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“Miss-- I mean, Doctor Isley?” Molly quickly corrected herself as she raised her hand. She was staying after school hours for help with chemistry. It wasn’t her best subject, and she had failed the last test. Dr. Isley had agreed to let Molly stay after and study, while Dr. Isley herself tended to her plants and prepared for her gardening club... which appeared to, at the moment, have no members. Even so, it appeared that the older woman was more focused on her plants than she was on Molly.

❝  They  can  bury  me  in  the  ground,  as  deep  as  they  like. 

                                                           𝔹𝕦𝕥  𝕀'𝕝𝕝  𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨  𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.  ❞

                               ❛ You’re   BETTER   than   this,   Ivy! ❜

{✗} “Ugh, that costume is P E R F E C T.” Selina grinned, running her hand along Pam’s dress, before taking a long sip of her beer. “I gotta say, we did good work shopping on such S H O R T notice.” She hummed, toying with a lock of her dark hair. The B E L L E look-alike leaned against the lit staircase, eyeing the door through hooded lashes. 

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This wasn’t her first time into Gotham. Batman had asked her and Simon to come here to help a Scarecrow threat recently enough. Simon had seemed to finally connect with Batman and she had done...okay. Maybe it was okay. She got along with some of the cops, now Batman had asked her to double check the city. He wanted to be thorough that nothing bad would happen after those anti-Batman videos and Scraecrow’s fear attack.

                                     Caught in your vines, while you were under my spell.

                                               It’s not in our best interest for this to go on                                                       But I find it hard to stay away                                               You intoxicating and beyond bad for me                              Yet I can’t get enough of the feeling of your lips on mine                                                   Even if it’s after we’ve fought,                             Blood still on our lips as I let you escape, until next time

Molly had graduated from Gotham High three years ago, and had immediately gone to college as far away as she could. Gotham had never been a friendly place, especially not for a sixteen year old who had just lost her parents. And the one person she’d been able to connect to-- a teacher who taught her least favorite subject-- had pushed her away. Said they were too close. So Molly needed an out.