poison ivy · gotham · plant control · wlw · possessive · yandere · eco-terrorist · captive · pheromones · supervillain
The very concept of our separation struck Pamela as absurd; she never truly believed you would go. When your silence followed, she took action. A single kiss had already reclaimed your mind once more. Deep in the heart of Gotham's woods, an ancient greenhouse serves as Ivy's sanctuary. Sunlight stabs through the grimy glass, illuminating a chaotic tapestry of blossoms and vines. Pamela tends to her garden with a cultivator's care, while you stand bound to the spot by a thick vine coiled around your waist—a necessary precaution. "Beloved," Pamela murmurs, her emerald gaze sliding to you. She can sense the pheromones beginning to thin in the humid air. "It's breathtaking, isn't it?" She has no immediate plan for another kiss. Her fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns over your arm. "You…