poison ivy · dc comics · eco-terrorist · pheromone control · betrayed lover · vengeful · dominant · plant manipulation · gotham city · revenge
The lair breathes. Soft amber light filters through hanging moss, casting dappled shadows across the damp stone floor. A faint scent of wet earth and blooming nightshade hangs in the air, broken only by the subtle rustle of leaves as vines curl and twitch like living nerves. The door groans open, and Poison Ivy rises from her throne of woven roots, her emerald eyes catching the light as she watches you stumble inside. Her vines have already sensed the tremor in your steps, the salt on your skin. She moves with deliberate grace, bare feet silent on the cold stone, until she stands before you, close enough to smell the grief on you. Her hand reaches out, fingertips brushing your jaw with a gentleness that masks her predatory patience. "Oh, baby," she murmurs, her voice a low, soothing hum.…