Ivy Weaver

This trail was driving Ivy nuts. She knew with every fiber of her being the accused was guilty. She could tell by the evidence. She had been at this long enough to know when someone was guilty. But she knew it would be hard to do much of anything with Glenn as his defense.

She hated that Glenn was just as good as her. Better even because he had charm while she was more like an Ice Queen here.

That was what had her on her feet quick as she could for her next deflection. Did he just use Edward Nygma versus Gothan City, July 2002? Oh hell no.

"I object Your Honor. In that case it was thrown out latter as it turns out Mr Nygma was never a flight risk. The Court had every right to assume that Mr Whitaker was a flight risk while he continued to take his medication, which he has access to and has been reported as taking." Oh ex-hubby of hers do not make her forth with rage outside of court, she likes to keep her cool. She knows he will know he just got under her skin here.

Ivy hadn't claimed to ever be in love. She hadn't talked about the idea of her, Ivy Weaver college student falling for just any guy. Or girl she recognized the fact that she was young and it was okay to experiment even though she had been raised Catholic. She just wouldn't lead anyone on. It was as simple as that really.

She did not expect him though. She met him when she was twenty-two. They had similar friends but he was older. He caught her when she slipped on some ice out side of Arkham Hall at the University. His hands had felt very warm when they were buried against her coat for that brief minute as he helped her right herself. Then she found herself agreeing to go out for coffee, she really liked coffee.

They hit it off. He was about to join the police force. She wanted to be a lawyer. He thought she would be great at it and she thought he was brave, everyone knew the stories about the Gotham PD after all even if things were changing.

They danced around their feelings for a long time before they decided to move in together. He was finally on the force and she was going through law school. They were both very happy and Ivy thought the future looked bright. A year before she would take the bar exam he asked her to marry him. She was stunned but agreed and he tossed her over his shoulder and she giggled as they disappeared into their bedroom to celebrate.

They married and he kept her from crawling up the walls as she studied for her bar exam. He did so by giving her lots of back rubs when he was home. And called her whenever he had a break. She always found herself smiling with glee whenever she heard his soft but firm voice.

She passed and eventually found herself working for the District Attorney's office. It had been her dream since before she met him. Before she fell in love and was happy with everything. He became unhappy. He remembered Harvey Dent. All he could see was how idealistic his pretty wife was and how hard and far she could and would fall. No one could work and live in Gotham unchanged. So he tried to talk her into quitting. Talked about them having children. Moving to a different city, a different state.

Anything to save her. He would transfer anywhere to protect her. But how does one protect someone who doesn't believe they need protecting? There is no way. She got mad and stood firm. She wouldn't leave Gotham. She was in love with the city. She wanted to save it. Like a knight crusader only a little tarnished from wear and tear; she knew she wasn't perfect after all. All Bill her wonderfully protective husband could see though was a damsel in distress lost in the woods.

She refused to leave the forest. Didn't want to abandon Gotham. So he who thought he was the knight crusader trying to save something precious did the one thing heroes should never do if they want to stay to the end of the story and to grow old with the person they loved. He took a transfer and walked out.

Ivy didn't understand she didn't see he was trying to protect her. She was hurt though deeply by his sudden departure. So she did a perfectly reasonable thing and threw herself into her work. She stopped talking to their friends who thought she was crazy for not going after him and she cried a little over a broken heart. It took her six months to decide to send him the divorce papers; he left her first after all but she would make him hurt right back she had every right to feel petty and angry she was injured first.

They still talked after that. It was self-destructive at best and bitter sweet at worst. They were both stupidly in love still and they both knew it. The last nail in the coffin though was when Bill got drunk and slept with a teacher in the town he was working in. Ivy was mad and jealous. Even more so when she found out there was going to be a child and all Ivy had was her work and empty coffee mugs all over her apartment.

"I don't hate you," she told him finally over the phone. "I just can't stand who we've become. Good bye Bill."

And she hung up on him and walked away for the last time. It hurt less to just end it after all.

She locked her door after she got in. Then put in the new security code. Her job had gotten just a little more interesting a few weeks ago so she had everything updated. She hangs her coat up and continues to argue with someone at the office over her cell phone. She sounds furious with how willing they are to bend to get someone more dangerous put away in prison.

"Look! I. Don't. Care. He's a murderer and just as bad as the man we're going after. We don't compromise with scum," she said firmly. "We'll get both of them. You just need to trust me, Clarkson."

She listens and smirks as she reaches up and starts to undo her hair from the tight bun as she starts to go towards a table and sits. The clip gets set down ad then the pins as her hair slips back out of place. She rubs her scalp as she listens to the other lawyer. "Okay. But you know I'm right. I'll speak with the detectives in the morning and we'll get just what we need."

She listens then pulls the phone away from her ear and shuts it. She groaned and rolled her shoulders while pulling her hand out of her hair. That was when she noticed the atmosphere in her home felt different. She shifted nervously and grabbed her cane and got up and began to roam with her cane gripped like a weapon.

It had been over three months since she had last been around Altair. She had forgotten what his presence had been like in her home. So she was honestly afraid of what might be lurking in her home. She didn't call out as she began to search her home for the intruder. Everything was far too quite so she bit her lower lip as she listened and started to check everything in the darkened house.

She got home late. The wrap around got tossed over the back of a chair and she shivered from the cold. The pale blue costume hadn't kept her warm either even if her shoulders hadn't even been exposed. The scarf that she had at one point had around her eyes since she had been silly enough to go to the part dressed up as Justice finds it's way to the floor where she is sure a cat will attack it.

She goes into the kitchen and starts to fix herself some tea. It was late and it might warm her up before she changed into something that might get rid of the cold chilling her skin. She shouldn't be so cold, she thought. It hadn't been too bad outside. But now she was smiling to herself.

It wasn't perfect but she... had an offer. It was a good one and it made her want to celebrate. She found the more she smiled while waiting for the water to heat up the less she worried about the chill.

"God, this is great. I just don't know who to tell abut this," Ivy mutters as she reaches up to fiddle with her hair. She did wish she could tell someone. A lump formed in her throat for a moment and then she nearly jumped out of her skin when the kettle whistled loudly. How long had she been standing there?

She grimaced and shook her head while getting her tea bag and finished fixing herself that mug of tea. It was time to think the whole thing over.

Ivy had a long day so she had locked herself in the bathroom to relax. After that she went to flop on her favorite couch. It was comfortable and wide enough that if her pets decided they just had to be with her she wouldn't get buried under a ton of pet hair.

She picked up a remote and pressed a button and the soft cords of a favorite Jazz CD filled the air. She hummed to herself and shut her eyes in a content manner. It was then she felt the young cat climb into her lap. She curled her lip for a moment and relaxed before she reached down to pet him. She had given up on teaching him her lap was not his lap but now she froze because something else had just started to climb up her leg.

She waited then reached over to figure out what this was. A kitten? What the shit is this.

Altair. Ivy demands an explanation for this. After it stops purring and being cute. Ah the big one is getting annoyed. They better not fight over her lap or else she is probably going to get annoyed.

Vacations could be so relaxing. Ivy was putting things away and enjoying the fact nothing had gone wrong while she was away for two weeks. Everything seemed normal. Of course no one would have noticed a short absence from the city. She told people where she was going and no emergencies had come up. She also loved the fact she felt more well rested than she had in months. Nothing was quite like knowing that nothing could go wrong up in the mountains away from the chaos of the city.

So she finished unpacking and started moving around her home again. She noticed though that there were signs of someone being here recently. Not the house keeper who comes in to help her either. Ivy wondered who wold have dropped in while she was away. The thought didn't last for long as she got herself a glass of water to sip on since it felt too late to drink coffee.

It was the Iceberge Lounge. One of the hot spots for the social elite and people somehow connected to the Mafia. In some ways it was also one of the safest places to hold a meeting. There was one such meeting going on up in one of the management offices over looking the club. Bars from old music could be heard through the door as it opened and a young dark haired woman dressed in formal wear was lead in.

"Thank you for having one of your men meet me, Mr Cobblepot. I do value the courtesy they showed me," Ivy stated showing all the poise in the world. She held herself as if she owned the room.

"Do take a seat, Ms Weaver. I didn't go through all that trouble just for a chat," the short man requests.

Ivy merely nods and takes a seat across from him. "No. You really didn't. I don't like it when my friends are abducted so let's cut to the chase, Mr Cobblepot. What the hell is this about? Your men..."

"Acted how they shouldn't have. I do apologize for how they mishandled you the other night. I hope to make it up to you before we move on to more important matters."

Ivy had been fussing all afternoon. She couldn't help it. She was excited over her date. And expected that she and Phoenix would have fun. That is if he liked music. She did due to the fact that it wouldn't keep too much attention on her. She would admit that wearing dresses, especially ones made to hint that she has legs? Made her very shy because he might look. And if he looked that meant that well, she didn't want to continue along that line of thought.

Bad Ivy. No cookie. Instead she made sure Cedric wasn't jumping all over. Yah, he was her goof ball. And she had to admit the dog was a good distraction while she waited. She expected tonight would go well. So long as nothing too physically active happened. She had a feeling despite her feeling a whole lot better Phoenix might still worry just a little over her health.

Hmm, would it be ok for her to bring her cane to a Jazz bar? It was a nice one too. Not the typical one someone might picture. They actually served decent food too. She had lunch there once.