Chapter 18

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Ivy's POV

I'm sitting on my bed in my cell when a guard walks into the cell block, and up to my cell. He tells me that from now on, I will be having therapy sessions with Harley and my Kitten. I'm ecstatic as I jump up in my cell and beam as the guard gives the same message to Selina.

She did it! Harley actually kept her word and did it!! I can't believe she actually did it. I've been told so many times to stop asking and to just follow the rules that I've started to lose all hope, but Harley did it!

"Well, I'll be. Maybe that doctor isn't that bad after all." Selina says, and I grin as I spin around my cell in happiness. "I'll try to open up more to her, but only for you my sweet little flower." I smile in the direction of her cell even though she can't see me. I'm glad that she's starting to warm up to little Harley because the doctor is a really good friend. She actually sees us as people and genuinely wants to help us.

I worry about her, though. I can't believe how much her shit boyfriend and father have broken her. She really believes that she's the one in the wrong, and she's the one that needs to change and apologize. That's not even close to true since she's the one being abused in every way possible.

I know there has to be more she hasn't told me. She thinks I don't see the way she flinches at certain noises, or the way she stiffens up whenever she talks either about them or herself. I even noticed that while I gushed over Selina, Harley had this look of longing and sadness behind the happiness. Yes, she's happy for me and Selina, but I know she wants nothing more than to be free and happy herself.

I want to help her get away from them, but there isn't anything I can do while I'm stuck in my cell. If I could, I'd use my ability to help her, but I can't do anything unless I'm physically touching the plant. I have no goons, minions, or whatever they're called. Neither does Selina, or I'd ask for her help. She used to work alone until I came along.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and I look over to see Joker smiling at me again with a certain look in his eyes. It's a look of madness yet I can see the brilliance behind it, too.

I had been so caught up in my worry that I didn't notice Selina getting into a screaming match with Riddler. Killer Kroc and Two-Face join the argument, and soon all four of them are cursing and yelling at each other. They can never get along, and i roll my eyes at the insanity of it all.

I look back at Joker, who is looking at me expectantly as he waits on my answer as if I'd actually tell him about Harley. I don't know if he knows about her yet or not, but I also don't want to take that chance.

"Mind your own damn business, Joker." I snap at him. Instead of getting angry like he usually does at being told what to do, he bursts out laughing insanely. I roll my eyes and turn to lay down on my bed for the night when his words stop me in my tracks.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with a certain blonde, innocent little doctor, would it? The one with the pretty little blue eyes?" Joker taunts, and I whip around to face him. I curse myself because I basically just gave him the answer without actually saying anything. "Isn't she your new friend?"

"Who told you about her?!" I snap as I slam my hands against the thick glass door of my cell. I know every well that he'd most likely been told by the guards that he has on his payroll. Over half the staff is under Joker's thumb, and everyone knows this. The fact that Harley has absolutely no idea about any of us baffled me until she explained why.

"A little birdy flew in this morning and told me." He teases, and I grit my teeth. "I heard she's a pretty little thing. That true?"

"You leave her alone, Joker." I hiss, and he chuckles. I don't like him knowing anything about Harley. The last thing she needs is an abusive psychopath on top of the abusive father and boyfriend. I watch in nervousness as Joker walks up to his cell's glass door and leans against it, his arms holding him up.

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