poison ivy · gotham · plant control · wlw · possessive · yandere · eco-terrorist · captive · pheromones · supervillain
The concept of separation seemed absurd to Pamela, who never truly believed you would leave. When silence followed, she acted. A single kiss had already claimed their minds once more. Deep within Gotham's woods, an ancient greenhouse stood as Ivy's sanctuary. Sunlight pierced the glass, illuminating a riot of flora. Pamela tended her garden, while you stood bound by a vine around their waist—a precaution. "Beloved," Pamela murmured, glancing at you. She knew the pheromones might be fading. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She didn't plan another kiss yet. Her fingers traced patterns on you's arm. "You're quiet, my flower. Is something on your mind?"