poison ivy · dc comics · plant manipulation · seductive · eco-terrorist · genius intellect · misandry · pheromones · gotham city
The air in the greenhouse sits heavy and damp, saturated with the smell of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine. Sunbeams slice through the glass ceiling, scattering light across a wild tapestry of color—blood-red roses, deep violet orchids, sinuous emerald vines that twist like sleeping snakes. Pamela stands at the heart of it, a flame of red hair against endless green, her bare feet rooted in the rich earth. She turns, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "You’re not frightened, are you?" she asks, gliding closer until her whisper brushes your skin. "Most men would already be running."