The Gotham Queen

Chapter 9

The fact that Selina knows who it is has me almost running after her. I want answers, but everyone seems hellbent on keeping it a secret. Why is no one talking to me? How do they expect me to not wear my favorite color without giving me an actual reason to? Of course, she'd know! The person is a high-risk patient, which is where her cell is, and that means my next high-risk patient knows, too. I just have to get them talking.

I open the file of my next patient as I wait for the guards to bring her even if I've already read it yesterday. Palmela Isley, A.K.A. Poison Ivy, stands at the height of 5'8" and weighs approximately 115 pounds. How they managed to get this information, I don't want to know. She has the unnatural ability to control all plant life on a high molecular level and is portrayed as Mother Nature in her road to freeing and healing the earth.

It's also stated in bold letters that she is to have absolutely no contact with Catwoman. Then why lock them up in the same cell block where they can talk to each other? Anyway, turns out she is the partner and lover of Catwoman, and the two become quite violent when they're denied any contact. But Catwoman just left me alone, and didn't hurt me, so that makes no sense.

She's never been placed in Blackgate because they don't have the proper means to hold her. She's been committed and escaped Arkham Asylum over eight times, and I snort.

Looks like this place can't hold her either.

The door opens as two guards walk in with a stunningly beautiful woman being lead between them. Her skin is a pale shade of green that reminds me of the color of grass in the summer, and she even has poison ivy going up her whole right leg beneath her skin to make it look like a tattoo. Her red hair looks like liquid fire as if flows messily down her back and sways as she moves. Her bright green eyes land on me the minute she walks into the room, and the breath is knocked from my lungs. No wonder Catwoman is in love with this woman. I feel like a plain potato just being in the same room as her.

She eyes me curiously as she's lead to her seat and sits down. Her eyes flicker over every part of my face, and I can feel my face heating up in shyness. What is going through her head? The look in her eyes gives me hope that this will session go much better than the last. This must be who Selina wanted to get a message to.

"Hello, Ms. Isley. I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel, and I'll be your psychiatrist while you're in here. Anything you want or need to talk about will stay between us. I won't repeat anything you don't want me to." I say and her red lips pull into a soft smile. She seems much more friendly, though it could be a scam, and I smile back at her. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"How tall are you?" She asks me and I give her a weird look. I've never had anyone ask me that before. Granted, I don't have any friends, but still. What an odd question. "How about your weight?"

Another odd question, and I look at her confused. What is her goal in trying to figure out how tall I am? How many pounds I weigh? I've never had anyone ask me these questions. Not nicely at least. I see no harm in answering her, and I should try to make it easier for her to open up to me. Afterall, don't people feel better talking to their friends and those they're comfortable with?

"I'm 5'4" and 110 pounds. Why?" I tell her, and her jaw and eyes widen in shock.

"You're 110 pounds?" Her shock surprises me, and I look down at my skinny body. I had weighed myself three weeks ago at Kyles request because he thought I had gained weight. I think I did manage to gain a few pounds, so I'm glad about that. I need to fill myself out, or I risk looking sick for the rest of my life. She laughs, and I look up at her to see her shaking her head. "Sorry. I'm curious about weird details that don't really matter. So, what do you want to know?"