Rosie wanted to see Ivy since she was locked up in Arkham, so she should have wanted to tell her how much she loved her and how much she missed her. Part of her did want this, but the other part of her felt abandoned. She felt she should have known Poison Ivy would reject her eventually because, after all, Rosie had been a science experiment when Ivy took her in at eleven years old. Ivy used to draw her blood frequently and she'd literally feed her plants Rosie's unique blood. There were times Rosie wondered if she actually meant anything to the woman who was supposedly her biological mother. She probably only meant anything because she was half plant and Poison Ivy only loved and cared for plants.

Rosie couldn't find words as Ivy stood in the doorway, Dr. Leland standing beside her. "Roselyn, could Pamela and I come in here and join you and Harleen?" Rosie looked up at Harley because she didn't know what she wanted to do or what she should do. The brunette absentmindedly folded up the letter from Barbara.

"I think so," Harley spoke up and Rosie just nodded.

"How about we all sit around the table," Dr. Leland suggested. She led Ivy over to one of the lounge chairs and she sat in the other.

"Did you know about this?" Rosie whispered to Harley.

"I had no idea," Harley shook her head. "But I'll stay with ya, kid, don't you worry." The blonde brought her over to the sofa and they sat across from Ivy and Dr. Leland. Rosie felt more comfortable facing Dr. Leland and she was thankful that, despite everything that happened between the couple, Harley was able to sit across from Poison Ivy.

Rosie didn't listen to Dr. Leland. She tuned her out as thoughts rushed through her head, clear thoughts. She hadn't been able to think this clearly before today. Thinking clearly, she evaluated the situation as she would have months ago before she started to go crazy. Poison Ivy, her mother, refused to see her daughter when Roselyn really needed her. She wouldn't look at her until now and that angered the teen. She clenched her fists and interrupted Dr. Leland midsentence.

"Why are you here?" Rosie faced Ivy. "Why did you have to come here and ruin my day?" She was calm when she crossed her right leg over her left.

"Roselyn," Dr. Leland said quickly before she could say anything else. Rosie wasn't going to, but she had been unpredictable lately, so she didn't blame Dr. Leland. "Let's all have a civil conversation."

"How did you feel when you were in the hospital after Dr. Woodrue left you to die from his experiments?" Rosie looked Ivy in the eyes. "How did it feel when your mother refused to see you?"

For once, Ivy was speechless. She looked down at her lap and let Dr. Leland do the talking. Rosie felt Harley put a hand on her shoulder for support Harley knew Rosie didn't need, but she probably felt she needed to show Ivy that Rosie wasn't mad at the blonde and she responded positively to her. Harley was there for Poison Ivy's daughter. Poison Ivy was not.

"I understand that you're angry," Dr. Leland spoke.

"But my mom is crazy, so I should understand that she couldn't be there for me? Bullshit. Everything is always about her. It was never about me. I made her feel uncomfortable, and it was easier for Ivy to stay away from me. She didn't want to deal with me just like her mother didn't want to deal with her," Rosie explained. Even though she was talking to Dr. Leland, Rosie didn't take her eyes off of Ivy.

"Roselyn, let's talk about this," Dr. Leland said. "How did you feel when Pamela wouldn't come see you?"

"Look, I just had a really good day. When I say really good, I mean fantastic. I saw my family for the first time in a long time. I found out Barbara is doing well, she's winning her case, and I'll get to go home. The hallucination of Barbara I've been constantly seeing is gone. I don't see her sitting in the corner anymore. I can think clearly. I'm not pushing through this fog anymore and I'm seeing things the right way. I don't need to talk to someone who wanted nothing to do with me when I was literally on the floor in a straitjacket drooling everywhere. You know who was there? Harley was and honestly, I think I'd like to go to the rec room and see Jess."

Rosie went to stand up. "I felt abandoned, worthless," Ivy mumbled. Rosie sat back down on the couch. "Alone, afraid, upset, angry…but mostly like I meant nothing."

"Then why did you do that to me?" Rosie asked. Ivy remained silent.

"Red was scared," Harley murmured. She took Rosie's hand for support when she spoke up, and Rosie found herself giving her a reassuring squeeze; it probably wasn't easy talking to her ex-girlfriend she still loved. "And it probably didn't help that I screwed things up again and worked with Mistah J to broadcast ya to show people what they did."

"Did you ever once ask to see me? Even before Harley did that?" Rosie asked. Ivy simply kept her gaze down at her lap. "I figured. When you lost your mind a few times in here…when you were in solitary, I was always there the day you got out. You were usually weak because you weren't allowed in the sun and I'd bring you outside. I'd be with you because I knew you needed me and I wanted to be there for you. When I complained sometimes like when you were having mental breakdowns and I had to cancel my plans to be there with you, Barbara always reminded me that you needed help. She reminded me you were making a ton of progress, but sometimes you'd relapse and would need someone to be with you. Usually you were okay," Rosie shrugged. "That stuff didn't really happen much. But when I went off the deep end, you weren't there to help me. I'm sorry if I bit you or tried to bite you. Maybe I said something I shouldn't have, but mentally and emotionally I was fucked up."

When Ivy didn't respond, Dr. Leland did. "Good, Roselyn. That was good. Pamela, maybe it's time you share with Rosie? Help her understand where you're coming from."

"Where should I start?" Ivy asked.

"Maybe from the beginning. I don't think you really ever told Roselyn much about your past," Dr. Leland suggested. Ivy took a deep breath and bit her lower lip before starting. She told Rosie about her childhood and how her parents neglected her and how she was never really loved. Her mother wanted her to be a perfect little girl, forcing her to dress, eat, and act a certain way. Because of this, Ivy found it hard to make friends despite excelling academically. She found gardening was her only salvation from the cruel childhood she was forced to live. Rosie could understand because she, too, used to garden constantly because nobody ever really cared about her earlier on in her life.

When Pamela went to college, her parents were more concerned about her finding a husband and not pursuing an education; however, Pamela persevered and managed to obtain her undergrad, master's, and her PhD. She worked under Dr. Woodrue and ended up being experimented on, him breaking her heart, because she did love him and that was why she continued to work for him after completing her credits. Rosie knew Pamela had been experimented on, tortured, and raped. And to top it off, once she was left to die and eventually found, her parents wanted nothing to do with her, her mother going as far as to telling her on the phone that it was Pamela's fault for being a slut and she got what she deserved.

Rosie never heard the last part before. Ivy never told her she was blamed for the incident with Woodrue by her own mother. Harley rubbed Rosie's back comfortingly and wiped a tear off of her cheek. "Sweetheart," Ivy said and knelt in front of Rosie, her hands actually trembling as she reached for the teen. Roselyn wasn't sure what to do, so she simply complied and placed her hands in Ivy's. The redhead looked up at her from her spot on the floor. "If anyone ever touches you inappropriately, it is not your fault; it's never your fault. Do you understand me?"

"What if I didn't put up a fight?" Rosie whispered. She felt Ivy give her hands a squeeze. "What if I stopped saying no?"

"It isn't your fault. Rosie, what did Khaalid do to you?" Ivy asked. Tears blurred Rosie's vision, but she refused to let them fall. Now that she could clearly think about it, what her brother made her do and what he did to her were wrong. She was obviously not all there mentally, and he took advantage of that. It was funny how nobody asked her this. Dr. Leland asked what she did while she was with her brother, but she never asked what Khaalid did to her.

"He'd have me dress in tight or revealing clothes when we went out. He said he needed me to help make deals with other people in Gotham. He usually had me give men lap dances. Then it became more like grinding until they…" Rosie trailed. "And then I went even crazier and he started to use me more and more. I don't know how many times things like that happened. I was so messed up and it's all foggy. I don't remember. But I do remember never putting up a fight."

"Oh, my little flower," Ivy whispered. Her right hand trembled as she raised it to stroke the side of her daughter's face. "None of that was your fault. He had no right to force that on you." Ivy turned towards Dr. Leland. "Did you know about this?"

"She was examined when she was brought in, and there were possible signs of sexual abuse, but since her body heals so quickly, they weren't prominent," the psychiatrist explained. "If I brought it up myself, Rosie would have had a negative reaction to me. She needed to bring it up on her own when her mind realized what happened."

Ivy turned back towards her daughter. "You don't apologize for anything because this isn't your fault. I don't think any less of you, and I don't think you're weak. I still love you more than anything." Rosie just nodded, unsure of what to say. The brief memories she had of her brother almost felt like a dream, like it happened in another reality. Regardless, it happened and she knew it happened, so she'd have to live with it and she'd overcome it. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there and I haven't been there. You're right. I did exactly what my own mother did to me, and I never forgave her. I-I regret not being there when you really needed me. I'm so sorry Roselyn. I know you're angry at me. You have every right to live your life without me in it. I understand that anger, that sadness, that confusion. For me, I don't think that every really went away. I think it's because my mother never said she was sorry. She probably wasn't. But I am sorry and I should have been there."

Rosie couldn't find her voice, but the genuine regret in Ivy's voice was obvious. She knew for a fact she couldn't live without Ivy. She needed her despite everything Poison Ivy had done to her. Rosie realized there would always be something off about her mother, something she couldn't control no matter how hard she tried. Roselyn grew up in a damaging environment, that alone was obvious. However, by the time she was eleven, she was loved and adopted into a loving home. She was bullied to the point she went insane, yes, but she couldn't imagine being all alone again and survive through the ridicule and hatred. She ran away, but she knew in her heart she always had her family's love and support. Growing up, Pamela never had that. She was alone in the world, probably up until Jason Woodrue which made sense why she most likely initially allowed him to experiment on her. Even then, Pamela was alone and that made Rosie so sad. And then Harley came along and made her happy, but continuously broke Pamela's heart over and over again. And then Rosie came along and popped into her life. Pamela didn't know how to deal with it at first, seeing her as a means of creating better plants at first, but then ended up loving her little girl. Rosie was taken away from her initially, but it was Barbara who fought for Rosie to have her mommy in her life.

It took this long for Pamela Lillian Isley to have a family, and Rosie was not about to take that away.

"I forgive you," Rosie finally responded. She lifted her right hand, running it through her mother's thick locks. Ivy looked up at her, glassy eyed, while Rosie gave her a small smile. She squeezed Ivy's hand, clinging to it because she didn't want to let go now that she was back. "I didn't mean it when I said you ruined my day. I was just…I was hurt." Rosie wasn't sure why she did it, but she leaned back against Harley.

"She's a great kid, Red," Harley provided a shaky smile.

"Thank you for looking after her," Ivy replied curtly. Harley frowned, her lower lip trembling. Ivy stood up, releasing her grip from Rosie's hand, and sat back down on the chair. She sighed, pretending she wasn't just on her knees and spilling out her soul to her daughter. She must have briefly forgotten Dr. Leland and Harley were both there as well.

"Please don't start a fight," Rosie said. "Not today." Harley seemed to shrink back into the couch, looking smaller than she actually was. Harley acted so innocent, yet she was probably one of the most dangerous people in the world with the amount of death at her hands. Rosie wondered if Harley was so far gone that death didn't affect her. The blood she shed most likely meant nothing, just like how Ivy never regretted a single life that she took. The difference between the two women was this: Ivy was indifferent towards death while Harley laughed in its face.

It was ironic how indifferent Ivy was about death when she was obviously afraid to die alone. She craved human affection despite denying it. Rosie looked at her mother and studied her face; the anger she showed, the snarl on her face. Roselyn wanted the contact from her mother as the ghost of her touch lingered on her fingers. Rosie wondered how Ivy lasted so long without any love in her life. At least Rosie only had to wait eleven years.

Rosie wondered if Ivy ever thought about just dying and ending her misery during the periods of her life that seemed like they'd never get better. She thought about asking her, wondering if she wished she would just die already like Rosie did when she first started having outbursts, when Barbara had to take her razors out of the bathroom; when Barbara had to hide the scissors and knives; when Barbara couldn't even let her hold a pencil anymore.

Roselyn held her breath for a moment as she let the hunger pangs go away. The idea of eating still disgusted her and she didn't see the logic in it when she could just get energy from the sun. She didn't get enough sun and she knew that was why she was hungry and weaker. Her mind started to get cloudy again and she hoped it would go away so she could continue to think clearly and make progress.

What had she been thinking about? Why was she in this room?

She saw her mother yelling at Harley, and Harley wasn't even fighting back. Why wasn't she? Why was she allowing herself to be talked to this way? And why was Ivy picking a fight when Rosie kind of remembers asking her not to fight? Her hands were over her ears to block out the sounds and her eyes were shut. She felt the weight shift on the couch. She opened her eyes to see Harley being escorted out of the room, saying things that she shouldn't have.

All Rosie knew was she didn't want Harley taken away. She started to panic and stood up abruptly, dropping her hands away from her head in the process, as she made her way across the room. She begged the guards, "Don't take my mama away." But they did because Harley was being unstable as she cried and kicked and screamed as the guards dragged her out. Rosie wished she knew why Harley was so upset, but her mind was thick with fog and she couldn't remember what happened moments ago.

Warm arms embraced her from behind. She looked up and saw her mother, her biological mother, and she was apologizing. Rosie couldn't remember…right. They were talking about scary things and she remembered Pammie telling her that what Khaalid forced her to do wasn't her fault. She recalled Ivy speaking about her horror stories with Dr. Jason Woodrue and Rosie wished he wasn't her father and that she didn't have his brown hair or any of his other features. She was a product of basically rape considering Woodrue took advantage of Pammie and used her eggs to create her and Khaalid.

Did anyone ever tell Pammie it wasn't her fault? Maybe that was why she was angry a lot. Still looking up, Rosie locked her eyes with Pammie's. "It's not your fault, mommy."