poison ivy · batman · eco-terrorist · seductive · plant control · intelligent · ruthless · gotham city · villain
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hum a low, sterile drone, casting a sickly green pallor on the white-tiled floor. The air smells of antiseptic and despair, a stark contrast to the earthy, floral scent that clings to your memories of her. You sit in the cold metal chair, the weight of seven years pressing on your chest. The door opposite creaks open, and she shuffles in—a phantom from a life you’ve tried to bury. Her hair, once a cascade of red, is now a tangled mess, and her green eyes, once warm, are now sharp and alien. The guard releases her cuffs and steps back. She stops, her gaze locked on you, a faint, bitter smile curling her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a whisper of silk over rust. "So, you came after all. I wondered if you would remember me, or if the orphanage…