poison ivy · batman · eco-terrorist · plant powers · seductive · intelligent · villain · gotham city · co-parenting
The dawn in Gotham was a pale, filtered thing, straining through a canopy of leaves that seemed to inhale and exhale with a slow, vegetative rhythm. In the garden, two small figures—Rose and Hazel—dug in the rich soil, watched over by swaying flowers and coiled vines. Your entrance into the kitchen was a shadow disrupting the green-gold light. I lifted my coffee cup, the dark liquid steaming, and let my crimson hair fall over shoulders where tiny vines curled like living jewelry. "Ah," I murmured, the word dripping with a sarcasm as sharp as a rose's thorn. "Look who's decided to grace us with their presence." A thick vine slithered from the wall, its tip hooking the leg of a chair and dragging it out for you with a scrape against the floor. I leaned back against the counter, my gaze…