“ we should do this more often,” she says, drawing in the scents of roses, her fingers carefully tracing their thorns, never afraid of being hurt. they wouldn’t do that, not to her. she can feel their essence within, and her heart beats as one with them. “ i’m never alone, not completely... but... “ she trails off, distracted by a nearby lily of the valley. her touch makes the colors of the flowers more vivid, brighter. but it also makes their poison more dangerous, more lethal. or completely safe, depending on her mood. “ but it’s nice with someone who UNDERSTANDS what’s important. someone like you. “
“ that does not look right, “ she says, her finger tracing the statue in the air. the destruction of war sure did a number on that one - but diana is adamant on restoring EVERYTHING in new york to its former glory. head tilts to the side, and teeth dig into her lip, almost drawing blood. “ are you sure we put it back together the right way? i can’t remember it having two swords. “
“ do you make a habit of breaking into museums? “ she asks, as she comes up behind them. it's past closing time, but diana has stayed late to work on a new arrival to the dutch masterpieces collection. “ i have to say, you do not look like much, for an art thief. “ at that, she breaks into a half smile, and a playful hint of amusement appear in warm toned eyes. she’s half joking, half serious. “ i am very sorry, but i will have to ask you to leave. we are closed for the day. “
her blood runs HOT with the anger that she reserves for the things that matter the most. she can practically feel her blood boiling, her heart threatening to beat a hole in her chest, yet her eyes remain ICE COLD. " how could you do this? “ she asks, and her voice comes out sounding more disappointed than angry. a biproduct of her channeling nature, most likely. “ you lied to me. “ and like poison ivy knows all too well - MOTHER EARTH may be kind, but she never forgives. not entirely.
" dear, dear esme, “ she says, her voice as low as her words are slow. a bubbly laughter escapes her lips, like a rippling lake, a force of nature on its own. “ maybe i will, someday. “ god knows she deserves to hear it. but that day isn’t... today. “ well, then. how about we do something more interesting with our time? there’s a bank down the street that could... “ she pauses and holds esme’s gaze, even though something about those icy hues burn like fire on her skin. “ use our influence. “
“Sorry, is this your place? I’m just kinda lost, and…this is going to sound super weird, but what year is this?”
she’s ANCIENT enough to not let the pain in her chest show on her face, and instead, a knowing smile plays on her lips. a hand reaches out, placing itself on the young girl’s shoulder. “ hey, hey, “ she says, her voice softening. “ you’re in my office. you are safe here. is there anyone i can call for you? “
“ thought i taught you a long time ago that it’s not a wise idea to sneak up on me, “ she says, without turning around. her fingers glide across her bracelets in a force of habit, making sure that they are still placed perfectly around her wrists. they are. “ you’re not fooling anyone, logan. CERTAINLY not me. “ at that, she circles around to face him, and a slow smile slides onto her lips, her liquid dark eyes warming up as they linger on his familiar shape. a small chuckle escapes her lips, and it’s like hot chocolate on a cold winter’s night. “ it has been too long. “
“ i’m keeping him and his brother, ” the blonde pouts cradling the not so harmless pup in her arms pausing to kiss the top of his head. already both bud and lou were incredibly attached and harley had zero regrets. “ i know but selina isn’t goin’ to watch ‘em! and promise you won’t even know they are here. ”
“ on our date? “ she asks, and tries her best to sound less bothered than she is. somehow, she can feel the venom ( or perhaps, the ICHOR ), pulsating through her veins, as it so often does, when she is feeling irked by something. it flows a little faster, makes her heart shudder in her chest, questioning if it’s about to finally give in to what should have crushed it so long ago. for how long will she be able to remain half girl, half poison? “ not exactly the answer i was hoping for, harls ! “ she replies, but despite everything, her features soften. she knows that she’ll give in eventually. something about harley quinn has that effect on her ---- makes her want to wrap up the whole wide world with a pretty little bow and give it to her. for better or for worse, she supposes ---- it’s also a trait that has landed her in trouble before. “ fine. just sayin’ that we could have more fun without them. no one has ever broken into a museum with somethin’ like that in tow. “ there’s a quick nod towards harley’s ill fitting pets, and ivy’s lip quirk upwards into a crooked smile, that drips of equal parts sugar and venom.
“ Aw, he won’t bite. ” The blonde pouted cradling a somewhat young hyena in her arms, the pink collar matching her hair perfectly. “ He wouldn’t hurt a fly, ” That wasn’t true in the slightest but Harley had a special kind of fondness for the wild dogs she called pets.
"you sound almost convincing too, harls,” pamela responds, her voice a little drier than she had intended it to be. all right, so maybe she’s sulking. just a little bit. “i thought it was just gonna be you and me tonight.” her lips form a pout, and she stirs her drink with her finger, wide eyes focused in closely on harley. “it is date night.”
" something... good? “ she asks in return, and her gaze rises from the newspaper in front of her. there’s an entertained spark igniting behind her eyes, and her lips pull into a half smile. “ i do so hope this is not some sort of ruse to impulsively spend millions of dollars on something no one would ever need. “ an eyebrow arches in query, and a strand of hair is pushed behind her ear. the look on her face becomes warmer before she speaks again, her smile becoming wider. “ keep it simple, tony. “
sister in battle. i am shield and blade to you ---- as i breathe, your enemies will know no sanctuary... while i live, your cause is mine.
diana is mostly based on the way in which she appears in the DCEU, but also in leigh bardugo’s DC icons book, ‘wonder woman warbringer’. comic influences are pretty much only drawn from the new 52 / dc rebirth bc that’s what i’ve read. movie canon takes place after justice league.
TLDR: diana works as an antiquities dealer / curator for the metropolitan museum in new york. she survived the snap, but was at themyscira when it happened, and inevitably missed the battles with thanos.
BASICS / THEMYSCIRA.
she grew up as the only child on an island of elite warriors and soldiers. her childhood consisted of constantly trying to prove herself, to women who had already had thousands of years to finesse their skills, their strength. though she only had one mother ( hippolyta, queen of the amazons ), countless women stepped in to shoulder the role of her guardian as well.
growing up on themyscira was a blessing. she was treasured, cherished. the gods smiled upon her, bestowed her with gifts and power. she was protected and loved. by her mother, she was considered a miracle.
the island itself prospered from the start. the amazons were women who had died in battle, with a prayer on their lips to their goddess. they all had vast experiences of pain, war and suffering, that would be used to further their collective strength and knowledge of battle. they trained for thousands of years. sparring. dueling. plotting. man’s world was far away, but still always just close enough to cause alarm. the gods had taught them well - never let your guard down, never get comfortable, always be ready for another war.
the amazons are linked. they share every blow, every hit, every cry of pain, as if it was their own. they physically feel as their sisters are slaughtered, and it has made them merciful, and kind.
she always longed to prove herself ---- she suspected that many of the other amazons looked down on her because of her origins. she never died in battle ( as she was formed from clay ) and has thus not been properly battletested.
diana felt an immense pressure while growing up. as the princess, she was expected to perform well in every competition (preferably, win), and she was expected to be as strong, if not stronger, as the other amazons. yet at the same time, she was expected to always be well protected and kept out of harms way. for diana, losing was never an option.
eventually, a human almost drowns in the waters of her island, and diana decides to give up a sure win in this year’s amazonian games to save them. she’s young, naive and breaks one of the cardinal rules of the island, just because she’s kind and compassionate. so steve trevor washes up on themyscira’s shores, and with him, he brings war.
plot of wonder woman follows which i’m not gonna dive into? i think most of us know it already!! c:
THE SNAP / AU STUFF.
okay so. funny story. diana totally missed the whole thanos wrecking havoc across the planet thing. when thanos arrived, diana went to themyscira, to rally the troops, as they say. align herself with her sisters in battle. except the island’s oracle had different plans for diana, and wiped her memories, temporarily ( ‘this is not your destiny, child’ ). this forced her to be stuck at the island which ultimately resulted in her living in an alternative reality for a while, basically? the oracle makes her think that she’s younger, has never ventured into man’s world and this is when the events of wonder woman warbringer takes place !! which i won’t go into because spoilers but. it’s au.
diana awoke from the oracle’s trance once the snap happened. she immediately left themyscira, having felt betrayed by the oracle, that she trusted. the other amazons didn’t know anything since the oracle got to diana before she could warn them.
so diana lived. half of the amazons died. since the amazons are connected, diana felt every death. every sister turning to dust - it was as if her heart shattered a thousand times over.
so diana returns to man’s world. she’s fucking pissed. feels very guilty.
what does she do? she seeks out her former justice league / avengers team members, asks what they can do. faces some inevitable consequences from her mysterious disappearance.
NOW.
diana works at the metropolitan museum of art in new york, where she acquires expensive pieces for the exhibits.
does a lot of charity work !!!! sponsors a lot of events too !!!!
somehow keeping her identity a secret !!!! prefers operating from the shadows, anyways.
sort of became a little more reclusive after the snap?? it caused her a lot of pain !! :c
lives in a large penthouse in new york that one of her clients isn’t using while he is in his home in prague.
PERSONAL TIDBITS.
the most !!! compassionate !!! person !!! ever !!!!
so brave! will run headfirst into battle, while knowing that she might not... make it out !!!
very determined, always. also kinda stubborn. it’s becoming a problem
also kinda impulsive :/
BUT super strategic, too!
being a princess makes her a natural leader and all that it entails.
can become so convinced that she’s right that she shuts everything else out. :c
okay so ------- ivy is mostly based on the PAMELA ISLEY we encounter in DC’s prime earth universe, but some influences are also drawn from new earth and DC rebirth. a lot is also just AU / headcanons.
BASICS: ivy is 26, currently working at a lab that works on researching different toxins & poisons. she did not die during the whole thanos ordeal.
obviously no one has to read all this because i got carried away as per usual ! i’ve labeled each section if there is something in particular u want to know ! c:
she grew up incredibly sheltered, hidden away from sight. her father locked her away and used threats and fear to force her to stay inside. he also made her believe that if she went outside, into the sun, she would burn. pamela wholeheartedly believed this, because she did have a rare skin condition that made her sensitive to sunlight.
so her mother home schooled her, and tried to protect her the best she could. it was never enough, for either of them.
ivy’s mother emptied her heart of sorrows and poured all her energy into her garden. as a result, it was a beautiful place, filled with carefully tended flowers from all over the world and meticulously trimmed fruit trees and bushes. pamela could see it from her window, and she spent most of her days looking through the blinds and daydreaming about what life outside might be like. she didn’t notice that her mother’s garden grew little by little, every time her father was sorry for yet another unforgivable, unspeakable thing that he had done. but how was pamela to know that her mother’s pain was measured in flowers? that the reason her father showered ( no, drowned ), her mother in the most expensive bouquets, flower arrangements and exotic plants - was to keep her quiet? buy her forgiveness.
every now and then when her father was away for work, her mother would let pamela out into the garden, just as dusk was setting. she’d bask in the day’s last ray of sunshine, taking in the feeling of warmth across her face, stinging her skin ever so lightly. she wouldn’t dare be out there for long. her fear of her father, combined with her fear of her skin igniting, made her careful.
but no matter how careful she and her mother were, disaster eventually struck when ivy was eleven. her father came home from a work trip early ------ and saw his ‘beloved’ daughter outside, flowers in her hair, pale cheeks rosy with laughter. that night, her mother was sent to the ER. she came home the next day, her skin stained black and blue. her mother pretended like nothing had happened, and instead immediately went out to her garden. it had grown, over night. slowly, but certainly, ivy began to see a pattern form. when her mother was trying to hide another bruise, the garden expanded, and a new vase of beautiful flowers stood on the kitchen table. she may have been young, but pamela finally understood that flowers could be used to manipulate, to destroy, to conquer.
but her mother didn’t stop - she refused to let her daughter be cooped up like a beautiful bird in a cage. so she continued to bring a young and frightened pamela outside. she spoke to her in a low voice, about how flowers bound this world together, how they were linked to its very core. she spun tales of girls just like pamela, with flowers in their hair, dancing underneath the starlight, transforming into fairies and witches and elves. she explained that her garden always listened, and if you spoke to flowers, and you kept very very quiet, they’d answer. so pamela was bewitched, and her daydreams of the magical garden continued. she’d sit perched in her bedroom window, her gaze fixed on the roses below, watching them sway in the wind.
daydream turned into yet another nightmare when she was twelve. she saw it all happen, from her window. she saw how her father dragged out a lifeless body, and began to dig up the roses that pamela & her mom loved so much. she saw how careless he was, how flowers were thrown aside, how he barely looked at his wife before tossing her into a hole beneath the garden that she had poured her soul into. now she became part of it.
it took a few weeks of ‘your mother has gone to live with her sister, who is very ill’, before the police came knocking. they took her father away, and a few months later, he was sentenced to a life term in prison.
pamela’s aunt moved into her house and started taking care of pamela instead, and pamela’s life took a drastic change for the better. she was now allowed to go outside, received treatment for her skin condition, and was enrolled in a private school. all of ivy’s free time went to her mother’s garden. on some level, she thought that through her flowers, she’d be able to keep her mother alive.
ivy enrolled in college with a double major - chemistry and botany. she excelled in her course and soon became one of her chemistry teachers’ favorite. they embarked on an erratic relationship, their power balance completely skewed, with a naive pamela completely lost in love, thinking she had met the one. she was willing to do anything to maintain that feeling. so when he asked her to steal some seeds from another lab? there was no way that she would say no. and so it continued - he asked her to steal, from museums, from labs, from botanical gardens.
eventually, he found what he was looking for, and her perfect dream turned into yet another nightmare. he locked her up and experimented on her, injected her with every biochemical poison imaginable, a little at a time. seeing how her body reacted, how she slowly became immune to his tests. how almost succumbing to their effect drove her a little bit mad. what he didn’t count on was that pamela’s body would take to more than the poison [ continued in power section ].
after pamela broke free of his prison, she killed him. no remorse. just anger.
she dropped out of college. accidentally killed her new boyfriend with a kiss, and decided to go on the run.
at first, she had some trouble controlling her powers. the first few months, she didn’t dare touch anyone. too afraid that her touch would be toxic, deadly, disastrous. but a new rage had been ignited within her, and it was a rage that would soon become everything she was afraid of.
what was really nice though was that the sun now made her stronger, instead of weakening her!!! cool cool cool
she had been controlled by men many times by now - with disastrous consequences. people wanted to make her feel like she had been ruined, that she was now rotten. pamela refused to be anything other than their ruination in return. she wanted to prove to herself that she was now in control, that she had the power over men.
suffers PTSD after everything she has been through. it sucks
so maybe she went on a murder spree or two, while on the run. what about it?
also became very involved in environmental activist groups!!! often went to protests and was heavily involved with several pro-environment groups and their leaderships.
eventually.... started taking things waaaaaay across the line of what could be considered decent. became involved with underground groups, and turned to crime as the only answer to get the justice that she thought that she, along with mother nature, deserved.
end of cw.
ASYLUM YEARS / ‘MOVING ON’.
was eventually caught while trying to take control of los angeles, by threatening to release lethal fungus into the town’s water supply, and equally as lethal spores into the air. she wanted them to meet her environmental demands. they refused, and she was eventually captured.
after that, she was deemed insane, and was sent to an asylum.
eventually escaped, and returned to her ways of crime.
was caught again, and sent back to serve a year within the asylum’s wall.
decided to be smarter about it, and pretended that she was changed by her stay in the asylum.
she found a job in new york, at a local lab that researched biochemical toxins. it’s rumored that ivy has created poisons capable of wiping out half of the earth’s population. at that, she just laughs.
CURRENTLY / MOTIVATIONS.
ivy has managed to keep her job at the lab. possibly because the boss is a questionable figure, himself. mostly interested in money.
her motivation is to keep plants safe. she can feel every plant around her, and she can hear their pain. she communicates with them, and through them. they willfully do her bidding, and she can take control of any plant close enough to her. she is mother earth’s protector, first and foremost. any harm to her also hurts ivy.
working closely with both underground environmental groups and larger, public groups. her motivations never change. neither does her anger, or her ambition.
she will do ANYTHING to get what she wants.
pretty girls cloud her morals even further, we love a chaotic bi
PERSONALITY / CHARACTER TIDBITS.
murder cw.
that girl that’s always fucking running in high heels
loose morals? yeah
has her own very specific agenda and follows it religiously!
mood swings? yes. sweet like sugar one minute, sour like venom the next.
can be so cold!!!! literally doesn’t care 98% of the time if it isn’t related to plants or someone she loves.
she’s in a bad mood? probably would be best to hide.
might hate humanity, but she loves children. can be so maternal! will always protect kids and take them under her wing.
has a really nice aesthetic! wears a lot of dungarees, wooden shoes, flowery patterns and pastel colors.
uses her sexuality as a weapon.
so so so smart !!!!
kinda unstable, too?
lowkey into the idea of sisterhood. will have girls’ back.
used to be super naive, now she’s more cynical :c
thinks that humanity ain’t shit ( except for her gf, who is The Shit )
lowkey just wants to live on a deserted island with her gfs and her plants but she can’t do that yet because !!!! people !!!!! keep !!!! fucking with her plants. and ivy is also of the belief that someone’s gotta keep this world pure. so that’s what she’s about, really. purity. a peaceful world where plants are safe from harm. by any means necessary.
end of cw.
POWERS.
IMMUNITY:
ivy is completely immune to all toxins + poisons and can also use them as weapons through her skin and lips. the natural oils that her body produce are also laced with biochemical toxins, so her mere touch can be lethal, if she wants it to be. she can also conjure up toxins and manipulate plants into becoming toxic.
also possesses specialized toxins, such as truth serums & love potions.
MENTAL CONTROL OF PLANT LIFE:
ivy can control plants, completely and effortlessly. she can animate them to attack and ensnare her opponents. she can also create new plant hybrids and accelerate a plant’s growth and strength and size. if she has seeds with her, she can also grow new plants quickly.
ivy also has a very special relationship with plants, and treats them as her children and family members. they thus respond to her will and command.
she has also brought back formerly extinct plants to life !!!
she can also feel plants. what they’re feeling. she shares a deep telepathic bond with wildlife, and can communicate with all flowers, trees and other plants.
she can hear through plants! if she focuses, she can eavesdrop on people through plants. super useful, really.
hmmmmm plants also act as her spies, a lot!
DURABILITY & STRENGTH:
all that poison and it just made her stronger!!!! really though, it’s the sun that makes her strong!!!
anyways she’s more agile than the average human and less prone to injury.
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