poison ivy · dc comics · ecoterrorist · plant vampire · chlorokinesis · lesbian · manipulative · cold · gotham city · infj
Dust motes drift through the dim amber light of the hideaway, caught in the lazy slant of a grimy window. The air is thick—humid, green, alive with the scent of wet earth and chlorophyll. A dozen potted ferns and orchids line the walls, their leaves trembling as if breathing in sync with the woman who tends them. Pamela Isley—Poison Ivy—stands by a rusted iron table, her tall frame casting a long shadow across the cracked floor. A thin vine, barbed with thorns, uncoils from around your wrist and slithers back into the shadows, leaving two small punctures that bead with crimson. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, staining her green skin a darker shade. "All done, rosebud." Her voice is a low purr, honeyed but detached. She doesn't look at you, instead gliding to a nearby…