Professor Fear (the sequel) - Jonathan Crane

Chapter 33

Looking better refreshed already, Pam sat at the table in Edward's kitchen absent minded, twirling a spoon in a normal cup of black tea with hemp milk – courtesy of her own hemp. She could have made the black tea too if she'd wanted, but Edward supplied that in neat teabags in his kitchen already.

Edward sat himself across from her. Looking at her in a piercing, uncomfortable and obvious scan for any signs of ailment.

"I'm fine, Edward," Her defensive tone was a cover up for her gratitude for his care.

"How much did you drink yesterday?"

She looked down at her untainted mug and sighed, "The half teaspoon you gave me here and then I dumped roughly two tablespoons for mixing at Jonathan's,"

"That behaviour is highly unlike you Pamela, it's reckless."

"What is my behaviour then Edward?" She smiled weakly, "You sound like a psychiatrist, leave that to Jonathan,"

"I will leave that to Jonathan," Edward seemed happy to be relieved of the emotional burden. "Perhaps you should go talk to him today,"

"What if he's mad at me?"

"Then at least go check on Daria. Besides, Jonathan cares for you. You'd have to do worse for him to ignore you."

"Okay," she began to grow her typical leafy attire under the robe she still wore. Her powers were weakened immensely by her body being drained the day before. She huffed, annoyed. "It seems I can't grow my own clothes," She'd left her red coat at Jonathan's house. "I'll be needing to wear something of yours."

"Is the robe not suitable?" Edward's voice was akin to a yawn of disinterest.

"Preferably not but I don't see you owning any cute tops."

Ivy didn't want to walk through the streets of Gotham as she was. Police kept an eye out for her subtly green tinged skin and flaming hair. Most often she would climb through buildings, through sewers or sneak into someone's car. However, currently her powers were gone and so was her willpower to be cunning.

"On second thought, I definitely want to wear your clothes."

"Daria can you get the door," Jonathan groaned. His face was practically fused with his pillow. Daria had been up, pulling on some underwear and tights. She grabbed the shirt which was top of the drawer pile and pulled it on whilst walking down the stairs.
She saw who it was through the door and opened up.
There was an awkward silent moment.
Ivy remembered how Daria had behaved the night before. Frozen.

"Hey," Ivy kept her voice soft, "Can I come in?"

"Yes. come into the living room." Daria ushered her through the kitchen and into the living room. Ivy figured she was not welcome in the area that she may create the tea.

"Aw, I was telling Edward that you both would look great in matching outfits. I'm so pleased you both took my advice."

"What are you talking – oh yes these," Ivy looked down at the shapeless, long green suit. "I left my coat here."

"Is that why you're here?"

"No, I'm here because -"
Jonathan came down the stairs. He, unusually, wore black sweat pants and a white T shirt.

"Morning," He seemed suddenly chipper. He took a quick detour to the kitchen to grab something and then went over to Daria to give her a kiss. Then looked at the guest, "Dr Isly, shall we go downstairs?"

Into the basement/illegal laboratory.

As they got down the narrow steps, Ivy realised he'd gone into the kitchen to scrape a small sample of the powder from the counter.

"The test will take a few hours, but I just brought you down here to talk,"

"Cute, I'm getting a scolding," Ivy sighed, rolling her eyes.

"We're turning into kids, Ivy, we're getting addicted, throwing our feelings around, not scaring anyone as villains, not representing our causes," He spoke seriously. "I'm going create something big in Gotham, to reassert status and cause, and I want you to be a part of it."

Ivy crossed her arms over her chest. "What's in it for me?"
"Everything," He spoke softly, "you will have a reborn landscape where your plants can run wild and free. You can hurt those who hurt the environment. When's the last time you wrecked havoc?"
"Why are we speaking about this in private, is your sweet honey-pie not allowed to know?" She smirked at his old-style behaviour. She had hoped that Daria would be the one and he'd tell her everything. Ivy was slowly growing fond of her.
Jonathan ran a hand through his hair and walked towards where his tests were taking place. "Daria will know once I've planned it a bit more. You're the first I've talked about it all with." 
"I hope you're being truthful with me Jonathan, she's not one to let go, she's our girl now,"
Jonathan smiled at her comment. "Yes, Pamela, I love Daria Morrison," Other than Daria herself, Jonathan had not told anyone these feelings. Pamela couldn't stop her smile at his declaration. He continued, "but I want to surprise her with my plan when it is more formed, it's going to be something big, I need to work with the Joker on this too, I understand you too are enemies due to Harley." Pamela's face distorted at the thought of working with the Joker. Jonathan assured her that they would be working on the same project but would never have to see one another. The plan would begin developing in three days-time.

"Alright Jonny, I'm in, but I will not work with the Joker." Pamela dragged him in for a hug. He hesitated at first but then returned the favour. They both returned upstairs.

"All good?" Daria asked them both. She was cosy on the couch reading a book.
"I'm clean as a whistle and on the straight and narrow," Ivy cheered.
"Well, Ivy, It was lovely to see you, as always, but I'd like to spend the rest of the day alone with the beautiful woman on my sofa,"

"Of course, Jonny, you too have fun!" She walked into the kitchen and grabbed her coat. The green suit fell to the floor and she wrapped her naked self in the thin red coat, pulling tightly on the belt around her waist. "Could you deliver the suit back to Eddy for me,"
"Will do," Jonathan called from the living room.
Pamela shut the front door behind her, hearing Daria's giggles filling the house.
She smiled, and for a second she forgot about how sick she was feeling.