor Jones."
"Goodbye, Poison Ivy."
Returning to my office, I placed Ivy's notes in her file. What a day. It was truly exhausting, and working at Arkham was going to be a challenge I'd have to adapt to. Glancing at tomorrow's time table, I saw the Joker was my second patient. So, I was going to be his psychiatrist-whether I liked it or not-from the beginning.
My patient before the Joker was Harley Quinn, well that would be fun to discuss. The jester didn't seem to like me; I wasn't there to be her friend anyway. I knew her and Poison Ivy had a strong friendship connection-as to why, I couldn't tell. If I managed to befriend Pamela then I could manage to tolerate Harley.
Luckily I didn't have Two Face again tomorrow, I had seen enough today to fill in for tomorrow. After the Joker I'd have the rest of the day free, and I'd be using that time to sort out my office and prepare myself for the next day. I had always been overly organised for as long as I could remember.
As I roamed the streets of Gotham, many people pushed past me. The majority of the citizens were rude, but it was something you got used to after a couple years of living at Gotham. What was important was not allowing the rudeness to infect you, and not allowing yourself to become the average Gotham citizen.
Glancing up at the sky to see it a dark shade of blue already, I also spotted the Bat signal. The dark silhouette of a large bat lit up the sky, which was surprisingly not very cloudy. Someone in this troubled city was in need of our vigilante, the vigilante that nobody wanted around.
It was quite stupid, the fact that it was obvious that Gotham was in need of a saviour and yet nobody wanted our only hero around. Shaking my head, I continued on my way to my apartment. My home was rather dull, I had recently moved there a couple years ago after passing college with a degree.
There wasn't much at my apartment, the basic clothing and sanitary things. I wasn't poor; I had a decent television along with other luxuries. I unlocked my door, slamming it shut afterwards. I needed to move closer to Arkham, my feet were killing and my legs burned.
Flicking on the light switch to the living room, I froze on the spot. Sat on my sofa, legs folded neatly while she held all the jewellery I owned in her clawed hands was Catwoman. The woman wore a tight fitted, black all in one with stiletto heels. The clothing connected to a hood that flapped over her head and onto her face. Small cat ears were on top of her head, pointed razor sharp.
She purred lowly in her throat, swinging a few necklaces on her fingers. "Sorry to just...drop in like this." She hissed, a smirk playing at her blood red lips. "But I needed a present for a hard day's work." I remained silent, and watched completely frozen as she got up and slid out of the window.
My mouth hung agape, hands trembling as everything finally processed. "Cat. Woman!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, furious that the sly thing had taken all of my jewellery. Some of that came from my grandmother and great grandmother, it was worth a fortune. And that was why she took it.
Throwing my fists in the air, I dropped my things on the floor before going to the window that Catwoman came through. Before closing, I took a moment to breathe in the cool air. That god damn Cat, always stealing other people's things. Some of us had to work to earn money to buy the property she stole!
Sighing, I closed the window and made my way to my room. I needed at least ten hours sleep so that I could cope through tomorrow. Harley Quinn and the Joker...at least it would be entertaining. They only had a ten minute gap as well.
At least tomorrow, I'd finally be meeting the Clown prince of Crime. It would be truly...unforgettable.