The First chapter of Conviction…How exiting! This story is dedicated to my deceased friend, Rhiannun, and to all of my readers (may you also be reviewers)

"Where are we going?" Rhiannun Mcmurphy said to Poison Ivy.

"We are going to my secret paradise: The only pure and clean place in Gotham. My underground lotus will take us there." Ivy's neon green eyes shone brightly in the darkness as the two traveled in the large flower being 'driven' by Ivy.

Rhiannun's eyes widened, "We're underground!?"

Ivy nodded, though she could not be seen by the other woman, "The police will be looking everywhere for us and this is the only way to travel undetected."

The rest of the ride was silent as Ivy concentrated on getting to her destination and Rhiannun tried not to fall asleep from the comforting rock of the lotus as it traveled beneath the surface of Gotham.

Very soon the flower shot out of the ground and bloomed to reveal the two red heads. Ivy led Rhiannun through some vines and a beautiful house came into view: It was made from living trees that Ivy had grown to create her home. Ivy ushered her into the house and the interior was even more lovely, with everything being in the beautiful hues of nature, "Almost everything in this house is alive…Isn't it wonderful."

Rhiannun looked around in amazement, "Wonderful is definitely not adequate enough to describe this place."

Ivy smiled fondly at her new companion and led her to a bedroom, "This will be your room. You and I are both tired so I shall leave you to get some rest. There should be a few extra clothes in the closet."

Rhiannun yawned, "Goodnight Ivy."

Ivy walked out the door, "Goodnight."

Rhiannun took of her Asylum uniform and gratefully tossed it in a corner of the room. She opened the door to the closet and found a large shirt that she slipped over her head. She crawled into the bed and closed her eyes: She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Late the next morning Rhiannun woke up with a smile on her face: Her bed was much more comfortable than her cot at Arkham and she had slept extremely well.

As soon as she woke up she made her bed and then checked out the other door that was in the room. She opened it and was pleased to find a bathroom there. She ran back into the room and grabbed some clothes before rushing back into the bathroom to take a shower.

When she had finished washing she got out, dried off, and put on a pair of black shorts and a blue and white striped top that hung off of her shoulders a bit.

As she stepped out of the bathroom the smell of pancakes hit her nose and she followed it to the Kitchen where Ivy was cooking…in nothing but a small red cardigan.

Rhiannun stood still for a moment, "Good morning?"

Ivy turned around and Rhiannun was relieved to see her lower have was covered by leaves. Ivy gave her a wide smile, indicated she had slept well, "Good morning Sweet Pea. Did you sleep well?"

Rhiannun nodded and sat down at the table, "Amazingly so, did you?"

Ivy nodded and moved the pancakes off the stove. She put them on the plates and then brought them to the table, "Do you want some butter or syrup?"

Rhiannun stared hungrily at the pancakes, "Syrup, please."

Ivy went over to the wall and the tree started to drip fresh syrup. She put it in a small container and brought it over to Rhiannun, "My trees make the best syrup."

Rhiannun eagerly put syrup on her pancakes and then hurriedly put a bite in her mouth and let out a moan, "It's so good."

This was the first time in eight months that she had eaten a meal she could taste and enjoy.

The two ate in blissful silence and when they were finished they cleared their plates.

Ivy then took Rhiannun on a tour of the house, which wasn't much because most of the house was full of house plants, and then took her out back to the greenhouse where her more deadly plants resided.

"Be careful and don't touch anything." Ivy warned.

Rhiannun nodded and proceeded to stick her hands in her pockets as Ivy showed her the plants.

After the tour the girls spent the rest of the day outside in the yard enjoying the fresh air. Rhiannun was slightly disappointed though because all the sunlight was filtered so as to keep the house hidden. She wished she could feel the sun beating down on her body.

When they had decided to come in they made their way to living room and flicked on the TV to watch the news. A few minutes past the weather the news story about the Arkham breakouts came on, "Last night five criminals escaped from Arkham: Joker, Poison Ivy, Two-face, Scarecrow, The Riddler, and lesser known inmate, Rhiannun Mcmurphy."

"Reports say that Jokers psychiatrist, Dr. Harleen Quinzel donned the appearance of a jester and sprang Joker and others from their cells using a homemade bomb early this morning. This escapade resulted in the death of two asylum guards whose funerals will be held later this week."

"I also have attained an interview with Rhiannun Mcmurphy's attorney, Paul Arkham, who has agreed to speak with us about his client. Good evening Mr. Arkham."

The cameras zoomed out to show a very tired Mr. Paul: His clothes were in slight disarray and he looked very pale and upset, "Good evening Ms. Scott."

The reporter smiled at him, "You, Mr. Arkham, have claimed that your client, Rhiannun Mcmurphy, didn't escape but was taken with the other escapees. Is this statement true?"

Mr. Paul nodded, "Yes, Ms. Mcmurphy had an appeal date coming up and though she had her doubts, She would not have tried to run with a chance at true freedom so close."

The reporter looked at the camera and smiled, "Earlier this year, Ms. Mcmurphy was convicted on two counts of first degree murder. She was sentenced to life at Arkham and many believe she was in fact innocent, isn't that right Mr. Arkham."

Mr. Paul jumped slightly, "Uhm yes…I believe with all my heart that she is innocent and that the real killer is still out there."

"What are you going to do now that she is no longer in Arkham?"

Mr. Paul looked at the camera, "I am going to do my best to convince the authorities that Ms. Mcmurphy was kidnapped and then I will see if I can keep the appeal proceedings active and clear her name."

Ms. Scotts nodded, "That's very noble of you. Thank you for talking with us…Back to you Mark.

Ivy then flipped the channel to America's Funniest Home Video's while Rhiannun sat on the couch staring blankly at the screen. She felt very unsure about herself and for the first time she felt as though she didn't know who she was and she knew somewhere along the way she would have to decide. After awhile her thoughts turned the friends she had made in Arkham and she wondered how they were doing…more specifically, how Scarecrow and Dr. Crane were doing.