"The inventory is fine," Pam said. She was squatted on the ground, shoving some gardening tools into a box. "You're going to have to keep it running on your own, though. I'm sorry."

"Harley asked me to move in with her."

And Pam was helpless in the face of it.

"I'm keeping the lease," Pam said. "Just... To make sure nobody moves in, crowds you out and starts selling chemical crap again."

She closed the box. "But that'll just be a front," she said. "You can keep using the shop."

"I'll try," Pam said. She finally looked up at him, a faint, rueful smile on her face. "I'll miss you, too."

Bold admission from Pamela Isley, who generally insisted she hated everyone.

"I might have to run back here to take a breath or two in your grove," Pam said, mouth twisting. "Gotham isn't exactly a nature reserve."

"Thank you."

She let out a soft breath.

"That visit went better than I expected."

You don't say.

Pam let out a wry breath. "She always knows me better than I know myself," she muttered. "It would be annoying, if it wasn't so endearing."

"Did she tell you she visited every place I went to before I came here?" Pam said. She sat back, a little smile on her face. "She found out my powers - my original powers - have been coming back. Without my realizing it."

"I thought they'd been burned out of me," Pam said, quieter.

So yes, right.

She pushed up and got her phone out of her pocket. "Here, I'll show you."

"I visited this little place, I think it was Montana," Pam said. She flicked to a picture of a messy garden with a small dead tree, some grass, a few shrubs, and a lot of junk - even an old car. "It looked like this when I got there. I decided to help the owner replant it with local flora," she said.

A flick. The same space, cleaned up. Small bushes along the edges, barely flowering, a tiny tree planted in the center between them.

Pam shot him a wry look. She flicked to the next picture.

"This is what Harley found when she visited it a month later."

"It still seems almost impossible," Pam said quietly.

"Harley thinks I've been holding myself back," Pam said. She reached up to rub at her eyes. "Because of everything that's happened."

"I took the lamia to help me feel some fraction of what I used to when I had my powers," Pam said. She slipped the phone back into her pocket. "Now I keep wondering what might have happened if I hadn't run."

Pam pushed a few strands of red hair behind her ear and looked at the window. She considered stating it plainly - a lot of people might still be alive. But no. Definitely not when she was just saying goodbye.

"Well, I hope this means they'll keep... growing back," she settled on.

Pam let out a soft sigh. At herself. At his warmth, which felt both adorable and misplaced. "We'll see," she said.

She looked at him again. "I'll write," she offered. "I'm not great with texting."