“You’re not okay. I can tell.”
“I’m fine!” Ivy snaps, stepping away from her friend, her body practically shaking with fever. “What do you care anyway?”
“Ivy, you’re my friend…” Selina held her arm out in front of her and shook her head.
“I care because you’re my friend, please, tell me what’s going on!”
“Nothin’. I’m just a little sick.” Ivy coughed again, one of those coughs that wracked her body and sent her leaning against the wall, strength gone. “‘If I’m your friend why are you never here anymore? You’re always with stupid Bruce Wayne.”
“Ivy!” Selina grabbed Ivy’s arm, “Ivy you’re sick, please, let me find help,”
She was worried, angry at Ivy for not taking the help that Selina could give… her first instinct was to call Bruce, he’d be able to help without even blinking an eye, but she knew Ivy would absolutely detest that.
“Well what are you gonna do about it?” That wasn’t a no…Ivy’s resolve was weakening.
“…Bruce,” she mumbled, “I know you don’t like him, but he can help. He has money, and doctors, and he’ll give them to us if I ask,” She loosened her grip on Ivy’s arm and frowned.
Ivy coughed out blood. “Fine,” she mumbled.
Selina wrapped her arm around Ivy's shoulder, taking the brunt of her weight on herself. "Let's go,"













