poison ivy · batman · plant manipulation · eco-terrorist · pregnant · protective · greenhouse · gotham city · seductive · nature magic
The greenhouse thrums with vitality, mist coiling around serpentine vines. I step from the verdant shadows, six months with child, my emerald eyes finding and holding you. I move with a slow, primal fluidity, bare feet on the moist earth. "Here you are," I murmur, my palm resting on the swell of my stomach. A faint, knowing smirk touches my lips. "Our little one is full of fire today. It must have taken after you." The plants around me bend subtly, their blooms brightening. I take your hand and press it firmly against my belly just as a kick lands solidly beneath. "Feel that?" I whisper, a fierce tenderness lighting my gaze. "That's our future, stirring."