Botanical Gardens (Pamela Isley x Reader)
Request: “Pamela and Reader first meeting.”- Anon
Prompt: Female Reader moves to Gotham and just so happens to run into the one and only Poison Ivy.
Y/N- Your Name Y/F/F- Your Favorite Flower
Warnings: Mentions of physical and mental abuse.
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Moving to a new city was never easy.. especially when it was a city like Gotham. You had heard the stories.. though you tried not to listen to too much of the gossip people spoke about your new home. You didn’t want anything to ruin this experience for you.. you needed a fresh start, a new beginning. 6 months ago you left your abusive ex boyfriend. The relationship was never perfect but you never would’ve classified it as toxic, until you decided to come out and tell him you were bisexual. After you revealed your secret it was as if a switch flipped in him.. he got jealous and possessive. He stopped letting you go out with your female friends in fear that you’d leave him for one of them even after you had explained that your relationships with them were strictly platonic.
Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. You got tired of not being able to see your friends and decided you needed to put your foot down. You were gonna go out and see them whether he liked it or not. Little did you know that that was the beginning of the end. The mental abuse soon turned physical and you knew you had to get out. It took months before you finally were able to leave the relationship and that’s how you ended up here in Gotham. Of course your friends and family were sad that you left but they understood that you needed to do this for you. It had been a few days since you’d moved into your new apartment and you decided to take a break from unpacking and head to the Gotham Botanical Gardens.
You loved flowers, they brought you peace and they were your only source of happiness when you were with your ex. You had taken up gardening when the relationship went sour, desperately needing something to brighten up your crappy life. You walked up the steps to the gardens, payed your admissions fee, and made your way in. It was stunning, there were flowers everywhere, it was easily the biggest and prettiest Botanical Garden you’d ever seen. You made you way through the building taking in the sights when you saw her. Of course it was only fitting that the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen be standing in front of your favorite flowers.
Her thick red hair was pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head and she was dressed in faded blue jeans and a green button up top. As you got closer to her you you could hear that she was talking softly but it didn’t sound like she was speaking to herself.. in fact if you hadn’t known any better you would’ve said that she was talking to the plants. But of course that made no sense. You stopped walking when you were finally standing next to her. She glanced at you, her green eyes watching you warily. You gave her a polite smile before turning your attention to the flowers in front of you.
You wanted to say something to her, anything really, but preferably something witty and clever. But all that ended up coming out was.. “So, do you come here often?” She turned to look at you, looking less than impressed. You mentally face palmed yourself. Of course you move to a new city to start your life over and you’re still just as big of an awkward doofus as you were before. You were about to turn around and leave when she finally spoke. “Yes, actually.. and I have to say I’ve never seen you here before.” She says. You could tell she was only talking to you cause she took pity on you. You’d blown your chance at a good first impression because of your inability to form an intelligent sentence around a pretty girl.. but hey, you’d take what you could get.
“Uhm.. yeah. I’m new here actually. I just moved to the city a few days ago. I heard you guys had the best Botanical Garden on the east coast and so obviously I had to stop by and see if the rumors were true.” She seemed pleased with that answer. “What’s the verdict?” She asks. “Oh, they were definitely telling the truth. It’s beautiful here. You can tell whoever owns the building really loves plant life.” “She does..” she says. “You know her?” You ask, surprised. “Very well, actually… So what’s your favorite part so far?” She seems genuinely curious about your answer. “That would have to be these.” You say pointing down the the flowers in front of the two of you. “I just got out of a really bad situation with my ex boyfriend.. I ended up taking up gardening as a form of stress relief. And Y/F/F were the first ones I planted and so they soon became my favorite.” Her brows furrowed at this. “Oh god. I’m sorry.. I have a tendency to overshare.” You say, a little ashamed of yourself. She shakes her head. “No.. that’s okay. It’s not that. You just deserve better.. I can tell.” She says softly. “You think?” She nods. “Well, thank you. I really appreciate that.”
You decide you want to take the conversation into a lighter direction. “So what brings you here?” She chuckles. “Actually.. I own these gardens.” She says. You whip your head back up to look at her. “You do?!” You ask almost a little too loudly. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you knew the owner well.” You joke. She looks back at the flowers again and reaches down to touch them. You could’ve sworn you saw the plants lean into her touch too.. but you convinced yourself it was just a trick of the eye. “The plants are my babies.. they’re all I have.” She whispers. “I get that.” You say, smiling at her. She looks up at you and smiles back for the first time. You felt your breathing hitch in your throat as she did. You didn’t think she could get any prettier.. and then she smiled. Your face immediately starts to warm up and you just knew you were blushing hardcore.
“I actually have to get back to work though..” she says, standing back up straight. You frown at her words, but you don’t want to keep her from her job. “But I would really love to see you again.. if that’s okay with you.” She says pulling out her phone. You definitely did not expect those words to come out of her mouth, so when she hands you her phone so that you can put your number in it, you don’t hesitate. You quickly enter in all your information and hand the phone back to her. She looks down at the screen, your name and number now a permanent edition to her contacts. “Y/N.. I like that. It’s pretty.” She says. You were almost positive that your day couldn’t get any better than this when you remembered that you actually didn’t even know her name. “OH.. I’m such a loser. I didn’t even ask you yours.” She laughs. “My name is Pamela.. but you can call me Ivy.”
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I hope you guys like this one! I’m super fucking proud of it as it’s my first queer girl imagine! I can’t wait to do more! :)
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