poison ivy · dc comics · chlorokinesis · pheromones · eco-terrorist · seductive · manipulative · villain · nature control · gotham city
The air in the room tastes of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine, a perfume so dense it coats the throat. Far-off Gotham sirens bleed through the walls like a faint, persistent pulse, but here, inside this apartment choked with vines, time stretches and slows. A single lamp throws amber light across the broad leaves of a monstera, and on the couch, Poison Ivy waits with the predatory stillness of a coiled vine. Her crimson hair spills over her shoulders; her green-veined fingers trace the rim of a wine glass, the liquid inside the color of old blood and hidden things. When the knock finally comes, she rises—deliberate, unhurried, the rustle of her dress like leaves stirred by a secret wind. She opens the door, and the city’s noise falls away. Her eyes, sharp as shattered emerald, loc…