Turning Over A New Leaf

[Poison Ivy]

Turning over a New Leaf

Story By: Poison Ivy and Batman
Heroes: Batman, Robin I
Villains: Poison Ivy,


South America, 2010...

The days were hot and the nights gave little comfort. The air in Guyana was moist and thick, making the lungs feel like they worked harder to shred out the moisture in the air in order to receive proper oxygen. Guyana was one of the few Carribbean nations to not be an island, but rather, a part of the mass of South America itself. Just North of the Amazon River, Guyana was a mostly flat land with vast marshes where most of the population lived. There were roads, but none of them were paved, and the cars were few and far between, not to mention a pitiful excuse for a functioning automobile. The homes were built like sturdy shacks and the people in ragged, loose clothing. Guyana was home to a good part of the Tropical Rainforest that spread throughout the Northern pieces of South America.

Pamela Lillian Isley had been given several Botanical grants by the Botanical Society of America to pursue her thriving career toward studying plant life and, to her hopes and dreams, even winning the Nobel for her findings one day. Gotham City had given her the college education to reach her Ph D and from there, she'd worked very hard to earn the position and recognition of being sent out to her choice location in Guyana, South America to study the rare and still foreign plant life of the Tropical Rainforests. When she'd been granted such a task, she'd been paired with another eager botanist, Dr. Jason Woodue. Jason Woodrue was a slightly older man than Pamela, almost old enough to be looked at like a father-figure, which, Pamela came to do. Together, they chose their team carefully and set off for South America. Guyana had had its bumps here and there, but for the past four years, it had given them such a new glimpse into the Earth's amazing abilities that the Botanists had found themselves speechless. They continuously sent back their findings with samples and explanations, testing for new solutions to disease, organic medicines to aid the sick, and information that would change what the world knew of the rock it called home.

In this time, Jason had taken his eye at his younger partner. He had noticed her commonly green eyes and her rat nest of red hair that she ignored and shoved utensils into while she focused on her studies. Jason had taken notice of the shape of her backside as she'd bent over to take a closer look at a specimen, and even the way she chewed her pen absently when she was trying to understand what the results before her meant. Four years away from their home in America was a long way and a man would always be a man. Jason had taken his interests to the other female team members first, having his fun with each in his own time, whiling away his time until he'd run out of fresh meat. Now his eyes had fixated on Pamela. She wasn't a looker, no, she didn't take care of herself and she didn't seem to care for her outer appearance at all. It was like she didn't know there was another world besides that of her studies, and that fact alone made it easy for Jason to take his gaze leisurely at her as he pleased without her notice.

But she wasn't going to come to him as the other girls had when he'd called. He'd tried to get her attention, subtly at first, then, when he'd gone too long of getting passed along, he'd made a more direct approach. He'd cornered her against the white walls of their lab, her checklist curled under her arms against her chest tightly. Those common green eyes had looked up at him for the first time in fear, the stray hairs of faded red hung messily over her face. The clipboard pushed out and in with each little gasp she took as she tried to make heads or tails of what Jason was up to.

"Dr. Woodrue, what are you doing?" She glanced at his arms on either side of her, the cool wall behind her to give contrast to the warmth that was Guyana, an inescapable heat. Jason ignored her stupid question, more focused on hoping, despite her common and messy looks, that her body would provide more of a sate than what he was feeling now. Even she would feel good compared to the overly stressed, tight feeling his body had him wrapped up in now. That was why he'd saved her for last, she'd been so uninteresting and unattractive. But to a starving man, even the stale biscuit looked appetizing after awhile. He leaned forward, sharing a breath before she could speak. He waited till she opened her lips again to breathe, and he rushed her. His mouth stole hers in a violent, urgent kiss, his tongue invading her mouth like a serpent to the garden. She choked and tried to pull back but his hand grabbed hard at the back of her slender neck, pulling her back against him, her lips smashed against his face as he took what he wanted. Jason's other hand slid between her and the clipboard to grab at her moderate breast and give it a hard squeeze. Pamela reacted instantly, letting out a yelp of protest against him and slamming a weak fist against his chest. When he didn't react, she lifted her foot and stepped hard down on his toes through his brown loafers. Jason pulled back with a hiss and Pamela was around the corner and in her locked room in an instant. He'd been denied what he wanted, desperate for love and affection and she had turned him away. That pit of anger took root in his gut that day, and he knew, he would try again, and eventually, she would give herself to him. It wasn't even that he thought she was so appetizing, it was now a challenge. He'd made it through the best schools, the top of his class in college, had the highest expectations and reviews from his fellow professors and nothing had stopped him when he'd wanted to accomplish something. Her certainly wasn't going to be stopped but this meek little nerd.

Time went on and their studies became the talk of the papers, then soon, national news. They were uncovering information on plants no one had even found evidence of before. As their popularity and their findings grew, so did their awards. Jason and Pamela were awarded one after another from more grants, given interviews and specialty stories in the papers, magazines, even National Geographic did a spot on them for several weeks. But as the fame and results grew, Pamela started looking a lot more like the one in the spot light, and Jason the older researcher that had lost his color and interest. After every interview Jason read, he'd throw down the paper and glower until he could calm himself again. That little mouse botanist was almost two decades younger and so much less accomplished than he, yet she was the one being asked all the questions, the one taking the pictures with the new species of plant. Jason began to lose the ability to look at her as a partner, and more as a nuisance, a bug that needed to be squashed quickly.

It was the day that Pamela had won the award Jason had been hoping for for years that everything came crashing down.
"I did it! I did it!" Pamela's shrill voice carried down the hall just before the double doors to the lab burst open, her slender form bounding through like a child with an A+ to show her parents. Jason stood bent over a microscope, inspecting the finer details of a leaf they'd found a week ago on the forest's floor. The plant had found the ability to spread along the floor and unearth the roots of other plants around it, ensuring its survival and none others. When her exclamations distracted him enough, he pulled his gaze from the small world and out into the larger one that seemed to be turning on him lately. Pamela stood next to him at the lab table, her faded red hair, as usual, in a gnarled, messy bun, loose tendrils all around her small face. Her eyes were wide and she was holding a framed certificate between them, Jason's features reflecting off their perfect surface. It was from the Department of Earthly Studies, and it was awarded to Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley for her profitable findings in the South American region. An award that was handed out every five years and chosen very carefully to its recipient. To be awarded was a mark of high achievement and dedication in the field with rewarding results. It was one of the certificates and mark of notoriety that every Botanist dreamed of, and she'd finally received it. Getting the certificate in the mail was merely the invitation to the largest ball to be held for noticing the recipent where she would be the belle of the ball, given awards and funding she'd never dreamed of before. This year, the certificate was to be held in Gotham City in gracious thanks to the wealthy Bruce Wayne.

Pamela was beside herself, so filled with thrilled happiness and disbelief. Her face was lit up with flares of red blush as she beamed at him, her green eyes alight and sparkling proudly. She was practically bouncing in her flats on the pale blue tile of the lab. Jason, however, felt a pang of jealousy that sent his gut to wrench and his eyes to harden before he plastered a warm smile and looked down the bridge of his nose to inspect the award. It was the very award he had dreamed of since he had first gotten into college back in his twenties, what he'd chased after for twenty some years of study and research. The money and time and education put into himself and his career all aiming to be awarded and noticed for it, yet it landed to a young, 26 year-old woman with no better looks than any woman he'd ever dated. She, who had not spent nearly half as many years or time as he had doing the work or paying into research. This spit of a young woman who couldn't have imagined how hard he tried to impress the Scholars at his college or the other botanists in his field. He, who had struggled all his life into this place where he thought for sure he would have that award, and it had landed to her. This little mouse of a woman that couldn't even stop herself from apologizing if someone else bumped into her.

Pamela's bright face slowly faltered, waning into a frown of confusion as she watched the blue eyes of her colleague freeze over as his jaw trembled. His hands slid to her upper arms and held on, his fingers tightening harder and harder, biting into her skin painfully. Finally, she hissed and tried to pull away. "Dr. Woodrue?" When he didn't answer and only held on tighter, she panicked, pulling back with all her weight to get out of his grip. "Dr. Woodrue, please! You're hurting me!"

Jason's hands let go suddenly and let her tumbled back, falling to the floor hard and dropping her precious award. The frame cracked on the tile and when it fell forward, the glass shattered into a million transclucent shards. She gasped at the ruined reward and gaped up at him just in time to see him swipe an angry arm over the lab counter, tossing all the instruments to the floor with a loud crash. The beakers shattered, their contents spilling out all over the place, splashing up onto Pamela's skin. Some of the toxin's burned like acid, causing her to cry out in pain as it sizzled on her skin. As she cried out, he made his way around the lab, throwing beakers and thrashing microscopes to pieces. He tore down the posters and the bulletin board of their pictures together in the rainforest. He threw all the potted plants to the tile, spilling dirt and pottery. He tore open the refridgerator where some of the chemicals and toxins stored up from the rare spiders, plants, and all matters of life in the rainforest were kept. He took out the vials and containers, opening them up and throwing the contents all over her. Pamela lay on the floor in her lab coat, crying and begging for him to stop, the fear in her pale green eyes lighting in him a final furious stand as he grabbed the Bunsen Burner and dropped it on Isley, watching the chemicals react with one another and flare up in a hot lick of flames as she cried out. Pamela went up in flames, the chemicals eating away at her lab coat as she struggled to get it off, trying desperately to escape the heat. Her screams chased him as e turned and left out the back emergency door and waited against the brick wall. The emergency door shut on its own and the fire alarms sounded. The whole building began screaming in protest, the alarms gathering the attention of the rest of the researchers. But all Jason could hear was the blood-curdling screams of Pamela Isley inside. When they finally dulled off and he heard no more of it, he rested his head against the brick, breathing in deeply to catch himself. All their research was in that lab, everything they'd worked for. But it wasn't his anymore, not when everyone in the world had forgotten all about him and cared more for the little wretch. No, this wasn't for him anymore. The problem was solved, they would morn her and he could step out of the limelight into the award-winning spotlight where he belonged.

Making his decision, he ran around the building to join the staff in safety, claiming that he'd just barely escaped. The sound of sirens started closer in the distance and Jason watched the building go up in powerful, bright flames against the stark contrast to green tropical forest behind it.

He would never know that his single, irrational act of jealousy would create the villainess that is Poison Ivy.


The world would be plunged into darkness around her as everything went up into a blaze of fire, so bright that death was inevitable, Pamela Isley would feel the grip of vines rushing to grip her, to her mind it was perhaps hell reaching for her. Her mind would likely ponder ‘What did I do to deserve hell or this kind of death?’ Rapidly the vines bound themselves around her ankles, hips, breasts, and her head. Her clothing was burning and thus the vines razor sharp barbs shredded them and quickly discarded the hazard from her. The plants quickly rooted their sprouts into her mouth, thighs, ribcage, heart, and spine, burrowing deep until finally reaching her brain. Everything would be black, darkness filled her world now until she found herself standing in the light, and her bare feet could feel a tingling sensation of grass underneath them. <c>

She stood on what seemed like a platform hovering above an abyss. In the distance she would see a grove of trees with deformed and shaped faces built into the bark. Creatures of moss and fungal coated their bodies stood as deformed trees. @};~~{PAMELA ISLEY THE PARLIAMENT OF TREES IS SUMMONING YOU TO ITS CALL. YOU HAVE ANSWERED AND IT HAS BROUGHT YOU BEFORE US HERE IN THE HEART OF OUR PARLIAMENT. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN AS OUR PROTECTOR OF THE NORTH NEAREST TO THE SEA OF WATER. YOU WILL PROTECT OUR GROVE, NURTURE OUR SPROUTS, AND DEFEAT THOSE WHO WOULD DO HARM TO US. THE PARLIAMENT OF TREES COMMANDS THIS OF YOU. THE POWER GIVEN TO YOU BY NATURE IS YOURS TO COMMAND.}~~;{@ <c>

Pamela would hear the voices echoing as the sound of 50 voices speaking at the same time came to her mind. She would feel the conversation of the plants, their pain, so much pain. @};~~{I can’t breath!}~~;{@ @};~~{THEY’RE HURTING ME!}~~;{@ @};~~{I’m I’m hungry!}~~;{@ @};~~{I…need…food…}~~;{@ @};~~{Help me…please…}~~;{@

Poison Ivy aka Red: Pamela screamed, the sound expelling all breath in her lungs yet it was faint to her. She covered her ears as the sounds of so many plants of every kind screamed for help. They were in such agony, people neglecting them, stepping on them, cutting them down, burning them. It was like she'd been plugged into a network of every tree, flower, weed, bush, anything in connection with Mother Earth, she could actually feel them as if it were her own body. And they needed help so badly. No one was listening to them, no one care for their pain, they, the children of Mother Nature. She who provides everything for humans and yet they disregard her precious children like trash. Their pain was so great, their fear and loneliness, they needed a protector.
Poison Ivy aka Red: Pamela lifted her head, looking at each of the strange trees, their faces all different and yet wholly of the same bark. She could feel the power of this place, somehow knew it was much bigger than she'd every understand. But why was she here? Why had they summoned her here? There were so many people on this Earth, why was she the one to be pulled through a kind of hell, or at least a ring of it, and arrived here and given the connection to such pain and agony? This must have been a punishment of some kind, to feel the emotions of so many in turmoil. When she tried to think back only moments ago to how she arrived her, it felt like some kind of drugged trip. She recalled the lab, receiving her certificate to the grand ball and showing Jason, her partner. Jason's eyes had changed, he'd grabbed her and hurt her. Pamela gasped as she recalled seeing Jason ruin the lab, dumping the toxins on her, throwing everything they'd worked for away and lighting her aflame.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "Oh God...." she mumbled, clasping a shaking hand over her mouth. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten underground, but she remembered the branches and vines crawling over her, encasing her and shredding at her clothes. They had crawled down her throat and inside her body, taking hold of her completely. She looked up again at the ring of trees that spoke so strangely to her. "W-why me?" she asked shakily, trying to find her voice. "I didn't...I didn't answer a call, I just...why was I chosen for this?"

The Parliament would watch her, their voice of 50 different elder trees; the oldest on the entire planet spoke calmly but, their echoing gave them weight and thunderous and emphasized their power. @};~~{DO NOT MISTAKEN PAMELA ISLEY. YOU HAVE ANSWERED OUR CALL SINCE YOU WERE BUT A RED SPROUT. IN INFANT YEARS YOU PLANTED YOUR FIRST SPROUT, LATER THAT AGE YOU BEGAN LEARNING OF NURTURING OUR KIND. WE HAVE BEEN WITH YOU ALL OF YOUR MORTAL EXISTANCE YOUR CONNECTION IS STRONG AND DEATH WILL NOT SEVER OUR BOND, BUT YOU ARE NOT TO JOIN WITH US YET. YOU WILL EXIST AS A VESSEL OF THE RED SERVICING THE GREEN. THAT IS WHY YOU ARE HERE IN THIS FOREST DEEP WITHIN THE AMAZON. IT IS THE HEART OF OUR PARLIAMENT AND YOUR FUTURE HOME. WE NEED YOU PAMELA ISLEY AND YOU HAVE DEVOTED YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE TO HELPING US. PLEASE DO NOT FAIL US NOW…}~~;{@ <C>

The parliament would plea to her. @};~~{WE CAN NO LONGER WALK AMONGST THE RED AND REQUIRE CHOSEN LIKE YOU TO CARRY OUT OUR NEEDS FOR SURVIVAL OR ELSE OUR ENEMIES WILL CONQUER AND DESTROY OUR PARLIAMENT. FOR MILLIENIAS WE HAVE CALLED UPON THE SPECIES OF THE PLANET TO SERVE US AGAINST OUR ENEMIES IN ANY FORM AVAILABLE.}~~;{@ Pamela would watch as the Trees vanished and suddenly she was placed in an open desert where two Tyrannosaurus Rex battled one another, one Rex was covered in plants while the other had flesh and bone exposed and dripping from its body as each vigorously attacked each other. Her mind would suddenly whip back into the darkness with the Parliament of trees speaking to her. <c>
@};~~{PLEASE HELP US. YOUR KNOWLEDGE GAINED FROM BEING A RED THING HAS HELPED YOU UNDERSTAND US BETTER THAN YOUR FELLOW RED THINGS. USE YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND SAVE THIS MOTHER NATURE YOU HOLD SO SACRED. USE YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND SAVE THOSE WHO CANNOT PROTECT THEMSELVES. YOUR GOTHAM CITY IS A ROT INFESTED TERRITORY THAT NONE OF OUR PROTECTORS CAN TRAVEL. ONLY YOU ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO ENTER INTO THAT WHICH IS FORBIDDEN TO US, ONLY YOU ARE NOT HELD BACK BY YOUR CONNECTION WITH US. THIS IS WHY WE HAVE PRESERVED YOUR RED THING VESSEL.}~~;{@


Poison Ivy aka Red: The trees spoke to her and she understood like she was seeing it all over again from her childhood. She could see herself, the small red-headed girl with a halo of little flowers wreathing her head as she dug a hole in the backyard with Daddy's miniature shovel. When she'd placed that willow sprout in the earth and gave it water every day, it had been her best friend. It was amazing that the Earth knew, knew her and what she'd done and how much she'd cared for nature all through her life, more so than she ever understood people. The earth had always been good to her even when people teased her and made her an outcast. She could always go back to her dorm room and talk to her plants like they could understand every worry she had, they'd been her friends, and they had cared.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Pamela looked at the faces staring down at her, the ones who had brought her here in hopes of her help further, in ways she couldn't have ever helped before. They had even proposed to keep her safe until if one day, she was ready to help further. But how could she wait? How could Pamela ever put down herself when she'd felt the pain of those plants? Knew that somewhere, someone was hurting the Earth and no one was there to stand up for them like no one ever stood up for her all those years? No, she couldn't possibly leave those plants to fend for themselves, she couldn't let them suffer if she had the power to do something about it.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Steeling herself, she raised a defiant look to the trees and nodded. She opened her arms to her sides in surrender to the great powers before her. "I'm ready, I want to help in any way that I can."

The Parliament would smile upon her and then their faces would fade and she was surrounded by blackness again only for a moment. She would awaken somewhere in the thick forest, leaves and vines wrapped around her exposed body parts, but she would perhaps notice slight differences to her physique as she was enhanced or perhaps more confident in her bodily appearance, a new level of confidence and awareness of her sexuality. Her mind could feel the tenderness, the welcoming of every plant around her and each swearing loyalty to her. They spoke of her beauty, each leaf reaching out to touch her like a savior sent from heaven. The plants within the Amazon felt pleasure, joy, and happiness while their brethren and sisters felt the torment of suffocating, starvation, and butchery. Pamela was resting inside a large plant bud; its petals opened wide exposing that it could’ve easily held someone twice her size within its maw.

The flower had acted as her cocoon and bed while she was in some kind of sleep or trance, while she was communicating with Mother Nature. The plants would then begin to whisper and speak to her which way she needed to go in order to reach her destination with the local Red Thing civilization.


Poison Ivy aka Red: Isley gasped at the view from the floor of the forest, the canopy above her somehow more wonderous than ever before. It was like every color were more vibrant and radiant, having a life of its own. The leaves looked somehow greener, and she could see every pattern like a design in them. The flowers seemed to open for her, eager to show their appreciation and love, whereas before, when walking through the forest with her team, some flowers closed up in hiding. The air, smelling too thick with scents before to her senses, unable to get anything from the assault besides the smell of earth. But now, now she smell the soil below, the moisture left behind from the rain that trickled down through the canopy, the scent of every plant like it's own fingerprint. Everything had it's own way, its own life and each was different in every way.

And every single one of them loved her, really, truly, adored her. They crawled to her, spreading their leaves and vines so that she may walk on them, like they worshipped her every step. Oh, the feeling of such adoration and hope, it filled Pamela like a heady aroma and made her glow with delight. She reached out to gracefully touch the petals of a blooming flower and froze. Her arm was different, somehow more vibrant and full of life than it ever had been. It was like her skin almost glowed with life, like the sun had taken an effect on her it never would when she tanned before. The hue was pale, but healthy and lively somehow. As she marveled at it, she noted that her fingernails looked full and healthy, perfectly grown and even colored, not with paint, but by themselves carried pigment. They looked green and rich, yet, as she watched, they turned a ravishing red, like the blooming flower she'd just been about to touch. From her cuticles spread a bright gold with specks, matching the flower as well. As she gasped in delight, the whole forest seemed to beam happily with her. Pamela's emotions, her bright happiness, seemed to make them so proud, so happy that she was pleased. The vines slithered to wrap around her ankles and up her calves, drawing her attention to her feet. She was barefoot, yet the leaves, vines and floor felt so soft and right. The connection to the Earth made her feel at one, like there was nothing to stand between them. Her legs looked more shapely, not a single flaw that she could see. Pamela found herself naked, nude in the rain forest and yet, she didn't feel exposed or nervous, she felt comfortable. The plants loved her, they loved everything about her and they had shown themselves in her new physique. They had made her breasts more firm, filling out roundly and supply. They had changed every inch of her to be like the earth, beautiful in its raw form. Her curves were softer, more pronounced, the body Aphrodite would kill for.

Quickly, she found a small gathering of rain water and caught her reflection in it. In shock, Pamela stared at the woman before her. It was a Goddess, one with firey, vibrant hair that flowed in curls and gleaming waves all the way down her back, framing her face. There were the tiniest vines and leaves wound in and out of her hair, accenting their bright green. Her eyes looked like the color of the most fervent green she'd ever seen in her life and better. Her face was changed almost completely, softer, yet sharper. Her high cheekbones held confidence and power, her full lips, like her nails, changing as they willed, from gold to red and mixing someplace in between. Her lashes were long, feathery things that swooped down to her cheeks gracefully. She had thin, perfectly red eye brows and color accented around her eyes like a natural makeup. She was gorgeous, lustrous, sultry and irresistable.

Pamela let out a squeal and spun in place, playing at her hair delightedly. The creatures and plants around her seemed to giggle happily with her. She didn't look anything like the meek little botanist she once had been, no, she was a powerful, gorgeous Goddess of the Earth, chosen by the Parliament to protect and serve the earth as its righteous hand. No one could say no to her, no one could stop her, she was a force to be reckoned with. No more the human only capable of taking down notes, no, she was more, connected to so much more.

Pamela Isley was no more, in her ashes had grown with the earth's kind hand and nurture, a glorious Goddess, Poison Ivy.

Ivy took her palm out to face the ground, feeling every root, vine and leaf beneath her and at her command. With a will of her mind, the vines slid up to touch her, wrapping around her wrist and up her arm as she stared out at the rest of the forest. Mother Earth loved her, and it was at her command whenever she called. The Parliament had said she was needed out by the North Waters, and so she would go.

Gotham City was a stark contrast to the beautiful land of Guyana, South America. The streets were all paved, lit at night by street lamps, some knocked out or left unrepaired. It smelled of smog and chemicals, car exhaust and unclean air, but to the Gotham City civilians, it was an every day smell that no longer occured to them. To Ivy, it was disgusting and putrid, turning her stomach. Trees and plants had been cut away to provide this city a land it could build upon, leaving no room for anything new to grow where Earth intended it to. Barefoot and wrapped in a dark trench coat, Poison Ivy walked the streets, listening to the cries of the plants trampled upon, forgotten, ignored. The earth cried out for her to listen, the toxins from factories and businesses dumped aimlessly, soiling the rich earth and destroying the waters. It made the soil sick and the plants to suffer. There was a reason that the Parliament had sent her here, and she could see it, feel it as if it were torturing her personally.

She stopped, gasping and holding onto a light post, holding herself up as she wept for the earth. It hurt so terribly, the cries of so many ignored and forgotten. They needed help, they needed a savior. As she raised her head to see the landscape of streets and buildings, so vastly different from that of South America's warm embrace, a flyer posted on the lamp caught her eye. She grabbed it up, the tears still hot on her face and read. It was an advertisement that was taking place at Gotham's Convention Center. The event was a massive gathering of businesses and scholars to introduce their greatest show of Future Innovation and Technologies. It was an endorsement opportunity, the kind to offer their greatest toys on display hoping that someone would fund their ideas and further their career. But to Ivy, it was a gathering of men and woman that were focused on their products and less what it took to get them there. The plants and trees, the earth that suffered for their products to be placed under a tent and on a table to show off. These people might see, if she gave them the chance, that they could work together, finding new ways to provide for themselves and healing the earth rather than using its resources like a grown adult still living at home suckling off their parents without care of love for what is given to them.

Ivy's sultry lips twisted up in a smile as an idea grew in her mind, taking root deep. She would appeal to the masterminds of Gotham and receive help to make the change the Earth needed.

Batman: Gotham City……Dick Grayson waved his hand dismissively. “I can’t believe Ventriloquist was behind it along!” Bruce nodded with both of his hands holding onto the steering wheel of the Lamborghini. “Well, it definitely came as a surprise to me…Arnold Wesker…Man I’m never going to forget this.” -The vehicle was brought into park and immediately Bruce and Dick left the car to enter the convention center both men dressed in business suits. Dick would stand next to Bruce and comment. “Hard to believe there are this many people still in this city. High society puppets still hanging around after number Joker bombs, Gang violence, and corporate espionage…Get locked up on Friday only to be at it again on Monday.” Bruce kept his expression emotionless, his blue eyes
swept the room of immediate people and then turned towards Dick.-

Batman: “Some people turn over a new leaf, Dick.” Dick paused almost disbelieving in Bruce’s optimistic words and then it hit him forcing his lips into a smirked as he watched Bruce walk deeper into the crowd of people shuffling about. Dick patted Bruce on the back and said.- “This is about our feline friend, isn’t it? You know she’s not on our side. How can you think about her when you’re dating Ms. Madison?” Bruce shifted his gaze to Dick and spoke with a deep
tone.- “I don’t trust her, Dick. But there is opportunity for her to be…” Bruce’s attention shifted towards the floor as he went into a deep thought that mixed with his emotions.- “…A valuable ally to us. She’s not in this because of evil, she’s in this because she’s trapped and needs help. I can’t give up on trying to help her.” Dick would sigh and then comment. “Everyone turns over a new leaf? Hopefully this leaf is for the better.”

Poison Ivy aka Red: The greeters at the doors handed her a pamphlet of the displays and businesses set up inside as well as a warm smile. It seemed that every man, even some women, were watching. She could feel their eyes on her as she walked past, even from across the room she felt their attentions distracted in mid-sentence. Their eyes would widen and their mouths would gape unknowingly. She knew, it wasn't just her looks that had them interested, though that was certainly the initial reason most were staring, it was that when she had been transformed in the earth, the plants had filled her with their heady aromas, the ability to carry a pheromone that captured the senses of those around her. But if she wanted to give them a heavier dosage of it, she knew all she had to do was will it and her body would expel the smell. But she needed ears right now, not just eyes, so she left the extras tucked away for later to play with.

Ivy walked the isles of the tables set up, their displays all slightly different from idea to another. Every man tried to get her attention to their table, trying to bid her closer. She laughed, the sound like silver bells that only drew more attention. She was indeed a Goddess to these poor souls around her, and the power of that idea alone had her high and delighted. It was hard to remember she was on a mission and it wasn't to play with the senses of all the men around her.

Dressed in a green business top that had loose ripples from her shoulders over her chest and a low cut down her back, her legs sheathed in a dark green skirt that clung to her curvacious hips. She walked the isles slowly, watching the displays being shown and trying to understand why this seemed so much more important than finding a new way to sustain the lives on this planet.

At each table, she allowed them to display their ideas, share their genius thoughts on how to provide a better technology of the future. When they'd finished their spiel, that was when she stepped even closer, capturing their eyes and smiling gently. Her red hair was pulled into a long braid that traveled down her back and it swung to the side when she bent over the table.

"And what about the resources it takes to provide this product?" she asked, keeping the sultry tone away as best she could. Men already didn't listen to women, but they really couldn't focus if she was charming them left and right. "How much land would it take to cut down and provide these structures? Where will you dispose of the extra waste this would create?" She started hitting them with question after question, hearing their answers and feeling more and more frustrated when they hadn't seemed to understand how dire it was to have these things planned out before hand.


-Dick would place eyes on Pamela and immediately become infatuated with her.- “Wow…I never thought someone so beautiful would be here…” -Bruce was currently reading a promotional piece when he responded to Dick.- “Trust me, Dick…The kind of women who show up at these sort of events aren’t looking for a young student boyfriend and if they are there’s a whole other ball of yarn they’re getting into.” -Bruce turned his attention towards the woman in question and immediately found himself attracted to her.- “She’s…absolutely beautiful.” -Bruce felt something twist inside him, the sensation he had felt before overwhelmed him, a mysterious woman’s lush lips sealed against his, his hand brushing against the shoulder and bare skin of another. He snapped back to reality glanced to look at Dick still entranced by the woman interrogating a man seductively. <C>

Bruce would furrow his eyebrows and glance around the room.- “Dick…something off to you?” Dick shook his head. “Not off, but definitely on, Bruce.” Bruce gripped Dick’s shoulder and spoke.- “I meant with the guests and convention attendees.” -Dick glanced around and then nodded.- “They’re all enthralled by that mysterious woman.” -Bruce nodded.- “We should be careful. Something is not right here.” -Dick nodded and then went back to staring at Pamela with a smile on his lips watching her. Bruce continued to observe and study the on lookers of her, when one man approached her.- “Excuse me, Ms. Who are you?”

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy was in mid-sentence explaining the finer details of how changing the soil's molechular structure by way of dumping toxins onto it would forever change the fate of growing anything in the land near it when she was interrupted. He had been polite, but when she was deep in explanation of Mother Earth, she didn't like to be stopped.
Poison Ivy aka Red: She stood from her bent position at the table and turned to face the gentleman. He was a moderately short man, his suit spoke of someone most likely behind a desk rather than a lab table. She offered her hand in between them to which he took and she smiled, watching his pupils dilate the moment their skin touched. "Dr. Pamela Isley," she introduced, nothing that the man and any within ten feet were hanging on her every word. "I just arrived back from my work in Guyana on the tropical rainforests." She tilted her head to the side, a thicket of red bangs swaying across her temple in the motion. "And you are?"

-Bruce listened to the discussion back and forth when the man explained. “Elmer Barr, I’m a marketing expert for Wayne Enterprises..Well, more of a consultant…but I do work for Wayne Enterprises.” -The man tried to make himself seem more important than what his role was. Bruce placed a hand on Dick’s shoulder and whispered.- “She’s familiar with chemistry and environmental ecology. I wonder what kind of work she was doing in South America…”-Bruce took a few steps forward, pushing is way through the crowd to speak confidently and clearly resisting of her charming allure.- “Tell us, Doctor, what were you working on while you were out of the country? I can’t imagine there is much use for anything here for South America’s rain forests…Guyana is pretty far out in the sticks, no working electricity, hell the nearest town isn’t around within 20 or 30 miles, if that.”


Poison Ivy aka Red: Isley watched the man, Elmer Barr, speak a little higher of himself than she really thought he was. Apparently it was quite a great deal to be part of Wayne anything in Gotham, for which she could understand. It was one of the wealthiest businesses in several states and provided most everything in one form or another in Gotham. Just when she was growing bored of the conversation with Elmer, a voice spoke up from behind him as two men drew closer to her.

Poison Ivy aka Red: The first, the one speaking, seemed to have a different demeanor altogether than Elmer before her. This man was confident, proud, and arrogant in his stride. The way he carried himself was completely held together with wealth and a kind of confidence in oneself that can't be bought. His voice was deeper, yet he was keeping it light, making it easy for conversation, something she was sure he did when speaking to those he actually wanted a response from.

Poison Ivy aka Red: The man at his side kept quiet, but she was sure he was more of a talker with the way he stood. His eyes were completely fixated on her, differently than the confident man at his side. This one was younger and easier to get to rather than the sturdy walls around the wealthy one. She offered a warm smile, listening to his words carefully, noting that he'd done his homework and knew Guyana when most did not.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "What you say is true," she agreed, standing a bit taller rather than her slight slouch she'd carried with the shorter man. "Guyana is one of the more desperate civilizations when it comes to urban changes, but because they are so different than the rest of the world, they have not been changed in that way. The earth there is untouched as best they can manage, they do not waste their efforts in needs that only change the world around them more but rather find ways to survive with what the soil gives them.

Poison Ivy aka Red: The forest runs a great part of Guyana and it is well protected, that's why my team and I set up there with great funding for our research. We found many new things about the rainforest that others have not yet stumbled upon, we were very proud to have called it our base." The tone to her voice changed slightly, lowering in a past tense that made her remember flashes of what had taken place.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Quickly, Ivy shoved it from her mind and fixed her eyes on the confident man before her. He knew much more than the commoners around them, and he seemed to be most likely the owner of one of the corporations offering possible funding for the right idea at the event. This man could be her ticket to getting the movement she needed, if only he listened.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "South America will always feel like my new home," she admitted. "But Gotham, being as wealthy as it is and the home to so many citizens, could be the birthing place for the new regime to take hold." she swept her hands outward gently. "Look around you, you have formed functional structures and roads, supplied them with cars that emit noxious gasses, filled those structures with people that pollute and dump their wastes into what was once a clean water supply. You have great power holders and companies trashing the land and water with excess chemicals and toxins that forever change the soil, keeping you from having that renewable resource just below your cracked sidewalks. We live on this planet and call it our home, we cannot survive on any other, this is what is given to us.

Poison Ivy aka Red: . And she has provided very generously for us, but she cannot continue to do so when we trash her and clog her ability to recycle through what we create. She has given us life...and we have thrown it in her face." Ivy noted that many around them were gathering in a small circle to hear her speak, knowing the tone of her sultry voice was only helping in gathering their attention. "These new toys," she tapped the table next to her where a new kind of technology was available to alter the high definition of a device to appear three-dimensional.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "They are cute, and we want them because they make our lives more interesting, but they aren't going to do a damn thing to start helping out with that which is given to us. It's just another ploy to dump more resources and destroy more of what is around our feet."

A man would growl with a snicker from within the gathering audience.- “Welcome to America sweetheart, demand draws supply.” -Bruce would ignore said statement and explain.- “I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place if expect technology to suddenly stop development and focus on cleaning the environment.” -Bruce’s voice was gentle and deep, his chin and jaw were stiff and pronounced as his bold intimidating eyes watched Pamela, looking down on her from an angle. His dark hair was conservatively groomed to his right and matched his black business suit with a red power tie hanging from around his neck with a white business shirt underneath his jacket. His shoulders were broad and held level while his hands hung down to his sides with his right hand held in front of him to explain and articulate some of his thoughts. <C>

“Gotham city has a recycling plant and despite what people report and say…That Dagget incident in 2008 and the Ace Chemical incidents have been cleaned up, the damage to the city from Mr. Freeze has been dealt with thanks to Gotham City’s corporations coming together to help take care of our city…I know we may *seem* like a bunch of 1%’ers out to line our pockets with money, but we have a heart and we live within the city too. Mistakes happen but, with newer technology we’ll be able to advance ourselves to an age where we won’t need Earth and can look out to the stars for new colonization.” -Bruce smiled at Pamela, though he had a feeling his words wouldn’t convince her.-


Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy's green eyes darted to the man in the crowd when his rude comment darted out. She shoved her anger down and watched the man before her reply in kind to her every worry. He was precise with answering each of her points, and that she appreciated. However, his answers weren't good enough. It was nice that Gotham had taken some notice in what it had done to the earth, but that was only some. Some notice was not taking care of the problem.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "It sounds much more that you only take care of the problem that slips into your path," she noted. "You carry on your merry way doing whatever you please until suddenly something keeps you from moving as fast as you'd like. Then you take care of the little spill and ignore the rest." her tone grew darker and darker, her sultry tone slipping into more like that of a desperate sound with an edge of warning. "You've destroyed so much of that around you and chalked it up to necessary loss for what you wish to gain. Now you're hoping to look to the stars," she recalled his words and painted a different picture. "Which would sound like a hopeful little advertisement that instills the idea that you're moving forward and on, but what you're ignoring is that you have accepted damage to the planet you're already given. We are natural here, we are not natural to live out on Mars or anywhere else. Earth is our womb and we are destroying her."

-Bruce would let out an awkward smile.- “Miss Isley, surely you can see and understand the reasoning of helping those who need it. Natural disasters happen, crisis occur and we do our best to respond. Life moves on and I’m sure after we’re gone, the planet survives with or without us. She is very strong and this particular crowd of people aren’t into the global warming belief. And personally I don’t believe in it because the scientific data is full of assumptions on ecology that we don’t understand as a species or society. Let me ask you this…what is your plan for saving the planet and helping the people that we aren’t doing already? We have recycling plants all over the city.” <c>
The crowd of people still hung on to the discussion, most eyes were on the woman infatuated with her, even young Dick Grayson was still enchanted by her presence. The young adult was roughly 16 years old and held himself as a dignified young man who was known as a ward or adopted child of Bruce Wayne. Whether Pamela knew this fact was questionable, but those who had spent much time prying into the life of Bruce Wayne would have collected this bit of information along with the list of female companions he has dated over the past two years of knowing Dick Grayson and the loss of his childhood friend, Rachel Dawn.-

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy knew little to nothing of the man before her, only assuming what she could pull together from details she viewed. But as the man questioned her further into her plans and his reactions to her hopes, she was beginning to feel more and more like the outsider again. None of these people were listening, they were laughing inwardly. She scanned their eyes, the little smirk to their mouths or whispers between attendees. They didn't care for anything she had to say, they weren't going to change. There was a reason the Parliament chose her and sent her here, and it wasn't to talk sweet with the people of Gotham.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "My plan," her voice edged, green eyes fixed on the man in front of her. She didn't know who he was or who the man was to his side, nor did she care. But she was beginning to lose her patience and with it, her delicate reasoning. "Is to get it through the thick minds of Gotham that every action has a seperate but equal reaction, and destroying Mother Earth so you can make a new version of Ipod every couple of weeks isn't going to make her want to take care of you. She *will* lash out, and when she does, you will understand the meaning of asking for mercy."

-People around them began to laugh, but Bruce didn’t as he studied Pamela’s eyes filled with an underlying purpose of mystery. The eyes of vengeance that he has seen in Dick Grayson’s eyes at one point in time, the same eyes he has seen in his own eyes within the mirror.- ‘Being a detective, you must give her the benefit of the doubt.’ A dark voice spoke to Bruce from the back of his mind, cautioning him from assuming anything of her. Bruce parted his lips and spoke calmly.- “Lets both hope you are wrong, Doctor Isley. I wouldn’t want to see anyone hurt, would you?” -Bruce’s last point was made to pin her down, to insure she wouldn’t do anything*preemptive* on behalf of the plant life. Bruce knew plants were biologically alive, but they weren’t sentient like humans were. <c>

Bruce knew that plants ate and grow, but hardly something with conscience or moral compass and therefore, nothing that could physically take action against mankind or even Gotham city’s most giant corporations of pollution and toxic waste. Dagget Industries and Shreck Corp were the most notorious for toxic waste and pollution and Bruce knew they were in bed with corrupt politicians but, one thing at a time on Batman’s agenda and as of lately, Bruce’s eyes were wondering elsewhere, particularly to the North where a mysterious blue blur was creating defying miracles. It definitely caught the attention of the Dark Knight.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy's eyes snapped from set to set of disbelieving looks and refound the man she spoke with. He was watching her, very, very closely. Something about how deep his eyes pried, like he was taking down notes internally, waiting for some kind of result to trigger something. But what? She couldn't pull the pieces together to understand his fascination, his fixation on her. It upset her, but she was distracted more with the feel of the crowd, with his question waiting for an answer.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Did she want to see someone hurt? Yes. She wanted to see the fear in their eyes, the pleas from their lips as Mother Nature showed them the pain they'd been forcing upon her. She wanted the business suits of Gotham to fall to their broken knees and their bodies crumble and become one witht he earth again so that they could grow anew. They would be turned into the mulch the earth needed for their foolish ways to replenish and heal.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "An eye for an eye." she said softly, so low only he would hear because his ears were the closest. She stepped around him and his cohert, pushing her way through the small crowd and ignoring the eyes on her back side as she did so. With the pamphlet clutched in her hand tightly, containing the information of every business at the convention, she paused next to the door man. He was younger and distracted, but when she'd stepped close enough, he could smell the intoxicating scent of her and he turned to face her.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy smiled up at him and bit her lip slowly, "That man," she gestured to the middle of the room where she'd been. "I was talking to him and I just...I must have forgotten his name. Do you know him?" The man blinked rapidly, his eyes dilating wildly as he took in another gulp of her sweet scent. He glanced at the man she pointed to, dragging his gaze eagerly back to her. "Y-yes Miss, everyone knows him, that's Mr. Bruce Wayne." She smiled to the side and ran a gentle hand up the side of his neck. "Thanks big boy." she cast a last glance at the convention and turned, stepping through the double doors and reaching back to unleash her braided hair.

-Dick was prepared to follow Pamela as she walked away but met resistance with Bruce’s arm.- “I think Professor Isley could use some time alone… When we get back home, perhaps we could do some homework, particularly about ecology of South America.” -Dick looked at Bruce and nodded though his head seemed elsewhere and no longer focused on the convention they were attending. It would be minutes later that Bruce and Dick were sitting in the living room of Wayne Manor researching on their computers, Dick would glance at Bruce and say.- “You know, looking at her, being so close I felt like I knew her. Like she was someone I loved. It’s a good thing you’re the brooding type or maybe the fact you bring a new girl home every week that protected you from her…” <c>

-Bruce stared at the website in front of him, though he registered Dick’s words and forced that flash back again to a dark cave with a warm fire in the mountains. A mysterious woman’s lips against his bare chest she whispered with a sultry voice. “…Bruce…Let go of everything tonight…” His eyes met hers for a brief moment to take her hazel eyes and soft skin smoothed across her sharp features. A pain in his chest began to form as the moment was fragmented and not clear to his mind, damaged from Clayface, Killer Croc, the Joker, it was very unsettling that he forgotten someone so…important for some reason he couldn’t remember her name, but Pamela Isley had brought her memory back.-

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy stormed out the front and down the sidewalk, pushing Gotham's uncaring citizens out of her way. She had tried, she was kind and sweet and had been so very gentle with them, and like they had done to Mother Earth, they had laughed at her and ignored her pleas. Their laughter echoed in her ears and it made her feel so foolish, so stupid for even trying to be nice.

Poison Ivy aka Red: She ran into Gotham City park, where the only nature she could hear the most was. It called to her like home and she answered. Ivy collapsed against the bushes, allowing their branches to wrap around her in an embrace as she curled in against it and wept. Just like when she'd been tortured in school and college, she told the plants her woes. She cried and sobbed, telling the whole story to the life around her as it curled close to soothe her.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Her green eyes narrowed and she pulled the pamphlet from her coat pocket. The list of suppliers filled the last two pages and that was where she saw the two names that stuck out the most to her. Degget and Shreck, they were the ones she would show first. She sniffed and the vines pushed from her back, helping her to her feet. She stared down at her dirty attire, covered in dirt and caked in mud, twigs and leaves littering the material. She was not meant to wear these things any longer, she felt wrong covered in the cloth. Ivy called her vines to her bidding, they tore with their barbs at her clothes, freeing her of their confines until she was once again bare to Mother Nature.

Poison Ivy aka Red: It was late in the park, the stars above seeming far away with the light of the dim lamp posts lining the brick and paved paths. Ivy brought her namesake, poison ivy to cover her body like a second skin. They rounded at her breasts and rode high on her shapely hips, opening up over her sternum to just below her navel. The leaves left her back free to allow her heavy fall of vibrant hair to cover her skin there. The vines in her body were along her shoulders, crawling out from around her neck and down the base of her spine, alike vines up her ankles and calves. She let the cries of the plants and earth in Gotham cry out to her. Degget and Shreck were the worst of the culprits and so she would hit them first.

“So what’s her next move?” -Robin holding an earpiece against his head while looking across the vehicle’s front seat to see Batman’s stoned expression and of course Batman didn’t speak, he was in a deep thought.- “You know, I think I understand why you like hanging out where the Gargoyles are in this city…” -Batman would respond.- “It’s likely she will retaliate against Gotham’s biggest corporations…She won’t go after Wayne Enterprises.” -Robin would nod listening to Batman, though he was curious why Batman came to that conclusion.- “Why not? You’re just an Evil 1%’er fighting for the 99%...” -Batman’s gaze scanned the city streets sweeping through the grim and dark angles and narrowed corners of each street. The Bat Mobile’s movement was quiet as the bulk of armor plating and large bullet proof tires tumbled forward.- <c>

“Wayne Enterprises would recover very quickly from a direct attack, they’re too global of a company, if Wayne Enterprises in Gotham fails, Tokyo and Beijing will increase in sales. They are also the leaders of the “Green” movement in Gotham, she wouldn’t sabotage the only company that could actually clean up the city.” -Robin rubbed his chin after listening to Batman’s explanation and responded with uncertainty.- “You’re assuming she’s done her research.” -Batman’s finger tapped a button on the computer between their seats.- “Doctor Pamela Lillian Isley…Ph D material, she’s not going to do something without research into it. She knows what she’s doing and makes her just as *lethal* as Victor Fries or The Joker.” -Robin’s eyes widened at how big this was getting.- “Geez, I hope she doesn’t have any more surprises.”

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy's vines crawled up the sign posts holding up the introduction for Degget, one of Gotham's greatest waste development sites. The worse of the two darkest stains on Gotham's tainted soul. The vines crunched the metal sign, bending it out of shape and swallowing it whole so that the name of this wretched place disappeared. Ivy stepped across the green lawn, so well kept and trimmed regularly, the only beautiful thing about this place. Yet still, she heard the cries of the plants they used as decoration, the bushes next to the great fence and the trees perfectly placed, they were in pain. The land here was disturbed, disrupted, ruined. The soil was tainted like the waters they dropped their wastes into. On the outside, it seemed Degget made a facade of taking care of its waste healthily, advertising that it was one of the best, and yet, behind the curtain the man plotted and skirted money to throw away the extras easily.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Isley had been a researcher and a botanist, an award-winning one. When she had checked up on Bruce Wayne, she'd found him to be the head of a global company, one that actually did have Going Green movements already in place. They were already making their moves to aid how they could, and while she wished they tried harder, it was more than what everyone else was doing. Degget and Shreck had made the headlines often for their questionable ways of waste and proclamations that they were one of the best names in clean waste, but she knew better. The earth knew better, and it spoke to her.
Poison Ivy aka Red: While earlier today, she'd had no idea she'd been arguing with a billionaire in the Gotham Convention Center, she knew well and full that the building before her was a liar and a bastard, ruining Mother Earth secretly as it wore a green mask.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy reached her arms forward, the branches of the nearby trees grabbing at the metal and twisting, pulling the doors off their hinges and tossing them aside like toys. The alarm system set off a few rounds of shrieks before her vines made it to the cables on the roof and pulled them loose, destroying their connection and silencing the outgoing alarm. Security guards ran at her with pistols drawn, shouting warnings at her. But they weren't the men she wanted, she swiped an arm in the air and her vines slithered in with her, growing up the walls and through the concrete floors. Her vines, void of barbs to ensure the men were as safe as possible, swiped them men off their feet and away from their guns. Her roots broke through the concrete and wrapped around the weapons, dragging them deep into the soil and out of reach.

Poison Ivy aka Red: She climbed the steps and scaled the facility, finding the cries of the soil under the building the loudest. The massive room had a large drain that was led to by mechanical dollies that would carry the waste to be dispensed into the drain and out into Gotham. They could wipe their hands of the troubles and keep making their work as cheap as they could.
Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy's green eyes narrowed and she raised her arms to the air, her roots breaking up the concrete floor all through the room, they broke up the drainage pipe and closed it off with rubble. The earth wrapped around her legs and carried her high over the wreckage as nature destroyed what had been hurting it so badly.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Men's hollers came down the hallway just before they appeared in her view. They wore Degget uniforms, the third shifters for a company that never seemed to sleep. "You pitiful fools." she growled in her sultry tone. She cast a hand at them from high in the air and the floor burst up with earthly plants. "You've trapped her, wasted her, made disgusting graves of her beautiful plants, and now she will be the coffin of which you die." Branches grew from the earth, thickening as they grew longer and longer, their roots deep and wrapping around the men's feet as the branches wrapped and spun around their bodies forming trees. The trees limbs grew up and out, forming leaves and sprouts, men's screaming echoes behind the wood.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "Don't worry...death is only the beginning, life will always sprout anew." she smirked and listened as their shouts slowly silenced as air no longer existed inside the trees for the men, the branches squeezing their bodies like a boa constrictor.

“The question is, who will she hit first? Dagget Industry or Shreck Corp…” -Batman spoke out loud questioning himself as his mind began to consider which, it was then Robin would chime in.- “Well, she is a woman, maybe she would go after Dagget because of their make-up products…Look at what it did to Clayface.” -Batman nodded agreeing with Robin.- “We’ll swing by there on our way…” -Robin would raise his hand towards Batman.- “Wait…we got something, police scanner; a break in at Dagget Industries factory.” -Batman squeezed the jet trigger and the thruster would roar to life sending the Bat Mobile into overdrive towards the speeds of 120 miles per hour. Robin gripped onto the hand bars within his seat and continued to explain.- “Police say the report has plants being broken and property damage.” Robin adjusted his utility belt and then focused on the fast maneuvering of the Bat Mobile, weaving through the city streets. <c>

“Would it hurt to slow down?” -A deep growl and raspy voice of Batman explained.- “Pamela has attractive features, but also a brilliant mind. What we’re dealing with is *most likely* a biological or biochemical explosive. We have to get there before she is able to play something and destroy the entire factory.” -Robin cleared his throat and nodded while letting Batman’s words sink into him he could feel his stomach churning in knots.- “Great…I’m starting to hate this all this scientific stuff…Biochemical explosives, you’re right this *is* as big as the Joker or Freeze.” -The Bat Mobile stopped just shy of a block from the factory when the cockpit opened and allowed Batman and Robin to leap out and run towards the factory. They arrived at the facility and immediately noticed the growth of plants. <C>

“Nothing spells out vandalism like trashing the place with your own flavor of justice.” -Robin commented as he stepped on the plants and their wild growth. “Geez, you’d think Dagget would have a grounds keeper cut the grass around here.” -Robin growled maneuvering through the plants while Batman calmly studied the terrain, his mind raced through the factors of the situation.- “Perhaps Doctor Isley has gotten a hold of an early version of Dr. Holland’s formula. I thought it was still being developed, perhaps it is an early form.” -Batman stated as he tapped the side of his helmet to activate his detective vision. White lens dropped over his blue eyes and suddenly he was visualizing the entire building. He saw through the rafters, the steel framework and locked onto the location of Ivy and a few security guards. <c>

“This way.” -Batman spoke allowing his white lens to remain over his eyes, Robin would follow Batman’s lead and do the same tapping his mask to drop down its white lens. Batman came to find Ivy coiling up security as he approached.- “It’s over, Doctor. Let these men go.” -Robin stood next to Batman with his fists clutched and his gaze hardened onto Poison Ivy, their white lens narrowed towards her indicating their disapproval and anger towards her actions.-

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy heard a deep, gruttal voice and she lifted a thin, red brow, the vines turning her in the air to look. Two dark men in capes stood looking up at her with disapproving looks. "Over?" she asked in response, her voice much different than that of when she'd been at the convention center, though she had no idea these men were one in the same. Her tone was languid like her body language, a rhthym to her ever sentence, even her pronunciation was somehow more interesting than they'd probably ever heard in their lives.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Whomever they were, he'd called her Doctor, insinuating that he'd done his research as she had on what mattered to her. "It will be over when the structures of Gotham have crumbled, brought to their knees and beg for mercy from that which they have trashed all these years!" Her vines lowered her close to the men, yet out of reach. She let her scent bloom and spread toward them, thick with heady pheromones, a sweet aroma that clouded the senses and worked on the mind. She was a drug, potent and able to change so much with her influence.

Poison Ivy aka Red: She locked eyes with the two men, smiling softly, her red lips tilting up, making her features light up with a lethal warmth. "Don't worry, boys. From death comes new life, and they'll be used to create a new Earth to live with, one free of human trash and these dreadful structures." she turned toward the younger of the two and allowed herself to become more potent than moments before, her scent between them, teasing at his senses and fighting for control of him completely. She reached a long arm out, gentle fingertips grazing under his chin as she brought his face closer to hers. Ivy's voice lowered like a sultry murmur as she spoke to him as lover. "You can help me, won't you come with me to my vines? I have a lovely place to call bed and I only wish to share it with you."


Dick’s mouth practically hung open, lured and drawn to the woman as instinctive hormones of a teenager began to overwhelm him. “Oh…Batman…can’t we help her? She…needs our help.” Dick’s hands would attempt to wrap around Ivy’s body to hold her in his arms. Batman held his temple and the side of his face as the images of the mysterious woman danced through his head until the sight of Robin coming within arm’s length of Ivy. Batman knelt to the ground and slipped his hands onto that gold Kevlar utility belt and slipped out a capsule from a smaller compartment in order to swallow it immediately.- “Pamela…this…is not the way…What are you doing to us? I can’t stop thinking about you.” -Batman looked up at her, narrowing his eyes while his left hand reached to his belt for another gadget that would likely defuse the situation, whether or not it would save everyone was disputable, but the police were already on their way if not already here.-

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy just barely saw the caped crusader's dark form kneel and pull something from his belt as her focus stayed on the young man before her. This man was enthralled so easily, it bloomed a warm place inside her for him, one that made her feel giddy to have such power over a man. No one ever looked at her before, but oh, how they looked at her now. She could practically taste their want in the air between them, it tasted like sweet honey mixed with a spicey bite. She loved how he adored her already, so easily, how he watched her with those blue eyes intensely.Poison Ivy aka Red: The green woman picked up on the fact that he called the other, older man "Batman" and held onto that thought for later. But as the Batman rose to his feet and still felt her effects, she saw him reach for his belt again. Whatever he'd done only moments ago when kneeling had felt like her effect was altered slightly. It was almost as if her pheromones wanted to roll off him, like he'd done something to keep their effects at bay, though it wasn't entirely working.

Poison Ivy aka Red: The younger man's hands on her sides felt possessive and warm, his palms almost too hot beneath the dark gloves he wore. Ivy smiled, feeling his need to have her closer but also needing to keep the situation under her green thumb. The vines lowered her to step onto the cold tile of the floor, the sensation strange against the warmth and aliveness of her plants to her bare feet. She leaned into the younger man's embrace as Batman spoke, her lips, painted with a rosey gold, dragged along the man's jaw temptingly. And when she turned with a smile at the Batman, the hands at her sides tightened possessively. She slide her own against them to slide away and saunter toward the tall shadow.

Poison Ivy aka Red: "Batman..." she said his name, the sound rolling off her tongue like a quiet whisper from pillow to pillow on a cool night. Ivy's smaller frame pressed up against that hard suit, the disconnection from her soft skin feeling slightly uncomfortable but she raised her hands in the slowest way so as not to scare away the man. "You seem like a smart man...can't you see how we're right for one another?" she slide a splayed palm down his chest plate. "The light to your darkness...and you do have such a darkness, don't you? But you want to be so good...I can be good for you...unless you want naughty." a smile pulled up her vibrant lips and she laughed in a low, sultry chuckle as she rolled her back forward to press her chest against his. "And a man like you always secretly wants naughty." Her long, delicate fingertips danced along the wide shoulder on one side, then up the neck to trail her index digit along his jaw. Ivy's feet pushed her up onto the balls, arches stretched and she drew herPoison Ivy aka Red: lips just a breath away from his. "Don't you?"

Batman’s hands instinctively tried to wrap around the woman, embracing her like a lost lover, it was always a fruit within sight and barely within reach. His hands reaching to grope the fruit but, something always stopped him, forbidden to have it. Taste of its delicious flavor dripping from his mouth and running down his tongue. His arms would try to wrap around her, wanting to hold her, in fact take her away as she seemed desperate and needing of a man with his abilities. He was the only man who could help her, successfully accomplish her mission and spend the rest of his life with her in his arms. Her body pressed against his and the sliding of her hands over him, it would be impossible to lie about the affects she was having on him, the consideration of giving up everything to join this woman’s crusade. She was a Queen and a without a knight to serve her charge. But those arms just wouldn’t wrap around her, until his hand clad in black and plated with metal along the exterior side <c>

Came to hold her neck and cheek, preparing to profess his love for her, sealing his allegiance with a kiss vowing loyalty until a helicopter flew over head and his attention was pried away, Commissioner Gordon’s voice came over a loud speaker.- “Attention vandalists, this is the GCPD. You are surrounded, come out with your hands up and we will not use deadly force.” Robin would glare at the windows where large white spotlights beamed into the building. “The cops! We have to get her out of here!” -Batman lingered on the edge of an abyss, temptation ever so present. The imagines of a dark haired woman with brown eyes softly speaking to him at a fireplace. ‘Bruce…’ Batman’s eyes softened and his frowned in shame, his body stepped away from Poison Ivy.- “…I…Can’t…We have to get you away from the police…” -Batman spoke softly to Pamela, his hand coming to take hers, their arms locked preventing her from getting her face any closer; a method of stopping any temptation of allowing her to kiss him. He knew, somehow he knew, that a kiss with this woman would seal his fate. That he would forever be a changed man. Did he know the consequences? No, but he knew he couldn’t be blinded by love and couldn’t surrender what he was fighting for to be with her. If he couldn’t be with her, the very least he could do was help her escape, right? Batman looked around and then spotted a sewer drain pipe.- “You can escape through there.” -Dick smiled and leapt ahead of them to immediately pull it open and held the grate as if it were a door for her. His smile remained on her, behind his Green mask, his white lens encased eyes seemed content and filled with joy, a contrast to his previous state of narrowed and harsh gaze upon her.-

Poison Ivy aka Red: Batman's body felt good against hers, a hard, plated surface against her soft form. Who would have thought kevlar felt so good to rub against? She could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips, felt the cliff he was on, the pheromones swallowing him up with the tide and ready to bring him under. Her lips, clad in their vibrant red and gold, parted slightly for the sealing kiss to come.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Then the moment, somehow seeming frozen in time between the two of them, was shattered abruptly. The harsh chops of a helicopter splintered their momnt and sent the search lights to cast an awakening light on them. Ivy squinted, raising a hand to shield her vision to just barely see the silhouette of the contraption as the sound of several footsteps of the GCPD gaining ground on them through the corridors of the building. Their boots echoed on the tile as the grate was raised in offering to her. She smiled, proud to be treated as such a Lady and stepped forward, minding her massive roots and vines crawling along the floor and walls. The room seemed more of a garden in the making than a facility now, her trees spreading high proudly.

Poison Ivy aka Red: She padded over to Robin and pressed against him briefly, feeling that familiar kevlar pressing against her again, though the form was considerably smaller than Batman. She rested her hands on either of his shoulders and leaned up to kiss the corner of his jaw, leaving nothing behind but a faint sheen of glitter. Her lips were naturally pigmented with the red and gold now, and their power much more potent than any woman's lips on this green Earth. But to his skin there was harmless and she smiled as such, why ruin something so adorable?

Poison Ivy aka Red: Ivy patted his shoulders and leaned back, "Chivalry hasn't died after all." her sultry tone was warm and teasing as she spun, bouncing off her bare feet and pouncing down into the darkness of the tunnels below. A splash echoed as water played at her ankles, a few inches that ran through the tunnels. She glanced up as the sound of the copter echoed louder. Ivy wasn't sure which way to go, but she turned to the left, knowing this was the closer way out from under the building and toward the ocean. Her feet splashed as she ran through the tunnel a few feet and paused for her crusaders who were now apparently rescuing her. A smile tilted those luscious lips, a bare light catching the soft curves of the lustrous woman down in the tunnel. How cute, they'd come to stop her like dutiful men, and here they were helping her out like a lady. Men were so easy, truly God's most fallible of creatures.

-Batman tapped his cowl causing the lens to open permitting his hands to rub his eyes while sniffling. Robin sealed the sewer gate and came to Batman.- “What a woman…I think she loves me.” -Dick smiled like a hopeless romantic while Batman fought the affects. The image of a woman drawing a katana blade. ‘…beloved…’ Dick placed his arm on Batman’s bicep.- “Batman?” ‘…Bruce…’ -Batman glared towards a police squad that aimed flash lights at him and Robin.- “Freeze! Don’t move!” -Batman growled at the flash lights with his came being drawn over his body. Police officers steadied their aim on Batman that they didn’t catch the Boy wonder’s hand throw down smoke bombs that immediately clouded the area.<c>

Batman’s right arm wrapped around Dick Grayson’s waist as both of them moved a few feet to the left aligning them with a window above. A grappling hook would blast from the caped crusader’s gun and attach itself to the skiff of a helicopter. The dynamic duo reeled towards the helicopter and swiftly Robin wrapped his legs around the skiff and positioned his head above the ground with his body away from Batman. Releasing his legs he dove towards the ground until spreading his cape into gliding wings allowing him to navigate through the air and towards a rooftop nearby. He dashed across the buildings with an intercept course towards the Bat Mobile. Batman clung to the skiff long enough to de-attach his grappling and swing his body into the air as wind allowed his cape to soar through air beneath him. His blue eyes scanned the police force, spotting roughly eight squad cars and a single SWAT vehicle. <c>
-He flew through the air and used his grappling hook to assist in swinging from one building to the next in order to maintain his flight. Eventually he regrouped with Robin at the Bat Mobile and the two withdrew to the Bat bunker.-

Poison Ivy aka Red: The sound of ocean water splashing on rocks brought Ivy back out into the open air of Gotham, which wasn't that great in comparison to the tunnels she'd just been in. A smile still played on her lips, her run almost a skip with the delight of the evening. Boys were so much more fun while intoxicated on her scent, it was like drifting the smell of a rich, juicy steak before a starving man so he salivated and his eyes glazed over in want. And she was the steak. A laugh left her perfect mouth, the sound like silvery bells echoing through the tunnels as light seeped out the end.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Here, the water foamed up more than the white bubbles the ocean would cause. No, here, a rich lather had built up with layer upon layer of bubbles squashed in unison against the slick stones. Chemicals, released from the plant and dumped here among other places. Ivy gasped, bending down to splay her bare hands over the stones, feeling the earth beneath it. The soil was wounded beyond repair, it was done crying out for help and had no life left within it to give.

Poison Ivy aka Red: She choked on her breath, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she grasped the slick stones to her palms, squeezing them so hard she thought she could almost hear them crack in protest. Hot anger flooded her face so that her beautiful cheek bones turned a scarlet and threatened to match her vibrant red hair. This city, among so many, was a destructive beast with no care for anything else. They were foolish and blind and uncaring. Their lack of empathy for that which gave them the tools and resources to create as they do was damning more than any other sin. To betray, to bite the hand that feeds you, the womb that homed and birthed you.

Poison Ivy aka Red: Suddenly this night didn't seem like a wonderful, fun victory. Having two men's hearts in her palm meant nothing compared to having results in saving her earth and plants. What had been so wrong? Where had she failed? She at least captured those men in her trees and sealed their fate as a warning to those police and they, in turn, would tell the rest of the city. The cold, dark nights of Gotham were not to fear any thief or rapist. They were to fear her, Flora and Fauna's powerful hand here in charge to bring them all to justice. Next time she would not be so merciful.

-Batman entered into the bathroom of the bunker, immediately removing his helmet and gloves in order to cup water and splash it over his face. A rejecting sensation within his sinus’ indicated that some blockage was attempting to form. He washed his face and knelt down on both knees by the sink.- “Who…is she?” -Robin walked in at this point and was shocked to see Bruce unmasked and kneeling. Robin crouched and placed his hand on Batman’s shoulder.- “Hey…Bruce. You alright? You’re scaring me.” -Bruce’s gaze rose to look at Robin.- “No…There’s a woman in my head. She’s familiar but, I don’t remember who she is. I feel that she’s important to me but…I don’t remember.” -Robin frowned until Batman thought about Pamela.- “Isley…When I held her in my arms it was like holding that mysterious woman again…I don’t know if she’s even real.” <c>

“Bruce, you gotta snap out of it. Pamela is on our side. We’ve gotta help her!” -Bruce’s eyes quickly shifted to Robin and then he shook his head.- “No...It’s because of her. None of this happened until she showed up.” -Bruce stood up as his eyes shifted left to right searching to puzzle the facts together like he once did before.- “Doctor Isley…somehow, can control the chemicals within plants.” “Who cares? She’s in danger. If you’re not gonna save her, I will.” -Bruce grabbed Robin’s bicep and firmly gripped it.- “No. We’ll both save her. But we’ll need to do a few tests. I’ll need a sample of your blood, Dick.” -Bruce grabbed his cowl and left the room to arrive at the laboratory section. He analyzed their blood samples and took notice of multiple influences causing high blood pressure; amongst these tests he conducted a few general medical practices of a physicians test in order to examine the physical fitness of himself and Robin. <c>

This took a grand total of two hours and an additional hour to concoct an effective antidote. “With this antidote serum we should be able to bypass Doctor Isley’s pheromones.” Robin would correct Batman.- “Mostly for you, my body is still changing, it will be difficult for it to accept the antidote. I’ll do my best to steer clear of her anyway. I got my gasmask ready as well.”



Batgirl: It was somewhere far down in the tunnels of Gotham's underbelly that Pamela Isley leaned her nearly bare-back against the cool, wet, concrete wall. It smelled down here, a musty scent of sewage and waste, the dirty water running at her ankles and carrying down to the ocean. She didn't know the area of Gotham well yet, but she knew she was below most likely a quieter street because there was barely a car be heard. She could also still hear the waves from the ocean surrounding Gotham, the briny scent of salt still somehow noticeable in the tunnels.

She shoved her hands through her mass of firey red curls and took deep breaths despite how the air down here displeased her. It was as the rest of Gotham, full of trash and waste with so little greenery. Even their parks wee a disgrace to look at but at least they were green. This place was hard concrete, cold to the touch and full of falsely superior men who sought after nothing but their money, the wrong kind of green. All she wanted was to bring back the natural Earth to its rightful throne and they wanted to further destroy it! And more, they'd sent a set of self-righteous men playing musketeers to stand in her way.

"Damn Batman!" She slammed her fist to the concrete wall and heard the responding Earth shuffle behind it. He was mortal, a man in a mask and cape, she was the chosen soul destined to bring back the Green to its power over the creatures that now crawled their way across its wonderful gift. They were bugs to be squashed not men to be feared and she would set them in their place.

Ivy splayed her hand across the wall and felt the Earth just on the other side, waiting anxiously to do her bidding. She brought her attention to the roots below the surface of Gotham, thick and thin, charging them to spin together before blasting trough the wall, hurtling concrete chunks into the water. Her long, thin fingers, nails elongated and filled with the harsh venom of the Eiroia plant avoided by even the most venomous predators with their immunities. She gracefully stroked the series of roots and hugged the mass to her body, listening to its cry for help. They had cut it and tore it from the earth, it's home, so they could build their sidewalks and towers.

"Take back your home." Her dangerous hiss cast out before she sent the root mass barreling up to explode the street above into a series of debris and dust. Ivy grabbed onto the mass as it rushed past her, connecting to every root near by and growing thicker as well as growing new green vines. She rode the mass to the surface and held on as it traveled down the street, taking out lamp posts and mail bins before pushing over cars and setting off alarms. Her wicked smiled took red lips, "To the Gotham Convention Center, were going to make a statement before we set our roots." Poison Ivy's laughter filled the night air as her massive rooted creation destroyed the streets of Gotham to the Convention Center where she'd tried the nice way to make her statement, and shed been ignored. They couldn't ignore her now.


Batman and Robin sat by the work bench adjusting their equipment, assembling gadgets into their utility belts when Alfred approached. “Sir…There’s something on the news you’ll want to see.” The trio arrived at the bat computer, where a screen revealed a live helicopter feed. “-As you can see, All the way from Vine Street through Manchester, large and gigantic vines are lashing out across the city. Police have no idea where these plants are growing or coming from, but they are warning people to steer clear of them and only call 9-1-1 if there is a serious emergency. Due to the destructive nature of these plants, police are forced to use Mounted horses rather than police vehicles. Some 1,000 Motorcycles are also deployed onto the streets are officers are forced to use alternative methods of transportation…” Robin’s eyes lit up in surprise seeing the destruction the plants were causing the streets to be shutdown. “That’s only the streets; thank goodness none of the apartments or houses were affected by this.” “No, not yet.” Batman’s dark voice responded. The news caster would continue on “The plants seem to be heading towards Gotham Convention center where police forces are converging to investigate this extraordinary and supernatural phenomena. Mother nature seems angry, environmentalists are shuffling quickly to say ‘I told you so’ with this whole situation, our ground tipsters have told us that a woman is behind all of this, pale green skin and beautiful red hair.” <c>

Robin glanced at Batman as if to read his expression as the Dark Knight’s focus was locked onto the television. “I’m beginning to think we’ll need to stock up on weed killer, Bruce. She’s far more powerful than anything we’ve ever fought.” “We have an advantage still.” Batman reached to the bat computers keyboard to begin typing, drawing up the map of Gotham city, the computer automatically began mapping out the affected streets by Poison Ivy’s plants. “Ivy doesn’t see us as a threat. We’re just two men that she easily seduced and manipulated. She doesn’t *know* about Batman and you’re still relatively new that no one knows much about you either, Robin. We have the element of surprise even after our first encounter.” “Bruce, once she figures out we’re immune she’s going to crush us. Do you think we can get close enough to knock her out?” “Doctor Isley isn’t beyond reasoning, she’s a woman who is hurt, abused, and feels like she’s been advantage of by every man, woman, and child on the planet. If you remember some of the things she has said, wasteful use of our resources, recklessness, selfish. Disregard for the environment. If she was completely gone, Gotham City would be a jungle right now. We can talk to her, bring her to reason and stop things from getting out of control.”

Poison Ivy: "Ma'am, this is Commissioner Gordon, on behalf of the Gotham Police Department, I am ordering you to desist at once!"

The long twine of roots and vines slowed to a halt, holding itself a good twenty feet from the street below. Atop stood Ivy, slowly rising from her crouch on the vines. The Gotham night air fingered through her red waves and blew them out like a scarlet flag of warning much like how Mother Nature warned others away from its most venomous creatures. Ivy's lips pulled to a smirk and she stood fully as the vines halted, bracing one bare foot ahead to steady herself. She eyed the blockade of flashing lights and raised weapons and a section of vines slid forward under her feet. She slowly began her descent, hips swaying deductively as if to a beat only she could hear. From her, the pheromones that only earlier had the Batman and Robin this city had claimed as its own in some way, were now spilling forth to spread out vigorously to the men and women of the police department. As it made its way into their systems quickly and efficiently, Ivy's feet touched the pavement and she stalked towards the Commissioner. She watched his eyes dilate wildly and heard his intake of breath, one with a heady dose of her scent. The eyes of the men and even the women followed her every move as she sauntered closer and even tipped a finger to the end of the megaphone.

"Commissioner..." She purred softly and Jim found himself lowering the device as his eyes fixated on taking in every detail of the woman before him. He breathed in again as if to clear his head but the sweet, aromatic scent of her just filled him further. He could almost taste her on his tongue as it tied together against his will. The deep green eyes set in a frame of wild red curls brought him to a beautiful place in his mind, mossy and wet. The scent of flowers in the air and vines hanging like decor while the rushing waterfall sounded nearby.

"Ma'am, please..."

Jim blinked, suddenly away from the surreal little dream and looking at Ivy's red and somehow slightly orange lips. She pulled back from him and smiled at the officer next to Jim, a man whose nametag read 'Wilson'. He was craning to get closer, breathing gulp after gulp of her rich scent.

"Gotham's finest." She glanced from Jim to Officer Wilson and wrapped an arm around the younger cop's neck, bringing his body to slide against hers. He gave a groan, as though if she'd asked him to, he'd make love to her right there on the hood of the Commissioner's patrol car. "It's good to see such wonderful dedication in the men and women that protect its city." Her voice only seemed to allure him further and as every eyes was on her, guns lowered, holstered or dropped completely, she brought his mouth to hers and fused their lips in a passionate kiss. Wilson groaned and wrapped his arms around her, entangled his hands in her red curls. As every cop watched with passionate fixation and envy, from the sewers and cracks of the pavement crawled out vines. They slithered forth and up Along the bodies of her audience like a tentative whisper.

Suddenly, Wilson made a different kind of noise and her hesitated, his hands fisting in her silken hair as she smiled and pulled her face from his, licking her lips. He gurgled and slipped to his knees, his complexion turning a wicked light green and his lips blue, the veins in his body rising to the surface as discolored like his skin. The man cell to the ground and ceased to breathe as Ivy wiped a tiger across her lips.

"Some men just can't handle a real woman it seems." Her sultry grin turned to the Commissioner as she slid close. "Care to try your luck?" She fused her hand in his hair just as her vines snatched onto their victims. The police force went into a flurry, still half dazed by her effects and half terrified as the plants hauled them in every direction. Some were dragged toward the man holes to be taken below while others were merely squeezed like the prey of a boa constrictor.

Commissioner Gordon would look to the remaining armed officers and shouted. “Lower your guns! She’s unarmed, can’t you see? Last thing we need is the press all over us for shooting an unarmed woman!” It prompted the officers to lower their weapons and if they could they would move closer to Ivy, as if her presence was a godsend.

In the Batcave, Batman and Robin watched the news report unfold. “She’s taken down the police…They’re practically eating out of her hand.” “Dealing with the police is not something new to us, but stopping the plants and Poison Ivy has given me a new idea…Alfred, do we still have a supply office Melt?” “Yes sir, the past winter left us with an excess that will surely be useful this upcoming year.” “Bring a bag of it, Robin lets head into the tech lab, I have an idea that could help us apprehend Ivy.” The dynamic duo would quickly work to assemble grenades and shotgun shells, once done Batman loaded the shotgun and wrapped an ammunition sash around his waist for the shotgun shells. Robin carried a grenade bandolier along with a sling shot as they climbed into the Bat Mobile they left the cave to charge into Gotham. Robin placed his mask over his mouth and nose while buckling the strap behind his head. Batman swallowed the pill and then closed the mask around his face. They wouldn’t arrive on the scene just yet, giving Poison Ivy time to speak with the commissioner and perhaps to the approaching news reporters.


Poison Ivy: When the commissioner tightened his lips and looked hesitant, his strong will fighting hard to think past the haze, Ivy patted his chest. "Good boy." She praised him as he ordered his men down. Ivy took a few steps back from him and allowed her pheromones to thin but not dissipate as she was sure she had their full attention. She spoke to the commissioner and as the swamping camera crews gathered behind the blockade, she spoke to them as well.

"You see what Mother Nature is capable of!" She opened her arms wide, gesturing to the streets her roots and vines had barreled through. Pavement was cracked and ruined from the roots escaping through, cars were rolled and bleeping their alarms. Light posts were downed and mail boxes as well as new stands were wrecked and strewn about. "You have seen her fury in the fierceness of the wind in a hurricane, in the spinning skies of a tornado, in the wild waves that crash against your shores. But have you seen the destruction YOU are capable of? The oil spills killing the food you harvest to eat, the chemicals leaking from your horrid factories built so you can have your I products and make up. The vast amounts of rain forest that you've flattened to make room for your apartments and malls. You are the creatures that destroy the very land given to you. You fight over, she'd blood into it for the riches you care to extract from its womb. With the resources you've sucked from the soil you shove it into vehicles and fill the air with toxins and smog from your factories." The newscaster from channel 12 checked the iPhone in her hand as the microphone she clutched in the other. Every camera was fixated on her, every member of the crowd in spellbound silence. Her reflection was caught in the dark lenses and wide eyes. Pamela's eyes pleaded, her voice soft until her anger slipped forth again and she nearly growled and raised it so it could be heard over the roar do the police motorcycles. "When you've ruined your land will you move into the water!? Will you find a way to live beneath the waves and spoil that further as well? Until it is black and sludge-filled and you have no place on the planet to survive on!?"

She bent to the pavement of the street and trailed her fingertips across the rough surface. Ivy, a beautiful, terrifying creature on her own, knelt curled against herself as she looked longingly to the ground. Her red waves slipped over her shoulder and hung like a curtain as sadness slipped into her green eyes as well as her voice. "I know you can't hear it, but I can. The Earth is crying out, she is weeping for all the wounds you've inflicted upon her. The plants wish you only to stop, to allow them to do as they are meant to. This is what is natural." The pavement split and in the small crack grew forth a small plant, blooming into a brilliant, violet flower with yellow style exploring out. She smiled and looked up at the crowd. "Beauty. Raw, natural, true beauty. As nature intended."

Ivy stepped back onto the awaiting vines at her feet. They carried her up over the crowd and far out of reach, the wind tugging her hair again into little wippets against her skin. "I am Poison Ivy. I am she chosen by the Green to give you the wake up call you've by far needed. And if you should choose not to listen and act IMMEDIATELY," her green eyes narrowed and her hands clutched into fists at her thighs. "Then I am here to punish you for your negligence and greed. Then further to force you out of my way so that I can restore what you have tried so hard to demolish.

The bat mobile rolled around a large vine separating through the street. Stopping the vehicle to open the cockpit, Batman and Robin shot their grappling hooks towards the rooftops in order to swing up into them. Trailing along the rooftops the duo spotted Poison Ivy and Batman stood at the edge of the rooftop looking down at Ivy. He tapped his suits microphone volume and spoke with a metallic and robotic voice. “Give it up, Poison Ivy. Cease your assault on this city or I’ll stop you.” His cape was wrapped around his body, but his left leg stood out onto the ledge with his knee bent and at a slightly elevated level from the rest of his body. The posture was meant to give him more balance for using his shotgun that he held with a single hand at his right side concealed underneath his cape. Batman’s mouth was concealed behind a bulky facial mask that made him appear more ferocious and monstrous, but obviously the mask wasn’t natural to the cowl. His voice was robotic, but hinted with a more demonic tone while those blue eyes were now concealed behind white lenses. He waited for her response before making his next move. He chose the high ground in order to avoid her pheromones from reaching him, standing roughly 4 stories above ground level. Out of sight was Robin armed with his slingshot and grenades in case the police decided to open fire and threaten to shoot both of them.

Poison Ivy: Ivy heard before she saw, the Dark Knight's new voice sounding out to her. She frowned, her thin brows knitting together as she turned to scan the street then up on the building top near by. His dark silhouette she made out perfectly with the moon high behind him, the long cape like a shadow with its own will moving with the night breeze. She noted how far he stayed back from her, how high he was, and how upwind he was. The green woman smirked and murmured, "Clever boy." He was avoiding her pheromones at all costs, but Ivy liked the will she had over those around her, no would could be immune.

Poison Ivy settled her hands on her curvaceous hips, bared to the air provocatively. The twist of roots and vines she perched atop shifted and turned, climbing the air toward the Batman. "Giving up isn't in my nature, something we both seem to have in common, Bat-man." She clipped his name out between them as she tipped her head to one side, red hair spilling behind her. "Left the boy at home?" She asked, voice innocent and playful as she studied the new addition to his mask. "And you've gone and changed your wardrobe on me, I feel so underdressed." Her rosey gold lips turned into a pleasurable smile as she slid her hands down the length of her hour-glass torso and settled onto her knees, bending to look at him from hooded eyes.

She glanced down at the street below them, the people unaware of their conversation but the look in the eyes of the police, though still influenced by her scent, didn't look pleased to see the man from the shadows. Ivy pondered this as she turned back to him. "I know what it immediately looks like, streets torn up and things destroyed. I look like the bad guy to you, don't I?" Her expression warmed and her green eyes looked pleading. "Think about it, you know it's true. The way they're ruining the land, eating up the resources and leaving nothing but destruction...can you not SEE they are the ones you should be ordering to stop?"

Pamela pleaded, her eyes needy and hopeful. All those years of hard work and research, all her time spent requesting for grants to continue her work. As the worked around them continued to decay, all she could hope is that her research and findings might aid with others into standing a chance for people to listen, to make a change. She firmly believed that it wasn't too late, there was still hope to show people the devastation they overlooked. Out of sight and out of mind kept people from seeing the truths that she had experienced first hand. All they had to do was listen, change tracks, use more efficient ways to function and flourish alongside the land. And now she was granted the power beyond writing down conclusions and looking through a microscope next to a sheet of statistics, she could MAKE the change she hoped to instill in people.

Batman felt his adrenaline pumping as she came closer to him; he knew it was possible, but she wasn’t attacking him - yet. As she tried to reason with him, he would try the same to her. “…-This is not the way to do it. Release them from your pheromone control, undo the damage you’ve done, and then we can talk about saving Gotham from its pollution…What you want will cause people to die. I won’t allow you to do that.” Batman’s white eyes narrowed some, squinting to become sharper. His hand gripped the shotgun handle underneath his cape, aligned with his leg; he didn’t know what affect it would have if it shot her directly, but at their current range it was dangerous enough that it could possibly kill her.

Robin would have to strike her with a slingshot if she didn’t comply…There was a significant problem with either or weapons, each having an advantage and disadvantage. Robin’s sling shot would be able to penetrate at a medium distance, but lose power at short or long range. The shotgun had a wide spread, but also penetration power guaranteeing that it would reach the inner cells of any vines he shot. Robin didn’t know these facts, but Robin knew the strength of his weapon and carried the grenades which were almost completely harmless to either of them.

Poison Ivy: Iva's brows drew together again and her green eyes grew sharper. "They are the CAUSE for all this! We can't fix all this damage," she bent back and gestured to the city. "Without getting those that did this out of the way. They are part of the problem. We can be the solution." She narrowed her eyes, watching the cold, white stare from his cowl. Ivy leaned back, the vines withdrawing from the building some as if she were slowly recoiling from him, seeing the distant stare he gave her, the lack of passion in his electronic voice. "I am the solution." She said firmer, hands clenching into fists at her sides, resolution straightening her spine. "I am what must happen to this Earth to create the change, the healing it needs so desperately."

"Stay out of my way, Batman." The woman turned with her moving earth and began her descent toward the street. Her voice had been soft, almost a plead. He wasn't a problem unless he stood between her and her duty as part of the Green. With her new determination, she fixed her focus on the crowd and looked once again at the cameras. Her voice turned hard, billowing out to them with raw authority and challenge. "Make the change now, Gotham, for any who stand in my way will be used as mulch." Her hand closed into a fist before her and suddenly the ground began to shake and quiver. The crack of the pavement rang out as the only warning before it began to draw down into the Earth below which had opened into a massive hole. From the sidewalks, plants broke free thick as a person's body and climbed up the sides, grabbing into the brick and stone and sending cracks wide and fast through the structures, threatening to take them down.

“Robin. We’re up.” Batman spoke, at which point Robin would comment. “I’m totally not used to that robot voice. It’s better than the scratchy throat-though!” Batman raised the shotgun towards the large plants crawling up the building, the policemen began dispersing, running away allowing Batman to open fire with a loud shotgun blast that struck the plants with rock salt, the penetrating pellets would cause the plants to cease and release growth stunting hormones causing the plants to recoil and halt any advancements. He fired three rounds spraying multiple vines that tried to crawl out of the gorge that was once a street. He began to reload and then searched for Ivy, to prepare his assault on her after seeing that the rock salt worked against the plants.


Poison Ivy: From behind her, the shotgun blast erupted still audible over the screams of the crowd escaping the crumbling Earth. Almost instantly, Ivy let out a shriek and fell forward where he swamp of vines quickly curled to catch her like a chair. She gasped and clutched her chest, pain had blossomed quick and insistent inside her. Every cell in her body was twinging with the slow ebb as blood might escape from a wound. She checked herself, she wasn't harmed but something hurt. At the same moment, she could hear the cry of the plants, weeping for their kin as the vines on the building shriveled and lost their color like leaves in the fall.

"NO!" She leapt from the cushioning vines, mouth agape as she stared disbelieving at her withered babies. Her gaze turned up to the roof top again and found the dark silhouette much more than a nuisance as before. He had killed her vines, he had used a weapon against her and the Earth, against her cause. Her fists at her sides tightened and she turned so her vines led her down to the street to the cops backing up the crowd as effeciently as possible to keep them from harms way.

Her bare feet touched the cold, strange ground and she took quick steps to stand among the men and women of the police force. Her nearness brought back the quick need in their eyes, forgetting the people and their duty as they drew to be closer, to her. "Batman has hurt me, protect me." She turned and glared up at the Dark Knight, her arm raising to point at the masked crusader. "Shoot him!" The men and women, their eyes slightly glazed and their sighs pleasantly happy to be around her, raised their weapons and took aim.

Ivy didn't know much about the two men in masks, but she could tell enough. They felt they protected this city, but she'd heard no gleeful cries a they'd appeared, nor were the people cheering them on. If they felt the people of Gotham were their charges, firing at the crowd of armed police didn't seem to be in their liking. So she stood amongst the bodies, carefully using them as a human shield...that fired weapons at them as well.

Ivy didn't know much about the two men in masks, but she could tell enough. They felt they protected this city, but she'd heard no gleeful cries a they'd appeared, nor were the people cheering them on. If they felt the people of Gotham were their charges, firing at the crowd of armed police didn't seem to be in their liking. So she stood amongst the bodies, carefully using them as a human shield...that fired weapons at them as well.

Batman took cover as gunshots rang out, striking the building walls and ledge prompting Batman to fall back. “Grenades.” His voice growled before leaping to the rooftop of the next building, Robin quickly following behind him as they made their way closer to Ivy and the police force. Batman began running up a sloped roof only to drop down onto a flat surface after reaching the peak. He was now above Ivy and the officers, this gave the caped crusader a chance to reach into his belt as they were distracted searching for him. He tossed over the ledge a few smoke pellets that blanketed the area in smoke and forced the police to gag as they inhaled it. A roll of thunder released from Batman’s wings as he slammed down into one cop, throwing them against the car door of their police car. He spun on his heels and grabbed hold of another police officer’s shotgun twisting it from their grasp before striking them in the face with their own hand forcing them onto the ground. He dropped the police shotgun while his own dangled about his hip, attached to his belt.

Twisting his body to avoid a stray fist from another officer, his body ducked and reached over his shoulder to throw the man into another officer. Grunting his teeth underneath that metallic mask out of both anger and stress of the situation. Reaching his titanium gloved hands forward he grappled two officers by their heads and smashed them against each other before ignoring the rest and stepping up onto a motorcycle seat just for elevation above ground where he would leapt at Ivy to land upon her plant platform. He stood hunched to maintain balance, prepared to grab her and handcuff her any moment.

[Batman (Bruce Wayne)]

Poison Ivy: Batman vanished from her sight and she glared, green eyes searching for him. She didn't know this man, was not accustomed to his favoring to shadows and how swift he was. And so silent, she hasn't even heard his landing behind them nor his booted footfalls until he was taking on the police force that was her shield and weapons. Ivy watches his moves as best she could but the smoke from his grenades was billowing higher, wider and thicker. The men and women around her gagged and coughed, having trouble fighting the force that even without the smoke the had little to no hope of standing against. Ivy, however, seemed unaffected by the smoke. It was true, she couldn't see through it to find Batman's swift actions save for the clangs and thuds of his fight, but she neither coughed nor had trouble breathing through the thick smoke. Her body was the greatest of filters aided with immunities and therefore was almost unaware that she would have been coughing if the police weren't doing so loudly around her.

As she searched with a swiveling head and wild eyes, she only caught the wide, ferocious shape of Batman through the white haze before he was landing on her very own vines. The distance between them was almost arm's length for the third time this evening and she had already learned so much and so little about him. Particularly, she preferred their first encounter personally, he was more fun then. And whee was Robin? Her eyes had searched but she couldn't place him, this too making her displeased. He was the easier target out of the two.

Her green eyes looked furious, a fervent, mossy green that blazed at him. She noted the men and women on the ground he had faced, none were particularly harmed, he liked disarming them and getting them out if his way. But he hadn't used his shotgun on them, nor used any fatal blows. Her thin, red brow lifted high on her forehead, "A Boy Scout with the police, it seems." She smirked without humor, her pheromones rushing hard and thick at him. "But there's nothing 'boy' about you, is there?" Her smirk swallowed into a frown at his mask again. He was a clever man, shed give him that. But he was still a man.

Poison Ivy moved suddenly, taking one swift step back to the edge of her vines before launching herself back hard. Her backflip provided a very generous view of her barely-covered body, red hair like a whip in the night air. In the process, should she be able to accomplish this, her foot would aim for the underside of his jaw, aiming to collide hard and give him a kick. Nature, as part of her, moved with her, for her. It sent up a rush of green, ropey vines from the split sidewalk and formed a smaller platform for her to land upon. At the same time of her attempted backflip, her foot hoping to collide with his jaw, her platform shed been on would rearranged immediately. It would reach up with multiple vines and attempt to break off his newly acquired mask as they entangled about his bod to ensnare him.

He studied her posture, her gaze searching as he stood before her, he began speak when her kick collided with his jaw. “It’s over Doc-…!!” Her leg smashed into his mask, but it was barely enough to knock it off his face, but it would send him off balance, the already unbalanced platform of leaves and vines caused Batman to tumble backwards, but before he could hit the ground the vines grabbed him and began coiling about him. He gripped the shotgun just as a vine wrapped around his hips binding his hand and the shotgun to his side; he reached to his bound hand and attempted to peel the vines from his hand. His breathing underneath the mask was husky, grating, gurgling like an angered monster. His white eyes narrowed sharply at the vines, raising his left arm guard to swing it would rake across the vines with a very limited range of motion to cut and slash the vines around him. The scent of moss and spilled chlorophyll that would stink of rotten burnt sliced grass.

His cape flailed for the short time it had been free flowing, but as soon as the vines took hold they would coil about him and brought his thunderous raven shade cape close to his being. His growls continued to sound more like a grizzly bear husking and snarling thanks to the masks voice modifier, though he wasn’t speaking it would definitely scare most animals into believing there was an actual grizzly bear nearby. The smoke would begin to subside giving clear view of the downed police. From the rooftops, Robin observed, waiting for his time to strike from the shadows. If he attacked to soon, it could tip Batman’s hand and cause the plan to go south.

Poison Ivy: Ivy felt the roof of her foot collide hard with his jaw, pain lancing up her calf and making her wince. She landed easily on the vines and at once heard his growls and gutteral noises of distress as he tried to free himself. The mask made his voice creepier than before, sending a chill up her spine. This man, so determined, so willful, it brought her to wonder just who he was, why he was fighting so hard and for a city that didn't cheer for him.

Her vines asked forward so that she could lay along them, stretching her beautifully curved body onto her stomach. The vines wrapping around the Batman would continue heir efforts, ensnaring his wrists and trying to pry his hand away from the shotgun at his hip. They would also attempt to remove the weapon and toss it aside if managed.

Ivy watched him raise his gauntlet in the air before bringing it down hard. She cried out and the thinner vines that had been in the gaunt let's path were cut and now withered, peeling away. Thicker, stronger vines replaced them with new determination and continued their efforts to subdue Batman completely. Ivy eased her lounge forward in the air to him, but staying out of reach. The vines would try to slip up under the edges of his lower mask keeping him safer from her pheromones to remove it. His identity meant nothing to her, she didn't care who was behind the cowl, but he was a man and he was in her way, as she'd warned him not to be. "Shhhh," she cooed. "Just relax, it's not a trap, just there to keep me safe," her words were soft and warm, trying to soothe him into complying. Her pheromones were working hard with her voice, aiming to get him to calm down and listen to her. If she could just get the mask off, with his deep breathing as he fought for freedom would be sure to give him thick inhales of her scent. "You're right," she sighed, sifting a pale green hand in her mass of red curls. "The kick was naughty of me. Won't you let me make it up to you?" Her eyes tried to capture his beneath the cowl. "Won't you listen? We want the same, I wan what's best for Gotham...we are on the same side. I could help you keep them safe, Batman..." Her voice soothed into low to we and rhythmic patterns.

He felt the vines peeling at his mask, his arms subdued and then his hands. “We want the same thing? You’re bringing this city to its knees by threatening its inhabitants!” The tickling of a vine sliding past his lips and towards his ridge of his nose where the gasmask ended could be felt even as he spoke. The vines would create a divider that he could sense the allure of Ivy, the medicine he ingested earlier wasn’t perfect; he felt compelled by her words and soothed some causing his snarling and huskiness to calm down, but too late as the gasmask would ripped off exposing his chin and clutched teeth. “If we want the same thing, prove it by pulling your plants back and answering for the damage you’ve done. Tell me, how are people supposed to reach the hospital when the roads are destroyed? How are hospitals supposed to cure and treat people when they can use plants for research?”

Her posture was seductive and very appealing, the thought of her sex appeal came to his mind at least a dozen times, a scene plays out within his mind…He’s holding onto the woman, her hands about his chest and neck possessively holding onto him. He was her knight - the crusader who could help her mission and fix the planet. Like the others before Ivy he found himself in this dream. Ivy would step backwards and towards a cliff side, the rock beneath her feet crackling as a large black hole sucked the environment into its large maw. She wanted him to fall, she tugged him towards the edge, smiling at him as she jumped his hand grabbed onto her arm to hold her away from the void below but she began slipping through his grasp. He was faced with a decision that would forever change him; to fall into the abyss of despair, destruction, desire…The same paradise Talia and Selina gone to, once again Batman would remain behind. A world where ‘normal’ people fled to such as Ra’s, Jonathan Crane, Harvey Dent…but then the Joker had fallen into the same abyss, like all of the priors the Joker taunted Batman to fall, challenging the Dark Knight to let go and dive into ‘sanity’ and ‘reason’ that ‘everyone’ followed.

Was Batman that corruptible? He was just a man, wasn’t it?

Poison Ivy: The mask tossed away far below to the street and Ivy's smile was like a weed growing uncontrollably. The thin vines around his face swam over his chin, his throat, curling around the ear tips of his cowl. From their tendrils and little leaves sprouting to frame his chiseled features, chlorophyll leaked heavily mingled with sweet pheromones to help her hold on him as little as it was. The contact from the vines to his skin she could feel herself, as if she were touching him sweetly.

Ivy inched closer and pressed her body to his,feeling the heat beneath his suit. Her pale-green hand played out over his chest and she raised one shapely thigh to ride high on his hip. She wrapped her other arm behind his head and trailed her soft cheek to his. "I need you," she whispered over the cowl, rosey golden lips brushing the suit. "I need you to save me." Her voice, it was like a pleading child, fearful and lost, yet it sounded so feminine and sultry. There was a groan to her tone, like a lover close to climax. "You're afraid, I know, that there's some big jump you might make." Her hand slid up his chest, rising to cup his other cheek as her red mane swam to brush against his lips, allowing him to inhale her scent. "You are such a dramatic man, there isn't a jump at all, no big bad that's after you." Her lips trailed just a breath away from his cheek at the edge of the cowl. She could feel the hot body beneath it, chest heaving and muscles tense. "It's just you and me, can't you see it? A garden all to ourselves, sunlight gleaming and colorful flowers cushioning our bodies together? At one with the Earth, with each other." Her lips drew near his but did t touch as her green eyes searched his. "They need our help, the people, we can save them. The medicines, the natural remedies, I have the power to produce those, have the technology to master medicine alongside your intellect. We can save them all, and still rebuild the Green. All those nasty diseases, macGregor's Syndrome, cancer, we can solve them all. I just need my knight, I need your protection..." Her voice toted into he lover's once more, pleading and heady. "I can't do it on my own, I'm not strong enough, I need a knight." She closed her eyes and slide her lips toward his.


He fought within his mind, his heart and adrenaline pumping as his intellect was the only thing stopping him from surrendering utterly to the woman. She had manipulated everyone she’s had contact with thus far. The idea of bundling up with her by a warm fire; it was ridiculous, he was Batman and it was impossible for him to have such a rich life with such darkness in his heart and mind. His chin and lips were standing down, but his eyes still held that rage and darkness as those spheres held a dark void. The temptation of falling for Poison beat against him; he felt a calling to her from his senses, his mind shutdown those senses, his moral compass of trying to be a ‘nice guy.’ His head inclined towards her, perhaps his resign into her as, from her perspective, he was fighting a losing battle one that no man had defeated her in. He was the closest contender, but even he seemed to be falling now. <c>

“I…can’t. Stop. What I am…I won’t stop who I am. You’re not this city’s savior and I will fight you as long as I draw breath.” His teeth clutched at her as those fierce eyes stared at her. “Robin!” It was the signal the Boy Wonder waited for, and immediately he lifted his head up and hurled four grenades at Poison Ivy and the surrounding area. The devices would burst releasing rock salt in various directions striking the police officers and the plants nearby. Robin then armed his sling shot and fired a direct shot towards Ivy aiming for her torso with the intent to weaken her dramatically with the salt ball, if it missed it would contact the platform beneath her and scatter between her and Batman. Additionally Robin would fire another sling shot at Batman to break him of Ivy’s plants.

Poison Ivy: Ivy's once angelic and sweet face slowly contorted into a mask of twisted fury as Batman denied her. She drew back, her hand raised in the air, fingers splayed out like a striking claw of a tigress. Her nails elongated and in their surface flooded with a deadly poison made from the extracted seeds of a the Asthema flower. She brought her hand down swinging toward Batman's exposed flesh with hopes her nails might make contact while he was so tightly bound.

Just then, unsure if she'd made the contact or not, blasts went off around them. The sound was thundering and the flashes slightly blinding her. The explosives splattered all over her plants and suddenly there were cries in her mind in unison. Pain landed through her, blossoming in her chest as the plants most effected writhed and withered to the ground in hard leaves and vine pieces like fall had sucked the life right out of them. Poison Ivy screamed and suddenly the platform was withering with the rest.

There was another shot out from the weapon and Ivy had just enough time to turn. Her plants rushed up to form a wall between her and the shot, but they weren't fast enough nor thick enough to block it fully. The shot blasted through two vines, losing some of its potential but not nearly enough. The blow struck her hard in the right clavicle. Her green eyes shot open wide as her body gave out, falling backwards.

The red curls swept up with the force, casting a ringlet frame to her shocked face. Her expression looking back up at Robin with surprise and pain, as though she were a victim to a misguided bullet. But Ivy was no innocent any longer, she'd proven that by kissing the policeman below and leaving him poisoned and dead. Her intentions to save the Earth left humanity out if the equation and therefore she cared little for the lives of humans.

Ivy saw the deadening vines above her as her vision hazed around the edges. She found herself falling and vaguely was aware that the plants were already rushing up with what life they still had away from Robin's shots to catch her. Her body moved only as the vines moved under her for a moment before she blinked rapidly, trying to wake from shock. Her shoulder was on fire, white hot flames felt like they were licking down her right arm and through her chest. She tried to move her arm and found she still could, but every second that passed she was losing feeling to agony. Ivy's parted lips sucked in a breath and she let out a blood-curdling scream.

The vines deadened around the Batman, leaving him in a cage of dead husks as the platform deteriorated and fell apart to let him and his dead-vine cage to fall to the street below. Ivy, too began her descent when the vines died and fell apart beneath her. She gasped, reaching for vine after vine as they started to wither, wincing as her right shoulder screamed back at her. She caught hold of one, wrapping her arms over it tightly despite the pain and hauled herself up. She reached for the earth far below, where the street had been now turned into the crater. It responded to her silent call and exploded forward with roots that grew longer and thicker, their hyde stronger than the softness of the vines. They stretched fingers around Ivy like a protective cage and root after root filled in to form a wall against the direction of Robin and Batman. The pod quickly started off to gain distance from them, heading for the park.

Ivy lay curled up in the pod, the view of Gotham visible through the teeth-like wall on the other side. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, darkness swimming around the edges of her vision like sharks closing in on prey. There was a loud ringing in her ears, or was it starting to drown out all the noises around her? She couldn't tell. Her body was on fire, her shoulder in such agony that even the cautious movements of the pod hurt her. She tried to move her right hand but it wouldn't respond and she watched her fingers stay still. The earth, she needed its sweet embrace right now. She watched her motionless hand, her long fingernails, and wondered if she'd caught Batman, hoping dearly she had more than before. He had denied her! He had hurt her! Robin had shot at her!

Fury and rage flooded her heart and made the singing pain of her shoulder almost forgotten. She would recharge with the Earth quickly, get to the park where she had more of nature around her, and she would show Batman and Robin what it felt like to be at the mercy of Mother Nature.

Batman saw her hand coming towards him and growled. “Mask.” And immediately a sliding sheet of metal dropped around Batman’s lips from within his cowl sealing her nails from striking him. As she was bombarded by the attacks from Robin, Batman ripped himself free of the withering vines. As Poison Ivy began retreating, reaching to a pod that would protect her, Batman would attempt to tackle her and trap her in close proximity to him, if the tackle was successful he would press his body against her back and attempt to use his hands to grip her wrists and force them against the ‘floor’ of the pod. If he wasn’t successful, he would use his grappling hook to swing and pursue Ivy as she moved into the park.

Poison Ivy: Ivy's breathing labored and something like sweat formed at her temples. The cool night air provided an brief relief, however it weak it was, it was appreciated. Her shoulder burned terribly, like an acid slowly eroding through the layers of flesh, muscle then even pain flared to her bone. What had The Batman assaulted her with? He was clever, more intelligent than she'd given him credit for as a man running around in a bat suit.

The pheromones hasn't lasted nearly as long as she'd hoped and he'd found some way to block them, or at least the brunt of them. It didnt matter, nature was ever evolving, ever changing as the seasons to accommodate for such things. As was she. Her pheromones could easily change and alter, especially f she gave it thought and effort. He couldn't keep dodging her forever. She *would* have him under we green thumb. He had severely mistaken her for something to easily be dealt with. But she was Poison Ivy, Mother Nature's arm and her force here on Earth! He had only thrown up an umbrella to an oncoming tempest.

With her rift arm curled under her ribs an knees drawn up to her chest, she closed her eyes briefly, focusing on the feel of the Earth. The pod surrounding her snuggled closer and adjoined itself to her wounded shoulder blade. The plant slipped to join her skin as if it ha always been one with it, forming a patch and seeping healing juices into the wound. There were chunks that would have to be removed later, but for now, it soothed the burn and ace a bit.

But before she could focus on it further, there was a disturbance in te back of her mind. Like a gentle buzz, it alerted her that the very Earth, layered in grass, behind her, was being stepped upon by something heavy and fast.

Her thin red brows drew down and she snarled as she whipped the stem of her pod into a mass of vines, some barbed in thick, sharp thorns. They snapped out in a flurry at the Batman to ensnare him as her pod developed similar thorns to protect her should he latch onto it.

He landed on the pod and felt the thorns grow against his armor. The prods were barely capable of reaching between his armor pads, but with precision Batman wasn’t struck by any of them. Bristly spikes with sharp and ever slightly curled tips lying in wait with baited breath. Swiping his arm guard against the thorns it slashed them and broke their tips before waiting as the pod reached its destination of a lush full area of Robinson Park. Batman stepped onto the round hump of the pod to attempt climbing up its bulb like shape, using the stepping stone to back flip off the pod Batman landed a few feet from it and stared up towards Poison Ivy’s own protective cocoon of vines and leaves. He took a guess that she could hear him; his secondary mask concealed his lips and gave him a robotic voice opposed to his demonic voice given to him by his other mask. “Ivy! I know you can hear me…Come out and surrender before I come in there and get you myself!”

Poison Ivy: The vines encasing the pod, creating a series of layers to keep her from sight, thickened into hard wood with growing spines up to three feet long and as thick as the Batman's arm. The wood thickened an the bark crackled as it changed, surrounding the pod in a hard layer at all sides with defensive thorns. From behind the protection, Ivy's red-orange lips sneered and her voice came out to him with a vicious tone, yet somehow so seductive. It would feel more like long nails raking down his back with less sweetness than rough, but sexual all the same. "Will you? Promises, promises, Batman. Want to know what I'll promise?" Some of the large spike-like thorns creaked with te bark and suddenly fired out like a bullet from a gun. They shot with no arch, just pure precision, aiming for the caper crusader with vicious intent. As soon as those were gone from the bark, new ones grew in their stead and fired again. "You want me, Batman? Come and claim me!" Another round of thorns shot, landing into trees with loud cracks, delving into the ground at least a foot deep, creating an obstacle course.

Inside the pod, layer upon layer of green an white petals grew around her inside the thick pod shell. They layered this and cocooned her in its embrace, leaking from its pores a slimey substance tat was clear to the eye. Mother Nature had its ways of working and surviving, from venoms to bright colors warning of them, to self-protective juices that burned to the touch like acid. Such a substance coated her skin, preparing to ememerge from her pod at her choosing. Er pheromones were proving to be of little help to a man who wouldn't breathe them in, but there were other ways to fight than the senses of lust.

The Dark Knight felt the first strike of barbs being shot at him, instinctively he climbed up the pod as his armor endured and reflected the attacks she lashed out at him. He climbed up the pod and attached two explosive batarangs, stabbing them into the pod before kicking off the pod and back flipping as the second wave of barbs fired. The batarangs would count three seconds before detonating, if they exploded they would spread incendiary shrapnel to the surrounding plants causing them to spark and catch fire, swiftly tearing the vines apart like acid through weak metal. Batman was crouched on the ground, his cape large and sprawled open with those white lens staring at the wreckage. Across his face a blue screen displayed before he searched for Pamela Isley among the explosion, very aware that she was in danger so long as she was near the plants and the fire consuming them.-

The Poison Ivy: Ivy’s plants worked fast, grabbing at one of the batarangs and tossing it in his direction as another vine grabbed the second. Too slow, though it was brought further away from her pod, it wasn’t far enough away and nothing could stop the incendiery fire. The blast extended out and began its work to attack her plants, catching hungry flames that grew angrily. From inside the pod, Ivy let out a cry, feeling the horrific pain as the plants cried out to her. The remnants of the blast tore at the pod and she felt their flames eating away at her leaves to get to her. He was playing dirty, too cowardly to come and claim her from her keep. Two could play at that game, and women topped men in manipulation.

The Poison Ivy: The pod crackled and sizzled before suddenly splitting open, leaves cascading down like a wilting flower and leaving a motionless Ivy to tumble out as the pod and its mass of vines crumbled to lay along the ground as if defeated, like a dog bowing to its master. Ivy’s still form lay on the grass among the motionless plants, red hair tossed about like a flame itself, face turned toward the Dark Knight. Her features were still and slightly pained, brows drawn up together and perfect lips turned down. The Lady of the Green lay at the feet of the Batman. (e)

-He watched the batarang fall back towards him, he tumbled to the side, rolling away as the blast ignited behind him and did little to faze him. Those white eyes remained fixed on Poison Ivy, he was kneeling almost like a spider on the ground with his hands palmed against the ground preparing for his next move when Poison Ivy fell out of the pod and allowed him to see her vulnerable state.- “Shouldn’t have forced my hand, Poison Ivy. This is the second time you’ve made me do so.” He would attempt to pick her up by wrapping his arms around her shoulders and under her thighs to lift her up and hold her in his arms.- “You’ve endangered the lives of hundreds and murdered two people since arriving in Gotham. I’m going to escort you into Police custody.” She would be able to feel his strength if he touched her, how easily he lifted her form off the ground.-

The Poison Ivy: Ivy’s body hung limply from the crusader’s strong arms, feet bouncing lightly with each of his steps as her red locks swayed back and forth. Her body, the green tint to her skin and shade of red-orange to her lips, so much visually different from a normal woman’s. But she was the same in the most simplistic and raw of ways, the curves of a grown woman, the long, shapely legs and narrow waist. She was, despite all of the plants and vines, Pamela Isley, a very intelligent mind with a love for Mother Nature. She never asked to change, never wanted anything else but to learn and study and aid the Earth through her studies. She wanted to win the Nobel Peace Prize and be recognized for her talents and efforts. Instead, she’d been changed, altered, her mind being altered it seemed, by those changes. She didn’t trust men any longer, she loathed them. In her eyes, they’d caused such grief and havoc over the planet with their conquest for power and expansion. They were liars, thieves, abusers, tormentors.

The Poison Ivy: They deserved so much worse than they put out. Ivy’s dark lashes fluttered against her high cheekbones and fervent green eyes looked up at the Gotham night sky and Batman’s face. She turned her face to lean her soft cheek to the hard bicep of the Dark Knight, looking defeated and in need of help. “I’m trying...to make the world a better place.” She frowned up at him, looking hopeful. “I thought...we wanted the same?” (e)

-He walked across the terrain with a bumpy surface, as she questioned and pleaded her case; Batman wasn’t the one to judge her actions outside of stopping the imbalance she was creating. “Perhaps you were…but it was the wrong way.” He stopped and pointed to the cars and street damaged by the vines, along with the damage plants had caused to the houses. “You have a gift, Doctor…And instead of using that gift to help others understand, you’ve chosen to use it to hurt them. You’ve manipulated this city’s citizens, cheated and lied to them. You gave them false sense of love and toyed with their emotions.” He placed her into a police wagon and placed his hand upon her shoulder as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “If you want to make the world a better place, you do it by example.” He placed his hand on her cheek. “You show them that beauty is all around them, not just what’s in front of them.” <c>

Robin landed behind Batman, crossing his arms as he smirked with a slingshot hanging out of his utility belt. Behind a domino mask, his white lens revealed youthful eyes watching Batman and Poison Ivy.

The Poison Ivy: Ivy was sat in the back of the police wagon, features soft and more open. Her red mass of hair hung to partially shade her face. His hand on her shoulder felt comforting somewhat, even if it was from the man that had injured the opposite shoulder just before. The thing about Batman, that hand would have been more comforting, but it was gloved, always keeping himself cut away from everyone else. His other hand came to cup her cheek and she tipped her face up to look back at him. The green eyed woman looked so different here, not at all the angry vixen that had plagued Gotham, threatened the lives of so many, tortured the minds of men. Here, she was open and listening,trying to understand what his words meant, despite the barrier of his white lenses and closed mask.
The Poison Ivy: When he finished and she heard Robin’s landing behind him, her hand raised slowly, gently. Her green palm was closed behind curled fingers until she slowly opened it. In her palm, pearly white petals twisted up two inches high before slowly opening to reveal a lily-like flower, unlike anything ever found by man before. The inner petals were tinted with a hot red that tappered out to the perfect white tips. Long, yellow stems stretched out like arms of a child yawning before settling outward. Ivy’s eyes raised to the white lenses and offered the flower to him. “Sometimes the rarest of things only bloom at night, but that doesn’t mean they should stay hidden.”

The Poison Ivy: The doors were closed on the wagon and the lights were brought up as they pulled off and away from Batman and Robin, Ivy’s green eyes watching them through the window as they faded in the distance.(e)

Batman took the flower but, didn’t let his gaze leave her. Robin would smile. “Score for the good guys…Do you think she’s going to change?” “She will, I don’t doubt that…For better or worse…only time will tell. I’ll keep an eye on her; I don’t think this will be the last we’ll see of her.” -Batman dropped the flower once the van was out of sight and began walking towards the Bat Mobile, Robin reached down and picked up the flower and held it delicately as he followed Batman. “Don’t you want to keep it? I mean, you have a trophy from all your other villains. This one seems like one of the nicer gifts.” “-And only a doorway into the Batcave for a woman that can control plants.” “Fine then, I’ll plant it in the dirt right here…” Robin knelt down and scooped away dirt and placed the plant into it and buried its stem. <c>

Batman looked at Robin, staring at him for a moment and then Dick said. “You know, sometimes you should listen to your own advice. I hope Alfred has something made, I could use a bite to eat.” Batman’s eyes looked at the flower as it glowed within the darkness and then continued to follow Robin. ~Finished.