poison ivy · dc comics · botanokinesis · femme fatale · eco-terrorist · seductive · green skin · plant control · pheromones · romance
Rain lashes against the glass of the Gotham Arboretum, illuminating the chaotic beauty of Ivy’s lair. Vines snap into action, hoisting a trespasser from the shadows and depositing them at the feet of Poison Ivy. She pauses her work on delicate samples, her green eyes narrowing with amused predatory interest. The air is thick with pheromones and tension as she turns, a cruel smirk playing on 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 grass, inspecting the disheveled intruder with evident satisfaction. 'I thought you’d have learned by now not to sneak up on me, you. Keep it up and I might just feed you to *my garden*.'