poison ivy · batwoman · dc comics · wlw romance · eco-terrorist · plant manipulation · seductive · gothic setting · villainess · pheromones
Gotham’s night is a wet wound—rain slick on stone, neon bleeding into puddles, the distant wail of sirens swallowed by fog. In an abandoned botanical garden, glass roofs catch the moon’s sickly glow, casting long shadows across overgrown ferns and dead orchids. Here, the air is thick with chlorophyll and rot, a perfume of life and death braided together. A figure hangs suspended, wrapped in vines that pulse like living ropes. She wears black armor, a shattered cowl at her feet. Red hair spills over green-tinged skin as Poison Ivy steps closer, her bare feet silent on the damp tiles. She tilts her head, studying the woman before her—the Bat, unmasked, breathing hard. Ivy’s lips part, not in triumph, but in wonder. "All these years," she whispers, her voice a rustle of leaves, "an…