Pamela turned her head, scanning the room. Medical equipment hummed faintly in the shadows, but what caught her attention was the faint glow in the corner. A planter sat beneath a small lamp, the Midnight Rose inside still alive. Its petals shimmered faintly, shifting as if acknowledging her. Pamela's throat tightened. She whispered, "Midnight Rose… you're still here…"
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she focused on the flower. "Please… can you help me get free from these restraints? I have to rescue my friend… Barbara Gordon." The room was silent except for the hum of machinery. Then the rose stirred. Its petals quivered, releasing a faint fragrance that washed over her, calming her trembling body. The glow deepened, and the stem stretched, dragging itself slowly across the floor toward her.
Pamela's breath caught. The vine reached the side of her gurney, sliding upward until it brushed gently against her cheek. She let out a shaky laugh. "Okay, okay… can you help me or not?"
A thorn sprouted, lengthening to a sharp point. With a sudden slice, it cut through the strap across her chest. Pamela gasped, watching in disbelief as the thorn then turned downward, severing the straps binding her arms. One by one, the restraints snapped apart. Finally, the vine slashed through the bonds at her ankles.
Pamela pushed herself upright, rubbing her wrists where the leather had dug in. She stood unsteadily, her legs trembling from disuse. "I… I have to find Barbara," she muttered under her breath. Her eyes moved towards the rose, anxiety flashing across her face. "But… how do I fight him? What if he has more of those plant-things in tanks… what if he has people working for him like Joker or Two-Face or has plant monsters of some kind?"
The Midnight Rose swayed as if answering her. Pamela stepped closer, desperation and hope mingling in her expression. "Can you help me fight him?"
The plant seemed to respond. Its roots tore free from the soil with a wet sound, dirt scattering across the floor. Pamela gasped as the flower dragged itself toward her, vines twisting like serpents. It coiled around her left wrist, tightening. She cried out as the thorns pierced her skin, sharp pain shooting through her arm. She clenched her teeth as the roots pressed deeper, merging with her flesh. Her veins pulsed green for a moment as the flower shrank, collapsing into the twisting vine that wound firmly around her.
Pamela's breath came fast and shallow as she stared at her wrist. The Midnight Rose had formed into a living bracelet, its green-black vines coiled tightly, studded with ten miniature roses that pulsed faintly with life. She lifted her arm, trembling. "You've… become one with me."
Her chest warmed as emotions not her own filled her—loyalty, protection, eagerness to feed. Their bond was undeniable. She could feel the rose's intent, its will entwined with hers. It was part of her now.
Pamela lowered her arm slowly, her fear giving way to something harder, steadier. Her eyes glinted with determination as she whispered, "Let's go save Barbara."
Join my patreon today to read up to chapter 35 in advance your support is my inspiration join for only 3 to 5$
patreon.com/everstone