"Kavita, I really don't want to distract you from your research on this wonderful water, but," I handed her the vial of Renee Montoya's blood. "Could you develop another serum?"
"Alex... Did I tell you that I developed a mutated Ebola virus back in my student years? I still remember the formula," She said in a tone that sent shivers down my spine.the professor reminded me. But she still took the vial of blood.
"Keep in mind, you need to get new materials for research, otherwise... Well, you get the idea."
"Y-yes, ma'am," I saluted and nervously stepped aside. Yes, Doctor Rao is sometimes more frightening than any Joker. The main thing is that she agreed to make the serum. Renee, the future head of security, urgently needs Erskine's formula now.
I can't allow her to begin her duties as a simple person. The employees of my company are far from ordinary people, and the situations around us can be quite extraordinary.
Therefore, it's better this way than nothing at all. I also promised my harlequin the formula. Bruce, however, was not thrilled with the idea: he still didn't trust the Joker's former flame. I, unlike him, had no doubt that Harley no longer remembered her sweetheart, and her thoughts were occupied exclusively with me.
It's good to have mega-intuition and not have to rack your brain over the eternal question: does she love you? I know this, and that's why I can't leave my charming Quinzel behind and refuse the injection. That would be like tacitly declaring that I don't trust her. And I can't let her think that.
The only thing keeping her from the dark side is me and her impeccable trust in me. I can't let her down.
Hm, where is Harley, exactly? She said she'd be seeing Pamela today. Found her! Wow, she's wearing a white shrug. The most stunning doctor I've ever seen.
"Harley," I addressed the girl. "You look absolutely stunning in that outfit."
"Alex!" she rushed at me, locking her lips in a passionate kiss. Under the shrug, she wore her favorite short dress, which made no attempt to hide her alluring curves.
"Harley, why are you dressed like that? And what are you doing, exactly?" I asked, noticing the stack of papers and documents that took up a substantial amount of space in the green corner of Pamela's lab.
"Is this what you're talking about? These are documents from Arkham Asylum: patient files, Hugo Strange's files, and a few others," Harley replied, handing me a folder with a photograph of the director of the Gotham City Mental Hospital.
"Why such curiosity all of a sudden?"
"Remember, you told me what exactly Hugo told you the last time you saw him? He said that criminals like Ivy don't reform. He emphasized that point. Knowing his inclinations and habits, I can say that he's definitely up to something. I can't let him harm Ivy. She's so peaceful and happy right now. I don't even remember the last time I saw her like this... Or if I ever saw her at all. She deserves a second chance more than anyone, and I won't let this sadist ruin everything, "Quinn said, not bothering to hide her murderous intent towards the Director of Arkham.
"And what do you expect to find here?"
"Believe me, there's a lot of interesting things hidden here, hee-hee-hee!" Harley laughed cheerfully in her characteristic crazy manner.
"It's good to have Batgirl as a friend. She's gotten so much for me! And the help of the artificial intelligence came in very handy. "Eve" is a real smart girl! Hugo has been studying us for quite some time, looking for our weak points," Harley continued, flashing with mischief. "It's time we find his weaknesses. When he makes his move, we'll be ready to counter him, ha-ha-ha!"
I simply shrugged, for I had nothing reprehensible in her aspirations. Besides, there was some truth in her words. That damn psycho hiding behind a doctor's robe will sooner or later show his fangs at me too.
Although I'm confident I can suppress Strange, a backup plan never hurts. Like Harley, I intend to protect Pamela to the end. Ever since I got her out of Arkham, I've been responsible for her. Speaking of our beloved Mother Nature... Where is she?
"Harley, have you seen Ivy?"
"Yes, she's in her lab, doing some research," Quinn said, rushing to hug me again.
"Okay. I'll go see her then and see what she's doing. Are you coming home today or…"
"I'll stay with Ivy for now," she interrupted my question. "She's not herself lately," Harley said, settling into the lotus position among the pile of papers. "Her thoughts are always wandering somewhere. So, I'll stay with her and support her."
"Okay…"
Although they were both less than scrupulous individuals in the past, their friendship is truly exemplary. It's so sincere that it's impossible not to admire it. Harley buried herself in documents so deeply that only strands of her amusing, multi-colored ponytails peeked out from under the pile of papers. To avoid disturbing the brilliant psychologist's analysis and data collection, I went in search of her friend.
The lab, as well as the rest of Poison Ivy's residence, was overrun with wild vegetation. The dryad was intently observing a reaction taking place in a test tube containing a strange, thick liquid. Isley was so absorbed in studying the unknown substance that she completely failed to notice my arrival.
"Hi, Ivy," I greeted the girl. She turned around abruptly, and in her eyes I caught a glimpse of surprise, longing, and irritation—a strange combination of emotions.
"Alex... Why did you come? I'm busy…"
"Yes, I was informed, and I had the chance to see it with my own eyes. So, what are you doing?"
"It's my personal business, and I'd like it to remain that way," Pamela snorted, turning away from me.
"Ivy, listen, I don't want to control you or limit you in any way, but you have to understand that I'm responsible for you... And I need to know what exactly you're researching. I trust you and I'm sure that whatever you're busy with, it shouldn't be regarded as... evil intentions. But I have to know. And whatever it is, I will support you and won't reproach you. The only thing I can do is ask you to be more restrained or take a slightly different path. But I will stay by your side…"
"I know," the girl said barely perceptibly, as if she were talking not to me, but to her plants. But thanks to my heightened hearing, I was able to recognize every syllable. "But... I ask you to give me time. I will tell you everything as soon as my research bears fruit."
"Okay, that's what we'll do. You know, ever since that failed kiss, our relationship has become noticeably strained, we began to see and talk less, so…"
"Alex," Pamela interrupted me sharply. "I would be grateful if we didn't talk about this now."
"Okay. But you know, no matter what the risk was, I would still take a step towards you. And no matter how it turns out in the end, I wouldn't regret it. We all want it when we can't... And we can do everything when we no longer need to..."
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Thank you all for reading guys, I want to confide in something.
Remember I told you all about getting a puppy? I went back to check on him and to adopt him, but he died.
I feel weird, kind of stuffed in my chest. I feel like he died not by his fate but my choice. If maybe I had adopted him, he wouldn't have died.
I don't know man.... I feel weird.