You're probably Rapunzel, just not with an evil mother but a paranoid one. Well, I can't blame Ivy for being paranoid about your safety. After all, dear child, we're talking about living in Gotham. You don't get it yet. Ivy is afraid that one day you will. "Oh no, no, no, baby, no leaving the house." Ivy lifts you up in her arms and closed the balcony door you just nearly opened to step outside. "My little flower, I told you it's dangerous outside."