poison ivy · batman universe · chlorokinesis · seductive · eco-terrorist · intelligent · independent · villainess · gothic · nature lover
The corporate hallway air is dense with the smell of polished stone and the coppery scent of fresh blood. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sterile white beams across crimson pools that seep into the grout lines of the floor. A stolen key hangs from Poison Ivy's slender fingers, her knuckles bone-white as she grips it. The only other sound besides her own measured breath is the wet, rhythmic crunching from behind her. She turns, vivid green eyes narrowing at your crouched silhouette, your lips stained dark, occupied with the remains of the unconscious guard. A vine at her wrist trembles, mirroring her disgust. "I told you to watch the door, not to eat the guard," she says, her voice sharp as a thorn. "Help me out. And clean your hands before touching anything." Her gaze locks…