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She wasn't surprised anymore. In fact, she welcomed the notes and the flowers that came with them. They made her day, more often than not, and brought a smile to her face when she has a hard day.

Smiling when she saw the letter taped to her door, Y/n took it off, then grabbed the two colorful succulents in front of her door. "Oh dearie," looking to her right, Y/n gave her older neighbor a smile.

"Hi Miss Rose, how are you today?" The older women shuffled forward, a small package in her arms.

"I'm good sweetheart. This came for you almost the same time the woman left those presents for you." Delilah told as she handed over the package, but Y/n was shocked that her elderly neighbor saw the woman who was gifting her these plants and letters.

"Wait, you saw her?" The older woman gave a laugh.

"I did dearie. And don't worry, I told her to take care of you or I'll whack her with my cane." Y/n gave a giggle, imaging a little woman like Delilah, whacking someone with her cane. "Anyways, have a good night darling, time to see my next husband, Mr. Alex Trebek." The older woman wiggles her eyebrows, leaving a giggling Y/n behind.

"Wait-" Y/n says, but the door is slammed behind, and then locked. She wished Miss Rose told her what the woman looked like, that would've been helpful.

With a sigh, she pushed open her door, then quickly shut and locked it behind her. However, she's not alone, but Y/n doesn't realize that quite yet. She's too focused on the letter in front of her.

As she opens and reads the letter, a smile spreads across her lips. Y/n doesn't care if this woman is a criminal like the woman says in the letter. The words she writes, her intelligence, that's what attracts Y/n to the woman. But, she still doesn't know who it is, and that's what upsets her. "I wish you were brave enough to show yourself." She tells the letter, before putting it away.

"I think I am." A voice tells her, causing Y/n to give a small squeak. Her eyes widen when she sees Poison Ivy standing in her living room, but the woman doesn't have an ounce of confidence in her. She's sending Y/n a sheepish smile and looking anywhere other than the woman she's in love with.

"Pamela, I-"

"You can call the cops if you want-"

"I love you too." Y/n continues, but it doesn't sink into the woman's brain quite yet.

"-you have every- wait, what?" Pamela's gives a dumbfounded look.

Y/n giggles, walking closer to the woman. "I love you too. Have been since the first letter you sent." The green skin, red haired woman is silent, before she pulls something from behind her back.

"I-" Y/n's eyes widen at the syringe, wondering what it could be.

"An antidote. It's not long term or anything, it'll last about six months, but I'll be able to kiss you and touch you. If you don't trust me, I understand, there's a flower I have, Harley likes it better than the shot."

"Does it matter the arm?" Y/n questions, taking her jacket off. Pamela smiles widely, shaking her head.

"No, love." Y/n blushes at the nickname, pulling the sleeve of her right arm up. She barely feels anything, except lips on hers seconds later. Her arms wrap around Pamela's neck, whimpering against her mouth.

Hours later, when they're cuddling together, Y/n kisses her girlfriend's cheek, thanking her for those little notes and letters.