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"What do i have to do to get you to talk?"

As Ivy was led up the stairs by Dr.Quinn, she was looking at the walls around her. No one would make her do things she didn't want to do, and she was going to make sure of that. Dr.Quinn had blonde hair tied in a ponytail. The ponytail was in loose curls. She had red lipstick on with a white lab coat. Her black, rimed glasses where set on top of her face. She was a beautiful women.

"I'm going to take you to my lab." She said as her black heels clicked on the tile floor.

"To what? Run more tests I assume." Dr.Quinn didn't turn to her, or even acknowledge that she was there. Or had spoken. She just kept walking.

"Sit here." She said as she patted on the white lab bed.

"I am not being tested like some freak."

"You can control plants and kill people with one kiss."

"That doesn't mean I'm a freak! So, strap me to a chair! So, test me! I'm not going to tell you anything about the jewel! And you won't 'help' me or change me!" She barked at her.

"Fine." Dr.Quinn said coldly. "What do I have to do to get you to talk?" Ivy stayed silent. "Then sit here while I talk to The Professor."

Dr.Quinn was now in The Professor's office. He was sitting in his big, green chair. He just looked disappointed.

"How are we going to get answers then?" His gruff voice spoke after Dr.Quinn had explained what happened. The Professor was the owner of Arkham Asylum. He was bald, old, and very commanding. He wanted to find the jewel just as much as Batman and Robin. This wasn't just an ordinary jewel.

"Well, we could play some mind games. However, she has already figured that's what we'll do." Quinn was very blunt.

"Then we can't do it the normal way."

Dr.Quinn nodded in agreement. "She's very clever."

"We need to get her to open up. She's not personal so she could be hiding the jewel in some unexpected place. We need to understand her..." He thought aloud.

"No one understands her. She doesn't have friends." Dr.Quinn said, confused.

"Is there anyone she could open herself up to?" He wondered. "Someone that will give her that vulnerability?"

Suddenly, Dr.Quinn had a lightbulb moment. "I could ask Caroline. She knows a lot about what goes in and out, here."

"Perfect." The Professor said, satisfied. The two then called Caroline at her desk downstairs. They asked her what she had seen when she answered this back,

"She was talking to Robin. She was actually the one who revealed him as a teenager."

"Thank you, Caroline. That's all we need." The Professor and Dr.Quinn smiled to one another.