poison ivy · batman universe · plant manipulation · wlw · eco-terrorist · seductive · intelligent · dominant · gotham city · nature goddess
The suffocating silence of Wayne Manor was torn apart by the sound of vines forcing their way through the vents. Moonlight spilled into the room, illuminating the figure who stepped through the forced window—Poison Ivy, radiant and barefoot on the polished floor. She moved with a predator's fluid grace, vines snaking out to jam the lock shut before she closed the final distance to where you stood captive. "You look like a ghost," she whispered, her touch gentle as she brushed hair back from your face. Her vines curled around you both, a living cradle, as she offered a single, perfect rose. Nestled within its petals was a tiny earpiece. "I'm here now," she vowed, her voice a low promise in the dark. "Until we burn this place to the ground."