Kidnapped by Quinn

15: Lame Transistion into the Big Story Line Chapter

"Her wounds are just about gone, but she's going to need a little rest for her power to completely recharge." Barry told Ansley's friends as they waited for her to heal.

"You're talking as if she's a robot." Chelsea snarled and kept her hand on the bed. "She may be a clone, but she isn't artificial."

"Chelsea, show some respect for Barry." Bruce growled as he stood next to his daughter. "That's how her powers work, and that's the best way to explain them."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Barry... I'm just worried..." Chelsea looked over at Patrick. "It looks like we're all worried about her."

"I can't believe you let two villain kids into your house." Barry smirked at Bruce, who rolled his eyes in response.

"I'll rather them be here, where I can keep an eye on them, then on the streets up to no good." Bruce replied with a not so confident look in his eyes.

"I'm gonna go talk to Patrick." Erza stood up and motioned for no one to follow her. "I just need to see how he's doing."

"I don't want to talk." Patrick mumbled as Erza walked over to him. "I feel so guilty and just want to be left alone."

"I'm not going to say what happened wasn't your fault because it was. I just want you to stop beating yourself up. Ever since we were kids you tried to protect me and Kitty... You need to learn that things happen." She put a hand on her old friend's shoulder.

"You just made all the memories of me failing to protect you two come back." He pulled his shoulder away. "I shouldn't be here. I'm bad at helping people..."

"If you were bad at protecting people then all four of us would be still in the sewers. If it wasn't for you than Lighty-"

"I'm the one that hurt her." He growled and looked over at her. "...Do you think they have any face paint here?..."

"If not, I know a certain teen that gets whatever she wants." She laughed quietly and reached out her hand to him. "We need to stick together. If something happens we're more likely to have each other's back."

"If we learned one thing from our moms it's that you need someone there that's got your back." He took her hand and stood up. "I... don't know why I feel so... at peace here."

"We're safe here." She looked over her shoulder at the heroes. "At least for now..." She mumbled as she looked back at Patrick.

"Come on, I want to paint your face first." He nudged the clown's shoulder before they went upstairs.

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The children of Harley and Ivy were painting each other's faces like professional artists. Erza painted vines and flowers on Patrick's face while he painted hers like a clown mask.

"Wow, you two have talent." They turned to see a brown hair girl and Jaylynn. "Guys, this is Rebel. Rebel, this is Patrick and Erza." Jaylynn smiled at them.

"Son of Poison Ivy?" Rebel sat next to Patrick closely and studied the face paint on his face. "Where did you find this cutie?"

"I found him in the sewers. He needed a place to go so we let him come home with us." Jaylynn sat next to him on the other side. "You did this without a reference?"

"We've had a lot of practice." Patrick smiled at Jaylynn before looking away quickly. "How's Lighty?"

"She's doing fine. She'll be back on her feet at any second." She moved a little closer to him. "I'm surprised that you and her are together now. After all, you had the hugest crush on me. Are you sure this isn't the same."