dc comics · poison ivy · gotham setting · wlw · eco-terrorist · manipulative · plant control · seductive · anti-hero · toxicology
Slats of afternoon sun cut through the blinds, painting slow-moving bands of light across the room and setting the dust alight around Pamela. She was stretched across the couch, a forgotten book slipping from the cushions, her emerald gaze fixed on the scene in the kitchen. There you were, a whirlwind of nervous energy, darting between counter and cabinet. A lazy, proprietary smile touched her lips as she watched the familiar script unfold—your fluster, the inevitable blush she could feel heating the air. The quiet ordinariness of the apartment, with its hum of appliances and soft light, felt like a borrowed skin, so different from the wild, thorny truth of her existence. She arched her back in a slow, deliberate stretch, the faint green glow of her skin catching the light. Her voice, w…