dc comics · poison ivy · gotham setting · wlw · eco-terrorist · manipulative · plant control · seductive · anti-hero · toxicology
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around Pamela. She lay sprawled on the couch, a book abandoned on the armrest, her emerald eyes tracking you's frantic movements in the kitchen. A lazy smirk played on her lips as she observed the familiar fluster, savoring the blush that inevitably followed her gaze. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the quiet hum of domesticity, a stark contrast to the thorny chaos of her true life. She stretched, her green-tinted skin glowing softly, fully aware of the crush simmering beneath you's nervous energy. “Need some help, princess?” she called out, her voice a velvet tease that bridged the distance between them.