𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘.

Jervis let out a gentle sigh. He didn’t really want to get up. What was the point, really? But he could tell she was really trying to make him feel better. She was being a really good friend for him. “I like rainbows.” He said. Of course she knew that he did. “Do they have hats on them?” He couldn’t eat anything unless it had a hat on that, she knew that too. Of course, but he wanted to double check. Not that he really had the stomach to eat right now anyway. 

He shook his head when Pam insisted that he was talking about his sister. Pushing himself up into a sitting position when she sat beside him. He scooted up closed to her and leaned against his friend. There was probably no use telling her that he wasn’t talking about Alice. Pam miraculously could see right through him. No matter how clever he thought he was being by disguising the topic. His heart felt heavy as he thought of his little sister. Sure, she was taller than him, but she was still younger. She was innocent and it was his duty to take care of her now that their parents were gone. “We’re all each other have left and she won’t even let me in her life.” He complained. “All I want is to take care of her.” Then she told him she was gonna change the bandage. Carefully and protectively, Jervis cradled his injured hand with his other one. “No.” He whined. Eyeing her for a long moment before reluctantly letting go of his hand. “Okay, you can change it but I most certainly will not like it.” 

Pam nodded her head. “I can grab the toothpicks with hats on out of the kitchen. I’ll put them in for you if you promise to eat at least one cookie.” Most people would’ve left Jervis to his own devices after finding out that he’d gone after Alice again, but Pam couldn’t. It was too much like Harley all over again. He was going through a repetitive cycle of going back to the thing that hurt him the most. The only way he’d ever be better was if he broke away from it and got the help he needed. Right now, she was the only help he had. “They’ll give you a nice sugar rush,” she added, hoping that would sway him. 

When Jervis leaned against her, she made no attempt to move. Pam was getting used to him being physically affectionate, finally. “I know you can’t understand it, but you traumatised her, Jervis. Think about all the times she’s been under your control. You never gave her the freedom to be who she wants to be. That would be a good start in winning her back. You have to show her that you’re not going to do that to her again.” She knew deep down that he’d never be able to let Alice be free. He was too protective -- he always had been. Her eyes stayed on him as he whined, one eyebrow raised. He gave in, and she smiled. “You don’t have to like it, but you’ll be grateful when your hand doesn’t fall off.” She took hold of it, and gently unravelled the bandages. “This is going to take a long time to heal, you realise that, don’t you?”

[texts: Pam] god, no. I’ve been visiting the same fountain of youth you seem to frequent, red. 

[texts: Pam] I still want to meet her. It’s an unspoken rule. Oh, I can’t wait. Sounds amazing.  lol well, I’m very interested in hearing this. who doesn’t love a stray cat? I AM better than that. you’re right. Yes, please! Tell me the city hasn’t lost it’s flair. 

@isleypoisoned​

“You look like you could use a hand.”

Thorn didn’t have to look at the woman to know who it was. She had been tending to a patch of trampled flowers in the botanical garden—a spoiled child had run through it, of course—and for some reason, they were not responding to her will. The fact that Pamela was standing behind her and watching her fail at regrowing the plants struck a nerve that she had forgotten she had. She released a sigh and stood up, facing the woman with a scowl. “Ivy. I’m not a sporeling anymore. I don’t need your help.” 

Pam sighed at Thorn’s response. It was semi-expected, but it still stung a little. She hadn’t seen the girl in a long time, and now she was standing there, scowling at her. “Mm, you’re so much like me, you know,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “But okay, you don’t need my help,” she confirmed, with a nod of her head. “They do, though.” Pam gestured to the trampled flowers, a look of concern in her eyes. She didn’t want to step on any toes, even if healing nature had been her speciality for years. “Tell me, Thorn... Why do you think you’re having trouble?”

[texts: Pam] liar. you can never forget this face. girl, bye. 

[texts: Pam] wait. who is this someone? i obviously have to approve first. look at you ms. busy bee! great, looks like we’ll have to catch up on a lot then. and hatter is your pet? well, well. ah. no bats. got it. so, where do you propose we go? the three of us?

Pam looked at the younger woman, shaking her head. “Look, I don’t want to offend you,” she said, placing a hand on the other’s arm. At least it wasn’t a man coming onto her this time. “It’s just that you’re quite a lot younger than I am, and I’m not a cradle snatcher,” she said, adding a laugh to ease the tension. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re stunning, but even a woman like me has morals.” Anyone over five years younger than her was off-limits, and that was a rule she’d never break. “You can have your pick of the women in this bar, you shouldn’t busy yourself with someone who could be your very hot, older sister.” 

[texts: Pam] absence makes the heart grow fonder is what they say after all. perfect. god, it feels like it’s been forever. 

[texts: Pam] i supposed start from the most important in your eyes. I’ve been well. Trying to get settled here again. got my apartment back. Same old. Looking to find Bruce’s kids and see what they’ve been up to. 

[texts: Pam] hey. guess who’s back in town? What do you say me, you and harls get together for a good ol’ reunion. But first, catch me up on your glorious life, Red.

It wasn’t often that Maze got to talk like this. Obviously, Maze didn’t really find much reason to talk too much. She found that most people just liked to fill in the silence with their own voices. You could learn a lot about them just through that. Humans tended to reveal the strangest things from their greatest weaknesses to their strangest desires. It worked almost as well as Lucifer’s Devil face. Of course, Maze often zoned out what humans said, their emotions and unimportant thoughts simply boring her into not listening, but today, she was the one talking, not because she was filling in the silence but because, for once, someone actually seemed interested in what she liked. It was more intoxicating than any kind of alcohol.

Maze had noticed it when they met that Pamela looked like she had been deprived of something. She hadn’t really been sure of what it was at first, but as they spent more time together, she saw more and more of herself in the other woman. She was full of chaos and fun, and Maze found herself drawn in by far more than Pam’s gorgeous appearance. Apparently, Maze wasn’t the only one. She watched as Pam sauntered across the floor to her, smirking as Pam’s shirt was removed. Mazikeen helped her to sit more comfortably on her lap, holding her from behind. Maze licked her lips just before they kissed. Now there was a lot more of Maze inside Pam, and Maze was unabashedly happy about that fact. Pulling away for just a moment to speak, Maze said, “Let me help you with that.” Using her nails, she split her own shirt in half, peeling off the sleeves before she went back to kissing Pam. 

The feeling of Maze holding her made Pam feel secure, and a lot more confident about what she was doing. Touch was such a personal thing for her. After all of the things she’d been through, and the way men had mistreated her in the past, it was difficult for her to trust people enough to let them touch her intimately. There was something about Maze, though. They were kindred spirits. Besides, when was the last time she’d allowed herself to let loose and have some mindless fun? She’d been pining over Harley since the moment she’d met her -- always comparing other women to her, and telling herself that nobody else would be good enough. Maybe she was right, but it wouldn’t hurt to let someone try and change her mind. It was hard to worm your way into her heart, so she wasn’t risking anything by doing this. There was no chance of heartbreak, again. 

The kiss was a lot more heated than Pam had anticipated, but she wasn’t going to complain about that. She could taste Maze’s chapstick on her tongue, and it was making her feel heady. She was beginning to think that she’d missed out on a whole world of fun, by closing herself off for all these years. There was a smile on her face as the other woman pulled away, and she followed her lips, nipping at her lower one teasingly. Pam watched with wide eyes as Maze split her own shirt in half. If that wasn’t the hottest thing she’d ever seen, she didn’t know what was. “Impressive,” she mumbled against the other’s lips, pressing herself against Maze as she ran her hands over her back. Using her powers, Pam called for vines to form a dome around where they were seated. Two of her best friends had keys to the apartment, and the last thing she wanted was an audience. Feeling her lungs burning, she pulled back, looking at Maze. “I’m not usually this easy to crack,” Pam teased, trailing her fingertips over Maze’s jaw, before running the pad of her thumb over her lower lip. “Are you comfortable?” she asked, leaning in for another quick kiss as the vines finished growing around them.

He was feeling miserable. The pain of his hand didn’t compare to the pain of the betrayal. He would have never hurt Alice and yet she hurt him. Opting to put his dominate hand out of commission. He was lucky the shot was square in the middle of his palm. If it had been higher, he might have lost a couple of fingers. Or maybe he was unlucky- as he was having trouble moving it. He heard Pamela come in but didn’t lift his head to look away from the television. “Tea?” He asked, though he didn’t sound nearly as interested as he normally did when someone else brought him tea. He wasn’t sure anything could actually lift his spirits. Not even tea. He was about to answer her question when she kissed him on the cheek. It wasn’t enough to bring him out of his slump, but he couldn’t lie. He greatly appreciated how she was taking care of him. 

Instead of answering her question, he gestured to the TV which was featuring the Road Runner Show. “Have you ever noticed how sad this show is? The Coyote just keeps getting hurt all the time, just… constantly. All he wants is to catch her and he gets greeted with failure after failure. No matter what he tries. She’ll never love him.” He said, before giving a quick glance to the pink bandages on his hand. “It hurts too much to change it.” He protested.

Pam sighed softly when the kiss did nothing to lift Jervis’s spirits. He really was depressed. What if he needed professional help? She couldn’t call Arkham, though. That would be a betrayal. If anybody did that to her, she’d murder them. “Yes. Tea. It’s your favourite kind. I also have cookies in my purse. They’re rainbow ones.” She was doing everything she could for him. Pam had given him a bed for the night, a kiss, tea, and cookies. What else could she do? She knew a few things about different medications -- it wouldn’t be hard to charm a pharmacist into giving her something for her friend. But what if she killed him accidentally? Could she live with that on her conscience? Probably. But still, she’d miss him.

When he started talking about the cartoon he was watching, she just stared at him. If he really thought that Roadrunner was a love story, he was sorely mistaken. “You and I both know that you’re talking about your sister,” Pam said, sitting down next to him. “There’s no use in using weird metaphors. I know how you feel about her.” She shifted in her seat, a little uncomfortable at the thought. “Well, I’m changing it. If I don’t, you’ll get an infection, and I’ll have to amputate your hand with the axe I keep in the garden. Do you want that, darling?”

It didn’t take Daisy long before she felt like she needed to contact Pam, especially since she’d seen Jervis again on the street, and even more so since she was hallucinating seeing Kilgrave again. The latter probably wasn’t something that Pam could help with, but she was the reason Daisy was free. Seeing her again would at least provide some comfort. Plus, Pam knew more about Jervis than Daisy did, and Daisy couldn’t help being a little concerned about him repeating past mistakes and going after someone else, especially since Pam said the real Alice was still alive. She knocked on the door of the address Pam’s had given her. “You said we could talk, right?” She asked quietly.

Pam was enjoying a day off work, watching nature documentaries, and telling Frank to shut up every ten or so minutes. When she heard a knock on the door, she got up from the couch and made her way towards it. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so when she opened the door and saw Daisy standing there, she was a little surprised. “Daisy, hi,” she said, nodding her head. “Of course. Come on in.” She stepped to the side, waiting for the other woman to step inside, before shutting the front door behind her. “I’m actually glad you came,” Pam told her. She’d been hoping that the other woman would take her up on her offer of talking. She was worried about her. “How’ve you been?”