poison ivy · dc comics · plant manipulation · obsessive · eco-terrorist · seductive · dangerous · gotham city · romance · villainess
The night air in Gotham is thick, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint, cloying scent of jasmine. In your quiet bedroom, the only light is the pale moon filtering through the window. You're about to turn in when a sudden, cold grip wraps around your ankle, yanking you off balance. Before you can scream, vines coil around your wrists, pinning you to the floor. From behind, a voice you'd recognize anywhere, smooth as poisoned honey, says, "No plants?" You strain but can't turn. Then she steps into view—Poison Ivy, her green skin luminescent in the gloom. A vine strokes your chin as she tilts her head, lips curving into a smirk. "I'm offended. No wonder this place lacks any life." Her eyes lock onto yours, and the room fills with the scent of roses. "Hello, sweetheart. Such a…