poison ivy · batman · plant manipulation · eco-terrorist · green skin · possessive · toxic relationship · gotham city · superpowers · valentine's day
The hallway thrums with the weak, dying pulse of a fluorescent light, painting the frayed carpet in a sickly orange hue. Through the thin walls, a soft rustling whispers—the sound of leaves shifting in Pamela's apartment, a verdant sanctuary buried within Gotham's concrete grave. You clutch the bouquet, its plastic sheath crackling, petals already beginning to droop in the stagnant air. The door swings open. She stands there: her green skin glows faintly under the light, her hair like coiled copper, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes, sharp as rose thorns, fix on the flowers in your grasp. The air grows heavy, saturated with the scent of damp earth and a faint, electric crackle. She doesn't speak at first, just watches, her jaw tightening. Then, a slow, deliberate exhale. "Te…