Pamela Isley laid on her hard cot inside her prison cell. She spent most of her days counting the leaves on the vines that she had cause to grow inside her small room.

Her cell was specially made for her. It was made out of some type of special material that limited her ability to control plant life. Of course she was still able to grow some vines in her cell but it wasn't enough. They made sure that Gotham City's most dangerous criminal was kept locked up tight, away from human and plant society.

That was a loud thud coming from her door. Pamela merely rolls her eyes. 'It must be feeding time.'

There was another knock then came the sound of the small peephole opening.

"Alright Isley, chow time!" calls one of the guards. "Step up to the door!"

She got up and walks over to her door. "As I told your buddies before…I prefer to be call Poison Ivy." She tells the guard, crossing her arms annoyed.

"Well I ain't the other guards." He tells her. "I'll call you whatever the hell I want."

"Oh well someone's cranky." Ivy smirks. "You must not be getting enough sleep."

The guard mutters under his breath before handing Ivy her food. Well it wasn't food per say. It was actually plant food. The guards must be having a field day. It was the only thing Ivy would eat.

Belle Reve Penitentiary didn't exact have a vegan options for its prisons. Then again, Belle Reve wasn't any prison. It was a prison created to contain prisoners with 'special abilities'.

"No spoon?" Ivy questions.

"Terrorist don't get eating utensils. Especially a tree hugging freak like you." The guard said.

Ivy huffs but kept her cool. "I'm more than a tree hugger. I am Mother Nature incarnate. Goddess of the earth."

The guard laughs. "A goddess? You're just some whack-job scientist that became a fucking plant after a freak accident."

Ivy grabs the plate containing the green substance and looks back at the guard. He was wearing a plastic mask. The mask itself provides protection from Ivy's mind control spores.

"That's a nice look on you." Ivy comments.

The guard snorts and proceeded to spit in Ivy's face. She gasps in surprise and drops her plate. She wipes the guard's saliva off face cheek and stares at him with bright green eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that." Ivy whispers.

"Whatcha goin do about it?" The guard taunts.

Ivy only smiles at him. "You better pray that I never get out. Because mother nature doesn't take no prisoners."

"Was that a threat Isley?" The guard demanded.

Ivy pouts. "C'mon, you can't possibly take me seriously."

A female guard approaches Ivy's cell door. "Is there a problem, Isley?"

"Nope not at all." Ivy says.

Of course the female guard didn't believe her, but it appears that she too was suffering from lack of sleep and decide not to question Ivy further.

"You do look absolutely lovely today. Especially with the bags under your eyes." Ivy smiles at the two guards who simply slams her peephole shut.

"I was trying to be nice!" Ivy yells.

She kneels down and scoops up the remains of her food. She licks the thick green substance off her fingers.

"Is this what has become of Poison Ivy?" She questions. "Rotting in jail while the earth is being polluted by those evil corporations."

She angrily throws the plate at the metal door. This was all Batman's fault. Yes. Batman. Ivy was only trying to save the plants. But somehow, she was the bad guy.

"When I get out of here…mark my words…I will watch as my lovely babies slowly digest Batman…"

There were two things Pamela Isley cared about: the plants on this plant and her little psycho, Harley Quinn.

As much as Ivy prefer botany life over humans, she couldn't help but to have this soft spot for the overly bubbly former henchwoman. Ivy remember when they first met.

Ivy was stealing some plant toxins from the Gotham museum. However, Ivy somehow triggered the alarms and had to make a quick gateway. She was utter surprise to see that someone else had chose to rob the place the same time.

The irony.

Ivy remembers the first words Harley said to her. "Nice work, butterfingers! Why don't ya turn on the Bat Signal next time?"

She wasn't trying to get caught of course. Ivy was young and still new to the whole villain thing. She found Harley kind of of cute, especially in that red and black jester costume.

Ivy forces herself back into reality. She hated when she thinks about Harley. She could never hate the girl. She hates that Harley was blindly in love with a psychopathic clown.

The Joker.

"Honestly what does she see in that asshole?" Ivy asks herself. "He doesn't love her. He uses and beats her."

She goes to sit on her cot, watching at sunrays enter her room. Ivy gets up and bask herself in the sunlight.

"One day Harley. One day." Ivy says to herself.