-Arkham Asylum, Gotham City-

You looked out your barred window, watching the rain strike the concrete outside.. Beep... Looks like it's time for your next session. You walked over to your desk and watered the plant, seeing as your patient wouldn't be very happy if you didn't.. You then grabbed your clipboard, notepad and pen. Even though you knew full well then you're not going to be writing anything...

You walked over to the other side of the room. Where a chair that was bolted to the ground and a couch that was also bolted to the ground were. You took your seat on the chair, taking a long sigh before pressing the button on your pager. Signaling that you were ready for them to come in now.

A stern looking security guard walked in, dragging one Pamela Isley behind him as he did. He brought her over to the couch, nervously taking off her straight jacket. Once it was off and she was in her surprisingly form-filling orange scrubs. He quickly made an exit from your office, with Ivy giving him a little wave as he did... She then sat down and crossed her legs, staring at you with a smirk written on her always alluring face.

Poison Ivy: "What's up, Doc~?... Ready for another boring session where you listen to me go on and on about how I blame my shitty parents for everything?;)"