YOU CAN MAKE PLENTY OF FRIENDS AT ARKHAM

A/N: Another Harley x Ivy fic, told from Ivy's POV. I'm taking this way back to when they met in Arkham. When Ivy was Harleen's patient and when Harleen became Harley and so on...

Anyways, hope you all enjoy and please feel free to comment

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ONE

They caught me. I didn't think what I was doing was that bad but apparently murdering a few innocents to save all plant life is considered...bad? Huh, who knew?

So there I was in Arkham Asylum in one of those horrible orange jumpsuits that clashes horribly with my pale green skin tone and red hair when one of the doctors walked past.

She was deep in conversation with some other doctor; I could only hear the muffled conversation from behind my thick steel door, complete with a cat-flap for food that they push through three times a day.

They were talking about someone she would be seeing to later.

As I leaned against the door to try and get a better listen, one of the guards slid the panel back in the door, brown eyes narrowing in at me as I took a step back.

"Know who that is, Pam?"

I clenched my fists at my sides.

I hated that they called me by my shortened first name, as though we were friends when in fact this particular guard was the first to take a swing at me when I'd first been admitted.

"Her name is Dr. Harleen Quinnzel. Yeah she's new here and she's pretty too, not like all the others in here." He said and I resisted the urge to call him a perv.

"Word is that she's being assigned to you too."

I blinked at that.

I hadn't seen anyone in months, I'd figured they'd given up on me. But then there wasn't much to give up on; I wasn't crazy. I was an Eco-terrorist. I don't necessarily see that as a bad thing.

The guard knocked on the door, dragging me from my thoughts. I shook my head and frowned.

"What?"

"Well, what do ya think about that?"

I could tell he was trying to tease me and I rolled my eyes.

"She won't change anything."

The guard just laughed as he closed the panel and walked away.

I went back to the sorry excuse for a bed and sat down on it, letting out a sigh.

A new doctor in the building...Would she be any good or was she just another hopeful, hoping that she'd be the one to cure us all.

I snorted, good luck with that, honey, I hate everyone.

It only took a few days but soon I found myself being taken to one of the interview rooms.

It was just another cell really. You could put up as many self help posters and you wanted, it didn't change the fact that this was still a shit hole for the criminally insane, again, don't know why I'm even here.

"Dr. Quinnzel will be with you shortly." A guard muttered before bolting me to the table and then leaving the room.

I sighed, looking around the room and while I waited for the new doctor to show.

I tried to imagine what she looked like; she sounded young, maybe a brunette with glasses and a winning smile?

I gave up and instead tested the strength of the chains. They rattled and the guard banged on the door.

"Don't you try anything in there."

I rolled my eyes and put my hands flat on the table, the metal cuffs glinting under the harsh light.

The door opened against and what I presumed to be Dr. Quinnzel walked in.

Okay, so not what I was expecting.

She was maybe a little shorter than me, about a year or two younger, blonde with a glasses which did nothing to hide her impossibly blue eyes. She was smiling but only a little.

She tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear that had come loose from the low bun she currently sported.

She certainly didn't look like a doctor, at least not like any of the doctors I'd seen in here.

"Sorry about that. One of my patients got a little...difficult."

I just stared at her as she sat down, my file open in front of her.

I glanced down at it, seeing the notes; 'delusional, possible god complex, childhood trauma?'

I frowned deeply.

Were those her notes?

She scanned over it before shutting it and then placing her hands on top of it, her gaze coming to rest on me.

"So, Pamela, how are we today?"

I wanted to sit back and fold my arms but the cuffs and chains prevented me from doing any of that, so I just shrugged.

"As you probably know, I'm Dr. Quinnzel. I just started here."

"I know." I bit out.

She seemed shocked and also seemingly pleased that she'd gotten me to talk at all.

"So we all know how you became...what you are-"

I narrowed my eyes at her and she looked down before summoning the courage to look back up at me again.

"-is there anything we don't know about you?"

I stayed quiet.

She was the doctor, why should I do all the work?

She licked her lips and then flipped the file open again, then shut it and frowned in puzzlement at me.

"Why plants? Have you always loved plants?"

"You mean before I literally got a green thumb?"

She chuckled despite herself and I bit back a grin.

"Ok, yes, that is what I mean. Have you always had such an attachment to them?"

I nodded.

"I always believed that Gotham would kill every living thing if it bought the city more power and money."

"So when you killed all those people..."

I waved my hand dismissively.

"A few people were a necessary sacrifice for the bigger picture."

Dr. Quinnzel frowned.

"Which is?"

"For plants to thrive."

"For them to take over Gotham?"

I shrugged.

"If need be."

Dr. Quinnzel frowned and blinked a few times.

"So you would like for Gotham to become a jungle of sorts; a place teaming with exotic flowers and plant life we've never even seen before."

I just stared at her, waiting for what I knew was coming; 'that's an unhealthy view of the city, you have to consider others, killing's not the answer, blah blah'.

She looked straight back at me, her face taking on a very calm expression as she sat back.

"It sounds beautiful."

"Yeah well it-wait, what?"

"I said it sounds beautiful."

I have to admit, I was taken aback.

"Are you saying you agree with me? Is this another cheap psychology trick?"

Dr. Quinnzel shook her head and removed her glasses.

"I truly believe you want Gotham to be better but not every single person in this city wants to stop you. Some would love for your vision to come to fruition."

She was right, I mean I had fans but I just though they were nut jobs with nothing better to do, they didn't really believe in my vision. After all, none of them had actually stood up to defend me when the court decided to send me to Arkham. No one stood outside with banners that read; 'Free Ivy'.

She put her glasses back on and then lent forward slightly.

"I will however tell you what I'm sure you've been told already; killing people will not help your plants."

"But if there was no one in Gotham to destroy them, they could thrive."

"But that would be very lonely, Pamela, wouldn't it?"

I paused, forgetting what I was going to say. No one had put it to me like that before.

Instead I said the second thing that came to mind.

"I don't like that name."

Dr. Quinnzel frowned a little.

"You don't like being called Pamela?"

I shook my head.

"No. I'm not her anymore. She died the day I was killed the lab."

I saw her swallow visibly and then she forced a smile.

"You believe you were reborn that day."

I nodded.

"As Poison Ivy."

Again I nodded.

Dr. Quinnzel bit her lip and drummed her nails against the file.

"Can I call you Ivy then?"

Despite myself, I smiled.

"I think I'd like that."

A loud buzzer sounded.

Our time was up and I was supposed to go back to my cell. I almost didn't want to. I actually liked talking to this human and that was saying something for me.

Dr. Quinnzel looked equally disappointed as she stood, taking her file with her.

"Same time tomorrow?"

I nodded.

"Sure."

The guards came in to let her out and then they unlocked my chains and took me back to my cell.