No one cares. (Charlie, open)

[Rosie Jardin]

Tears trickled down her cheeks as she ran down the dark cobbled street of the city. Nearly an hour ago she had done the unthinkable, she never meant to do it but it just happened and in that moment it felt good. She had been running nonstop, her feet were naked and her covered in cuts and she could barely breathe. Her heart raced and she was scared of every turn, how it could hold someone who would strict her down and take her back.

Lily Rose Jarden, code name Xfloria, the so called Poison Ivy want to be as so many called her, had just escaped from the horrible prison known as Arkham. She was a victim of circumstance if anything else. Her father was a known mad man who made himself a high and personal mantle among the foes of the batfamily. And even though she had no ties to the man known as Hugo Strange they classified her with the actions of this man.

If not enough, her accident years ago left her a seeming copy cat of Poison Ivy, another deadly foe to the City of Gotham. Her dangerous powers and rage issues also feed the misguided public and yet she had no quarrel with anyone. She was an innocent victim turned into a monstrous creature and there was no room for symptom in this town. The law, wither it wore a mask or a badge was seemed so fed up and numb with the array of criminals over the years that anyone who seemed insane and had the power to hurt people was throw into a cell in the highly secure building, never to see daylight.

Her mother was dead and being the daughter of a reclusive woman, Rosie had no friends or family that would take a stand for her. A breed between an insane, compulsive genius and a toxin which turned people into seductive killers; Rosie was locked away for the sins of her parents and forgotten. She was a woman scorned, a helpless girl thrown down by the very people who were suppose to be the protectors of this city. It didn’t matter now, wither she was innocent then, she no longer was now.

Rosie may have not known her powers could kill when she first began the signs but she understood them now and had just helped in the deaths of eighteen men. People in Arkham took notice of Rosie’s gift and took them to their advantage. There was a major riot, a break out plan was formed and she took part in seducing the guards. It was out of pure fear as they made her do it and also the overwhelming primal urge to escape her hell. The security guards were tranquil, under her spell and the distraction was in place but what happened next she didn’t ever conclude in her dull mind. The other inmates took control and the men were killed, slaughter in cold blood.

Thirteen people escaped, seven of which were captured once the JLA arrived to the mess. Rosie only escaped because of her friends outside, her only friends but they were not people. Some of the left over plants Poison Ivy controlled had taken a new liking to Rosie, but the tight closed up walls of the Asylum prevented them from getting to her, so they grew outside in the thick forests along the fence, hidden and slumbering, waiting to finally come to her aid.

Stumbling, she fell forward and smacked into the wet sludgy pavement, sliding across it. A cry came from her and she rolled in a ball holding her scraped knee. Rosie held it crying in agony as blood began to run down her leg. The rain poured down covering her dingy uniform, it was cold and she shivered as she laid there crying along a slightly lit wall.

"I just want to die!" She cried out loud and buried her head into her knees as she lay behind some cardboard boxes.

She rocked, crying herself to a quick exhausted sleep as the rain clouds past. She was alone with no one to care in the world, an escaped criminal, an accessory to murder. Rosie was just a pretty little weed that someone would soon find and destroy. There was no room for her here.

[Charlie Drake]

It wasn't everyday that the JLA was called into help with an Arkham Asylum break out. But, when a few super villains and insane super villains were the escapees, then it was time for the Justice League of Avengers to step in. Surveying the scene, he sighed. Gotham was his home, and it always would be. And seeing these villains escape just made him angry. It made the demon within him, the darker side of him, want to execute all of them. But whenever these feelings began to rise, Charles Drake, codename Robin Hood, would clamp down on them and make sure they didn't rise to the surface.

One of the inmates, a metahuman with the ability to create bio-electrical blasts, had just blasted a guard who had attempted to handcuff him. Leaping at the guy, Charlie easily dodged the bio-electricity. The problem this metahuman had with his power was that if he fired two full powered blasts, which he had fired earlier and just now at Robin Hood, well then he was unable to generate enough energy for another one for at least twenty minutes. Head-butting the guy, Charlie also swept at his legs and stood up. The inmate was now on his back, dazed by the head-butt, and the guards could handcuff him. Looking apprehensively at a guard, Robin Hood said “Did any of the inmates get away from this site?” The guard nodded and said “She's like Poison Ivy, able to manipulate plants.”

Robin Hood nodded and said “I'll go after her.” Walking away from the guard, he began to scan the ground looking for any disturbance in the ground. And then, he spotted it. Several frenzied stamps left in the ground. Following the trail, Charlie saw it led into the forest. Cursing under his breathe, he knew that in the forest, she would have an advantage. She could control plants, and she could easily ensnare him in any if he was too close to them. Pulling out his bow, he extended it into it's full form. Cracking his neck, he walked cautiously through the forest. He wasn't afraid of her releasing any poisons or toxins into the air, due to his immunity to virtually every single poison, toxin and disease. Sometimes, his healing factor was a god send, because of the immunity it gave him. It also meant he couldn't get intoxicated unless he drank copious amounts of alcohol, suffer the effects of drugs such as marijuana unless he took a copious amount, and meant he rarely got sick, unless it was a sickness that activated to fast for his healing factor to step in and prevent it. It basically meant he was protected from toxins and poisons unless injected with a copious amount.

Continuing through the forest, Robin Hood's mind flashed back to that fateful day, four years ago, when he had left his father's tutelage after their battle with Ra's Al Ghul. He had been stabbed in the gut, his parents only regaining consciousness. And as he had pulled the knife, an utterly amazing sight beheld him. The wound was already beginning to close up. It took a few hours before he had healed up fully, but within the first few minutes, the wound was already beginning to cauterize. His parents had gotten to their feet and taken Ra's down, but even they were surprised by Charlie's fast healing. After this night, he left his father's tutelage, something Tim and Stephanie thought was for the best. Becoming Robin Hood was an achievement he prided himself on, because it meant he could use his own skills, abilities and tactics. But it was another thing as well. The anger had begun that night. And it had followed him to this day. His anger was still there, something he was still trying to harness.

And then he heard the cry. It extracted him from his thoughts, shattering his flashbacks. Following the sound of the cry, Charlie collapsed his bow again and placed back onto his back. Arriving at the location of the cry, he saw that a woman was out cold. She seemed to have exhausted herself. Shaking her, Robin Hood said in his gruff voice “Wake up. Miss, wake up. We need to discuss some things.” He wasn't being aggressive, just a bit harsh. But that was his way of acting as Robin Hood.

[Rosie Jardin]

Echoing voices filled her minds as Rosie slowly came too from her deeps slumber. Pulling herself slowly up against the wall she was dizzy, felt her head hurt horribly and she glazed her heavy eyes through the dark. Soft moans came from her as she rubbed her eyes not quite sure what was going on yet. She left out a soft yawn and placed her hand over her cheek rubbing it.

“Huh? What is it?” She questioned the unknown voice who had awaked her up. She looked around at where she was and things started to return to her memory and turned back. Rosie glazed widely into the eyes of the person who woke her up, he was a hero and fear came to her face. Pulling herself up she pushed past him swiftly and stumbled across the sidewalk.

“No! You leave me alone! Stay away from me you horrible person. I won’t go back there; I’d rather die than to live there.” She yelled running away from him. As she said that Rosie blindly ran out into the street. She was like a deer in the head lights and a car skidded towards her.

[Charlie Drake]

The girl's eyes opened, and then she seemed to go slightly wild. She was probably afraid of heroes or had no love lost for them. He wasn't surprised at this, because most villains hated villains. So, Robin Hood rubbed the back of his neck, having taken his arms away from her. She scrambled to her feet, and then bolted onto the streets. Rubbing his face, he knew he'd have to go after her.

Standing up, Robin Hood began to run after her. “Listen to me, we can talk about this. We don't need to fight. We just need to talk. No fighting, just talking.” He was parroting a bit, but it didn't really matter. He wasn't going to extract his weapons just yet, it was only if she attacked him would he try to attack her back. He wasn't one to back down from a fight, but he tried not to initiate them.

Running up right behind her, Robin Hood said “You need to understand something. I'm not the cold hearted person you think I am. And I don't want to hurt you.” This was true, it was just that he thought fighting a villain who seem scared wasn't the best idea. And then he saw a car skidding towards her, about to strike her down. Running right for her, he quickly grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her back, accidentally throwing her back onto the sidewalk. "You need to be more careful!"

[Rosie Jardin]

“I’m done talking to the likes of you. You will only trick me into returning. I’ve heard all the lies I’ve ever heard. Leave me be!” She yelled back for finding herself in the street. She was over drawn with fear and after being found out there was no telling how many heroes would show up, she needed to lose him and get away. The green lady was dumbfounded in the high beams of the car. Frozen, all she could do was scream as she stood there before the car that was about to slam into her.

Suddenly she was yanked back and fell across the pavement. Of course the hero had to think fast in the act to save her yet when she fell she landed on her head which would later give her a conclusion. Pulling herself up she rested on her side, Rosie held her head as gasped as the hero came closer, she hit it hard. She reached for the wall to pull herself up but then turned to him. Her hair was covering part of her face and her eyes were still glazed with tears.

“Don’t you touch me! I warn you!” She shouted under her breath. The girl looked around looking for the plants that would save her but she had run so fast away from Arkham that the slithering creatures couldn’t keep up.

“Careful? You should be the one to be so. I will defend myself! Let me alone now before I do!” She scolded him and put her hand before him, the air around them started to smell strongly of azalea as she emitted a pheromone, it was a spicy and sweet aroma. It had the capability to control people and if the hero didn’t back down she would make sure he did. He would be trapped in her control and she would have the underhand. A simple touch of kiss would inject toxins into him, making him ill.

[The Key]

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His own amber yellow eyes glanced at a sudden holographic screen that appeared, his expression thoughtful. No one would every understand how many thoughts he had in less then one minute, having trouble stopping his thoughts on a good day. “Take me there, maybe I can catch a new subject to study who no one would miss.” On command KM-453 drove off into the direction of Arkham as the rain rapt against the outer haul of the limo. The drive seemed peaceful until the robotic voice informed him of incoming pedestrian. This mystery both astounded and angered The Key as he nodded.

“Run them down, people should learn better then to stand in the way of a car.” Zooming forward lock had watched from the windows as the girls life was saved by a masked bird. “Pull over to the side, I wish to watch this.”

The black limo slowed to a halt, parking by a curb as The Key waited, using his Remote Viewing to throw his sight around the hero and women. His enhanced hearing capable of hearing them speak giving Lock a nice show to watch.



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[Charlie Drake]

“I won't trick you. I'll reason with you, talk to you. Try to understand why exactly you seem to hate the Asylum more than any of the other inmates.” He wasn't going to leave her be as he needed to keep following her and talk to her. To find out why she was so desperate to escape, apart from the fact that every inmate of this Asylum wanted freedom. But she seemed to be the most desperate for it, the most scared and terrified. Continuing to follow her, Charlie cracked his neck as he followed her like a dog following a rabbit.

She had hit the pavement with more force than he had expected, and it made him wince. Sometimes, he didn't know the full extent of his strength. And this was one of those times. He wasn't sure whether or not he should apologize, because she might just consider it another trick. Like she had thought his last speech was as well. Looking at her, he didn't know what to do. Arrest her and force her to go back to the Asylum, or let her go and say she viciously attacked him and caught him off guard.

“I won't hurt you or touch you. Its just, you were put in the Asylum. Why? You don't look like a villainess but looks are deceptive. So tell me the reason why you're in the Asylum.” The voice that spoke was the harsh, gruff one Robin Hood used in his hero persona.

“Look, we don't have to fight! We just need to talk this through! All we have to do is talk like adults!” But then, the air changed. It smelled sweeter, like a sweetening agent had been released. Taking two sniffs, Charlie had a thought. This could be a toxin. I can smell it, but due to my foreign chemical resistance, it doesn't effect me. Pulling out two Red Robin throwing discs, or “Birdarangs” as he called them, he said “No more toxins in the air. No more mister nice guy!” The negotiating was over now. Hurling the discs towards her, he cracked his neck.

[Rosie Jardin]

Rosie did hate Gotham, more than this hero could ever fathom and it was because of them; their endless battle between the criminals and heroes in the city that she suffered this fate. Who was this person asking her why? Did he honestly care or was it all a false ploy to get her to trust him so he could take her away? She did not know, yet even if he seemed to want to help. Rosie knew well that people who wanted to help her often hurt her the most. Like those doctors at the hospital, they were going to help her, cure her, but no they turned her over to the authorities and were afraid of her, calling her dangerous and not fit to be around others.

“I won't hurt you or touch you. Its just, you were put in the Asylum. Why? You don't look like a villainess but looks are deceptive. So tell me the reason why you're in the Asylum.”

Speechless for a moment as she clung to the wall she could only glare that the hero. Her eyes narrowed a bit and she let out a sigh of air becoming flustered.

“It because of you, people like you. And people like them, as to why I am here. I am innocent but yet I am guilty, ever so, because of this curse that fell upon me because of my father. I have done nothing to deserve this. I have had enough of this hurt.” She began to cry again but this time because of anger and from being so overwhelm. She released the pheromones into the air.

“I am quite done ‘talking’ with you, will you not let me leave or will you imprison me again? Because I cannot have that.” She began to say as this was the last chance she would give him before trying to take over him. But suddenly he took notice of the pheromones, apparently knowing what it was about and took up two weapons and throw them at her. One of them hit the wall besides her making a spark as it ricocheted. The other caught the side of her arm, slicing her skin and hit the wall. Rosie rose up and held her bleeding arm; her eyes were wide and looked at him with spitefulness which was mixed with fear.


“Ahh, my arm. How dare you! You vile brat, I am unarmed. How could you? You are no different than them, you are COLD! A cold hearted monster like them all. I shall not be go back to Arkham, and even if I have to…” She began to say. Was she really about to draw him into the trap, she had no other choice, if she didn’t stop him some how he would take her down. If he was unarmed she might be able to use her fighting skills but it had been so long. The pheromones from her skin tripled and she looked into his masked eyes. She took a deep breath and took up a sexy pose, her body language began to talk and she motioned her hand towards him.

“Now my dear, won’t you be a sweetheart and put those little knives down, you could poke someone’s eye out. Why don’t you come closer, we surely could try and talk about this, you really don’t want to send little me to that horrible place, now don’t you sweetpea?”

The pheromone was overwhelming and she knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to her at the amount she was putting out. He had done it before, that is when then the Arkham staff didn’t turn the hoses on her or wear masks so they couldn’t breathe it in. She could have him eating out of her hand and rolling on the ground like a pet. All she had to do was tell him to do something in a tracne so she could escape or worse, make him suffer for hurting her.

[Charlie Drake]

This girl, who he would call “Ivy Junior” for now, was crying. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a villain trying to play on his sympathies. It annoyed him so much that some of them just thought they could get on the sympathetic side. But, there was something else about this villain. She was adorable, fragile and cute. Rubbing the back of his neck, he didn't feel like he should attack her or try anything. Despite having thrown those Red Robin throwing discs, he wasn't going to take her down with hand to hand combat unless he had to. And if she did attack him with hand to hand combat and showed herself to be a competent fighter, then it could be interesting.

The girl got closer to a wall, and he wanted to try and help her without hurting her any more. Her glare was not helping her case, as he knew when someone would attack. Despite the fact he wasn't as skilled a detective as his father, he was a good one, and he could easily tell when someone had the pain and fear that this girl was showing. It was also an indicator that they would attack if they were rapid. “Its not because of people like me. Did you hurt people? Did you take people down unintentionally? I would have reasoned with you, talked to you. Tried to find out if you were truly evil, or if you were just scared! Misguided! Please, just talk to me!” She was crying again, but more pheromones were being released. The dosage of pheromones was beginning to reach a level where even his healing factor couldn't protect him from becoming intoxicated by her scent and pheromones.

“Unless you are evil, I won't put you back in the Asylum. You need to be criminally insane to be there. Are you criminally insane? Because, if you aren't, then why are you there?!” Sometimes, the good attendants of Arkham Asylum really annoyed him. They saw a person with powers like one of Batmans rogues, they claimed that person was criminally insane, and imprisoned then. Maybe this girl wanted to be a hero, to help people. But they didn't let her. They imprisoned her. Made her feel like she was insane, like she deserved to be there. His eyes fell to her bleeding arm as the throwing discs hurt her. She called him a vile brat, and called him a cold hearted monster. That actually hurt. “I am not a cold hearted monster! I know cold hearted monsters, but I am not one! You were trying to use your pheromones on me! I hate being manipulated like that!” The pheromones tripled, and now, his healing factor was useless. He was now feeling like she was very attractive. These feelings had just been enhanced, as he already felt she was attractive. The pose she took on was also helping her.

“I am a sweetheart beautiful...If I come closer, you can't attack me. Or I'll reciprocate.” Even with these overpowering and intoxicating pheromones in the air, and now his system, his healing factor was helping him to an extent. While he was now more attracted to this girl, he was still, for all intents and purposes level headed. Walking over to the girl, his bow was on his back again, and if he needed to, he'd take this girl down.

[Rosie Jardin]

Insane? Was she insane. Maybe she wasn’t evil or insane when they put her in the asylum but clearly traits had been brought out of her while she was there. Perhaps both induced and forced, but she did not believe she was ill if she was. Standing up and taking a step forward, the hero again tried to reason with her. His guard and weapons were a side and she seemed to be having issues controlling him so far until now. Clearly he knew what she was doing, how he could have withstood her potent pheromones was beyond her. He was asking a lot of questions, most she didn’t intend to answer or know how. She could see it in his eyes now, it was working.

“You see, I just want to live a normal life without people judging me like I’m some evil temptress. Honestly I only escaped, to try again. I was only there because people were afraid of me and what I could be. They didn’t stop to try to get to know me. They say I’m a Siren. Do I look harmful to you?” Rosie said and pulled up the torn sleeve of her Arkham jumpsuit.

“I’m just an unfortunate and scared girl. Don’t let them take me back there. Can’t you just let me go? Can’t you just turn around and let me run away?” She replied and took into his eyes, hers’ were bright and bold, glazing back as her lips quivered.