He headed to the back trunk, and rustled threw it for a moment before drawing out a large blanket. She narrowed her eyes as his car trunk popped open, and he got out.
Ivy waited, nervously watching the driver.
This person was just sitting in their car, the engine idling. Most people would have continued on, being so close to Arkham. She peaked around the large oak and stared at the car that was sitting in the road. Normally should would have continued on, but her body ached from her run and she blamed that on the Titan she had been subjected too. She crouched behind a tree, exhausted from her run and the near miss. Now she had nearly been run over as she ran towards the suburbs. In the ensuing chaos she didn't have enough time to grab any additional clothes to fight off the chill, and had barely made it to the woods in time. It grew quickly and would only live for a short amount of time when exposed to the air.Įarlier this night, she had it begin the break out and the vines burst from the ground, trashing her cell and the walls until she had an escape as the vine attacked the guards and set the other prisoners loose. She recognized as a seed to a creeper vine she had designed specifically for breaking out. When she opened it, she found a small note and more importantly, a tiny seed small enough to pass by the x-ray machine they used to check the mail. However, one had no return address and was post parked from Gotham. Most were discarded almost as soon as she opened them. Due to her looks and powers she often received letters and notes from so called fans. A week agao she'd been well enough to move in her cell and was finally given her mail. She vowed to get back at Joker for injecting her and her babies, as she lay her cell twitching and moaning. Some while the Joker and his goons swiftly returned to normal with short bursts of pain in a matter of hours, she was racked with agonizing spasms of pain for weeks. While that had enhanced her abilities (and made her more out of control than nomral she admitted to herself) it took longer to break down in her body. Since Titan was based on a hybrid of Venom and plant enzimes, it had bonded more easily to her than the other subjects. Unlike the others who had been injected with the Titan formula, she'd had a harder time as its effects wore off. In the weeks since Joker's take over of the island, she had been racked with pain. You'd think with her recent escape from Arkham she'd have been happier, but that was not the case. Pamela Lillian Isley was not having a good night. It was at that moment of decision when someone shot past his car. As he drive down the road past Arkham he firmly decided that in the morning after work he'd go house hunting on the other side of the city. While he was aware Harley would probably not mention their night together to the Joker, it was better to be safe than sorry. As he was leaving his house for his nightly drive almost a month later, Dean was giving serious thought to moving and renting another house. He was starting to think that one night with Harley was just a bit of bad luck (or good, depending on your point of view). Dean continued his drives, and felt a bit of relief. Soon, one week grew into two and then three. When “Red” didn't appear within a week, Dean began to relax and continued his research of the local Gotham villains. He tried to tell himself he was not looking for this Red person Harley had told him about, but he still slowed down when he turned onto the road past the asylum. He could not help himself though, and continued his nightly drives on that took him past Arkham Asylum. So coming from such quiet roots and life style, one can understand that during the course of the following week, in between his hellishly long hours at work, he picked up every newspaper, magazine, and even books on the local super villains.