My White FlowerFell in love with a flower so smallMy White Flower by Shiore-Hikaru
Its petals bruised but it endured all
Its stem so hard from struggles, the flower hardly cries
Hidden behind a white blossom were nothing but lies
The roots buried deep in my heart
Digging ever so deeper tearing it apart
But oh how that blossom ever so bloom
In my heart it grew, bloody walls its room
Uprooted, torn from the bloody soil
Abandoned, love left to rot and spoil
But oh how you wear that flower, petals stained red
In my heart it grew, my heart crumbling soil now dead
How you wear that flower smiling as you go away
How you leave me never seeing my face in dismay
Beautiful white petals still scattered around my memory
Washing off blood with the tears from my undying misery
In A Padded Room - Chapter 1: MeetingBatman awoke to find that he didn't have use of his arms. He was strapped down to a table being wheeled through Arkham. His legs were also tied down but he was able to look around and see his captors. Poison Ivy and the Scarecrow were pushing him along the asylum and into what seemed like the rec room. He saw all the staff merely minding their own business and idly doing trivial tasks. When he called out to Dr. Leland she paid him no mind, her face an absent blank stare.In A Padded Room - Chapter 1: Meeting by Shiore-Hikaru
"I wouldn't waste your breath. Jervis has done a wonderful job of subduing the staff with mind control," the Scarecrow smirked underneath his mask. Crane was right; Batman saw bands around the doctor's heads that firmly held the cards in place.
"Whatever is going on you need to put a stop to it, now," Batman warned.
"You're in no position to be ordering us around Batman," responded Poison Ivy with an amused expression.
As soon as they wheeled him to the center of the room he noticed that the two rogues were not working