Meanwhile, no more than a few floors above the Joker lay a child; Eve, her sleeping form, wrapped up snuggly, a bamboo hammock holding her safely above the floor in her bedroom, which in its entirety only Ivy could have truly created. It took Eve a moment for the distant echo to register, and even then her mitochondria wouldn’t allow her to wake. Not yet.
Somewhere in between a very deep sleep and a dream, her mitochondria stirred, twisting her plant kin around the laboratory doorway shellacking the surfaces around her own room with an orange liquid that had mitochondrial heat trap written all over it.
Then, after host was safe, the sensations of the outer world, mixed with the internal one currently entertaining her sub-conscious slowly but surely bringing Eve to awareness. She was only vaguely aware of what was happening, noises getting louder as if something, someone was making their way toward her.
“Ivy?” Eve whispered in sleepy murmur, yawning tiredly.