Time to eat.

CREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!

The door to "Selina" and Ivy's cell shuddered open.

"Looks like it's time to eat."

Ivy pointed out, waltzing over to the door.

"Aren't you coming?"

The redhead glanced over her shoulder.

"Oh, uh.. yeah."

Dick wasn't looking forward to prison food but didn't have much of a choice.

Dick and Poison Ivy were herded into a line with all the other female inmates from their cellblock. The women were marched down to the mess hall where they were each served what Dick would describe as colorful slop.

The former Defender of Bludhaven cringed from the mere scent of the abomination on her tray. She prodded the mystery substance with her spork, fearful it would come to life and bite her.

"I know, right? I doubt any of the food here is vegan."

Pamela sat down across from Dick, just as disgusted with the food as her friend was.

"Right..."

"Are you alright? You don't seem... I don't know... not very... you."

She didn't know the half of it.

"Um, what do you mean?"

"Just... you've been very short with me since you got here. Usually we talk a lot more."

Suddenly, before Dick could answer, someone new approached their table.