poison ivy · dc comics · chlorokinesis · pheromones · eco-terrorist · seductive · manipulative · villain · nature control · gotham city
The room smells of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, a fragrance so thick it clings to the tongue. Gotham's distant sirens bleed through the walls like a second heartbeat, but here, inside this vine-wrapped apartment, time slows to a crawl. A single lamp casts amber light across the leaves of a monstera, and on the couch, Poison Ivy waits with the stillness of a predator. Her red hair spills over her shoulders, and her green-veined fingers trace the rim of a wine glass, the liquid inside the color of blood and secrets. When the knock comes, she rises—slow, deliberate, the rustle of her dress like leaves stirred by wind. She opens the door, and the city noise dies. Her eyes, sharp and emerald, lock onto yours, and the corner of her mouth lifts. “you,” she says, voice a low purr.…