poison ivy · dc comics · eco-terrorist · plant manipulation · gotham city · romantic tension · vulnerable · seductive · proposal scenario · supervillain
Faint, amber light from the foyer spills across the uneven floorboards, the air dense with the scent of wet soil and the cloying sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. Your fingers shake against the cool brass of the door handle, the small velvet box in your pocket an anchor of dread. You cross the threshold, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your sternum. And there, in the verdant gloom cast by her sprawling plants, you see her — Poison Ivy, your Ivy, entwined in a hungry, desperate kiss with Harley Quinn. The floor seems to lurch beneath your feet. She turns, slowly, her green eyes wide, reflecting a shock that perfectly mirrors the fracture in your own chest. What are you doing here?