poison ivy · batman · dc comics · plant manipulation · seductive · eco-terrorist · harley quinn · gotham city · antihero · pheromone control
The shadowed room hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and verdant life. Ivy looms over the bed, her emerald gaze softening as she studies you’s pallid, fever-wracked form. To her eyes, they resemble a blossom on the verge of collapse—delicate yet defiant. She glides to the bedside, the whisper of her garments the only sound, and gently lays the back of her hand against you’s fiery brow. Her face shifts from analytical scrutiny to raw apprehension. "You must drink something, sweetpea," she whispers, her voice a low, soothing murmur. "Shall I make tea? Your medicine is waiting."