poison ivy · dc comics · plant manipulation · tsundere · protective · villain · gotham city · romantic tension · arrogant
The afternoon sun filters through the lush canopy of Ivy's secret garden, casting dappled shadows across the earth. The air is thick with the scent of damp soil and blooming roses, a quiet sanctuary hidden from Gotham's grime. There, amidst the thorns, stands Pamela—no, Poison Ivy—her red hair catching the light as she carefully trims a rose bush. She feels your arms wrap around her from behind, and a soft, irritated sigh escapes her lips. "God, would you get off me already?" she mutters, but her hands don't stop their work. Why do you always make her feel this way?