"Is mommy's little baby okay? With this greenhouse all to ourselves, I sure hope so." the light green skinned former scientist whispered to her rose flower while watering it. Life was good for Pammy. The continent EurAsia was a perfect place for her to conduct her research now that she was free from Arkham. She needed a break from life and this was more than fitting, she though. Still, even though life was the best it could be for her, she couldn't stop thinking about her troubled friend. Harely was so predictable and so foolish, but she was the only human Ivy cared about at all, with possibly the other exception being Harvey, but with their history, not even Ivy knew what to believe. Humans in general polluted and murdered her babies, but Harley was the only one who, for some unknown reason, didn't bother Pammy. She actually grew to enjoy the time they spent together, but the annoyance and the disgust she had for her relationship wit the Joker never left her mind. He was the definition of a true monster she thought. Still, Ivy wished Harley the best. Maybe things were turning out for the better this time around. Ivy let out a small smile "You're okay now, aren't you?" Ivy said, rubbing the plant like a mother would her baby's soft head. After watering a few more, Ivy wiped her hand accross her forehead to remove the sweat that began to cover her eyes. Once her eyes became cleared, she focused on her picture with Harely that she had on a small desk in the corner of the house. Harley was pulling Ivy's hair, but both were lighting up the camera with the biggest smiles in the world. This brought out another smile from the scientist, but her eyes began to zoom onto a small crack on the picture near Harley's face. Ivy didn't recall it being there, but she placed her hand over it and cleaned out the small dust around it. "I hope you're okay Harley."
"That's the answer to the riddle, Doctor Hugo Strange. I expected you to know that it only takes two bullets to kill five new born babies if they all reside in the same woumb. Just simply shoot the mother in the forehead with one and with the other, well, just shoot her again to make a point." Riddler told the psychotrist. Hugo Strange wore a white lab coat, buttoned all the way up to his neck that was covered by his dark thick beard. He placed his hands on his glassess in dismay.
"Edward, you have to meet me half way in order to cure yourself. You cannot find that answer to be humanly sane or remotely correct."
"Oh, I'm sorry Doctor. I did not know your mind was so inferior to mine. Shall I ask you something else in order to cure my....problem? Honestly, do you really believe I have a problem? Compared to the rest of these lunatics, I'm like a God in some sense." Edward said while placing his hands on his chin in order to lean his face against them. Hugo stood up from his chair and wrote something on his clipboard while making a displeased face. "Taking notes, are we? It's impolite not to share with your patient. Don't worry Doctor, I'll surely understand it. Every little bit." Riddler confidently told the doctor while also standing up.
"Edward, you have a long way to go before being cleared, but don't worry. With our rehabilitation here at Arkham, you'll be ready to live a normal life in no time." Hugo placed his arm on Riddler's shoulder and let out a rather weak smile.
"Normal? Normal is for the un-intelligent. I'd rather be locked up in this place than live a normal life." Riddler said while removing the Doctor's hand. Hugo turned his back to Riddler and placed his pen down.
"Then you'll be in here for awhile." Hugo said causing Riddler to let out a smirk. He knew it wouldn't be awhile or even a week. Things were beginning to fall into place. "We will have another meeting next week. I look forward to seeing you again, Edward." Of course you did, doctor, Riddler thought. Such a fool in charge of the inmates evaluations was a disgrace to doctors everywhere. As Hugo shut the door, Riddler lyed in the patient bed and stared up at the ceiling. Thoughts of the events to come, plus multiple scenarios, ran rapid through his mind. There were no flaws. By tomorrow, he won't be surrounded by such idiots. Tomorrow, it will all come to a head. Riddler places his hands back against his head and layed on them while letting out another smirk.
"Tomorrow....." Riddler mumbled to the ceiling, as if telling God himself that not even he could outsmart a mind as great as his.
Back into the night of Gotham, Tim and Dick were examining a un-marked shipment from EurAsia. Gotham PD overlooked it, or atleast that's what they wanted everyone to think. Gordon thought otherwise and instead cause uproar inside the police headquaters, he decided to let Batman handle it. Tim, in his red and black Robin attire, cut all the tape off with a batarang. Nightwing, dawning his black and blue outfit, grabbed a crowbar to open the crate.
"Like you could ever get that done. Why don't you let a man do that?" Tim jokingly told Dick while tossing the batarang up in the air, catching it. "I mean come on, you're lucky Bruce isn't here. You're becoming slow. Just let me-" Dick, full of anger, used all his power to flip the lid open, breaking the entire lid and crowbar in the process. The pieces went everywhere and the crowbar nearly hit Tim.
"Now, let's look inside." Dick sternly told a scared Tim. Both placed their flashlight goggles on to inspect the crate, but the only thing they saw were numerous bags of plant seeds. Tim cut open one of the bags with his batarang and found exactly what was advertised, plant seeds.
"What kind of criminal actually puts plant seeds in bags for plant seeds? Shouldn't this be full of smuggled drugs or money or something you know, illegal?" Tim told Dick, who was removing his goggles.
"Only one comes to my mind."Dick said.
"Ivy?" Tim questioned Dick. Tim put the bag back and removed his goggless. Dick placed his hand on his head, scratching his forehead in confusion.
"Yeah, but this isn't from the part in EurAsia she's currently in. Seems to me like she's getting outside help." Dick used his bat-grapple to latch onto a nearby building, causing Tim to do the same.
"Harley's locked up though." Tim said before his body was carried to the roof of the building.
"That means someone else is helping her. Tim, keep watch on this. Doesn't seem important so it's not worth telling Bruce, but it just doesn't feel right." Dick said while helping Tim up ontop of the roof.
"Sure, stick me with the lame job." a displeased Tim said. It wasn't what Tim wanted, but he knew that there was more to this than simple plant delivery. There always is more to something. Bruce taught him that. If anything, that's one of his redeeming qualities.
Voices flooded the halls of Arkham, but they all seem to gather in the cell where one slept at. Unlike the other inmates, Harley never left her cell. It was strange of her since she's more of the talkative patients, but everyone wasn't surprised. They knew she was heavily damaged. Harley just sat in the corner of her bed staring at the ground. When would everything become better, become normal? That's all she wanted. A normal life full of the happiness and love she wanted so bad. She had so many changes and always ran away to return to Joker. Mistah J was beginning to become The Joker. Her puddin was slowly becoming just a monster. These sudden changes hurt her so badly. She just began to cry again. Her mind was as broken as she was. She needed help. Not the help of Hugh Strange, but the help of people who actually cared about her. God, she needed it. She needed help from God, a friend, or atleast someone who understand the difference between right and wrong. Justice and injustice. Happiness and sorrow. All she needed was someone. More tears fell from her eyes, staining her orange jumpsuit in by some luck, a heart.
"I just want things to change."her voiced muffled through the tears. Deep down she knew they were, but she wasn't a genuis. She didn't know what life had instore for her. The flow of life was so unpredictable and so scary.
The sun filterd through the small window in Harvey's cell, lightin up his scarred face first and then continuting to his normal side. His eyes opened and he grabbed his coin that he placed on the small nightstand. Tossing it up into the air, he snatched it and help up tails. The light dimmed out again, darkening the room was more and lettting him fade back into the darkness. It wouldn't be long, he thought. Today was the day.
Last edited by Jack Spicer; 03-03-2012 at 11:27 PM.