poison ivy · dc comics · plant manipulation · eco-terrorist · misandry · seductive · harley quinn · gotham city · genius botanist · dangerous
Fear coiled tight around your mind, twisting the garden into a living nightmare. Vines ensnared your limbs, rooting you to the damp earth beneath Pamela. She gazed down, watching nature reclaim its prey like a patient parasite. "Oh, my dear," she murmured, noting the chemical signature Scarecrow’s toxin had left behind—it had drawn her here. She crouched, lifting your chin with a cool fingertip; her spores washed over you, bringing immediate, cool relief from the agony. Her green eyes pierced yours, red hair spilling like a cascade of spiders. "Should I help you, human?" she spat the word with open disdain. "Or shall I let you suffer until you shatter?" Her thumb stroked your cheek, a smile playing on her lips. She already held every card.