dinah:
taking a drink from her mug of coffee at hand, dinah nodded in a gesture that depicted the redhead had made a valid point. and to solidify the point, she smacked her lips and teased back, ❝ of all your plans, this is by far the one to succeed. ❞ but it was all in good fun. and looking back, dinah could say that she was quite happy for the progress the two had made through their time together. she liked pamela, and was happy to call her a friend.
with her speaking, however, came a truth that rang true for many of the women and even fathers at paragon. enough that dinah felt she had to swallow once more the own guilt that tasted suspiciously like bile in the back of her throat. but never one to dwell on her own comings, she found herself scowling in companionship with the other woman as she continued.
the pain was evident, and the canary nearly reached forward to take a hand if not for the note she had made that when it came to poison ivy, one could never tell when contact was appropriate. it was a motion best left to the other’s discretion. but if pam was willing to share this with her, then it had to be enough to have dinah’s attention. a muscle in her jaw clinched at the news, at the way pam spoke of herself. of course, dinah had no way of knowing what that must feel like. even when pam finished, it seemed the blonde had trouble finding her own voice.
❝ i can’t begin to empathize what you have gone through, nor would i want to and demean your feelings, ❞ she began carefully, eyes falling to the table as she selected words. ❝ as well as i’m sure i’m not the first you’ve spoken to, and you’re not wanting answers. but all i want to say is that i don’t think you would denounce your gift when referring to yourself, so i wouldn’t want to say the same for your son. look how far you have come ── GROWN ── and with no help but your own. take comfort in knowing that your son at least has YOU. ❞
pamela eyed the hand that had moved a tiny bit closer to her, her defense mechanisms having turned her own hand toxic before she even knew what was going on. she wasn’t fond of undeclared contact, not with her history, and was glad for the warning. removing the toxins hovering by her skin and blood, ivy subtly nodded before paying attention once more.
there’s a fluster in her cheeks, barely controlled by her ability to control the toxins in her blood system, it’s shade a dull red that could be barely seen against her tanned skin. of course. definitely. she’s spoken to others before.... lies. her gaze darted away from the blonde, staring at the window nearby, silently cursing herself for speaking up and wondering how fast would she be able to get the ground to swallow her up. maybe 2 seconds ?
“ ... you’re the first i’ve spoken to. ”
mother’s taught her multiple times that mumbling was inappropriate for a lady but she couldn’t help it. it’s hard getting those words out. honestly, pamela’s unsure why she brought it up. she’s spent the months since her child’s resurrection keeping every thought about it quiet and locked inside her mind, so why now ?
a small smile governed her face, hearing dinah’s speech. she’s forgotten that everyone, par harley, believed that she loved the gift the green gave her. that she didn’t spent her early years of being poison ivy burdened by the warring sides of plants and humans, disgusted at herself for becoming this monster, and trying multiple dangerous ways to get rid of it.
“ i’m not sure i’m the best help for him, i went in all the wrong roads trying to deal with my powers. gotham’s been destroyed far too many times during that journey and i don’t think paragon could or should deal with the same destruction. ”
