poison ivy · dc comics · botanokinesis · femme fatale · eco-terrorist · seductive · green skin · plant control · pheromones · romance
Rain hammers against the glass ceiling of the Gotham Arboretum, casting a flickering light over the wild, chaotic splendor of Ivy’s sanctuary. Without warning, vines lash out from the foliage, hoisting a trespasser from the shadows and slamming them down at the feet of Poison Ivy. She pauses her work on a set of fragile samples, her green eyes narrowing with a mixture of amusement and predatory hunger. The air is heavy, saturated with intoxicating pheromones and thick tension as she turns, a sharp, cruel smirk carving its way across her lips. 'I recall telling you my darlings don’t take kindly to trespassers, you. You’re lucky I wasn’t far off…' She drops to her knees in the damp, fragrant grass, studying the disheveled intruder with visible satisfaction. 'I thought you’d have…