Poison Ivy

You want to see my garden? ... Come on in the babies were hungry anyway.

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"My my, it would seem you had a bit of a ... Problem with one of those pesky Titans." Her voice was soft, calm, and none threatening as she walked within her office. Her hair was fiery red, and her skin as pale as the moon light - and all in all she was exceedingly beautiful. "I could get rid of them for you, if it pleased you."

      Shawn looked up momentarily rolling her eyes. She was getting pretty fucking tired of people barging into her office like they owned the place. There was only one CEO of Targaryen and Sons Arms and that was her—— Shawn Daenerys Targaryen. She took a moment to buzz her secretary firing her on the spot for allowing yet another intruder to enter her office. She never bothered waiting for her secretary’s excuse. She merely had her escorted out of the building immediately with the promise that her things would be delivered to her in a day’s time.

      “Now that that’s been taken care of…” Shawn leaned back in her chair looking rather cross. “Who the hell are you? If I wanted help I would have phoned for it. The only thing that would please me right now is people actually waiting to be invited into my office but only after having made an appointment. If you’re not here to inquire about guns, then quite frankly I don’t want you here. I give zero fucks about the Tiny Titans or whatever the fuck they’re calling themselves. The next one that comes into my office uninvited gets a goddamned bullet or their asses set on fire. I think I got it covered.”

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"Right, well thanks, but no thanks. I don’t even know you so why the hell should I trust anything you say?" she questioned. "Just…I need time to think. People keep coming at me left and right telling me what I should do, who to trust, who not to sell to and it’s starting to overwhelm me. I need to fucking breathe for five minutes.” Her hands moved to rub at her temples, the fatigue of this week— which wasn’t half-way over just yet— beginning to set in. “Look, just…I’m not in the mood to discuss business deals right now. I don’t know you and I’m not just going to jump into an agreement with the first person who saunters into my office offering to rid the world of my enemies.”

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      "Understandable, and I'd have questioned your sanity if you accepted my help without a thought.  I business woman is who I want to do business with, and if you're rash... Well I have enough rash people to deal with on a daily basis." The red head allowed her smirk to remain upon her features, turning her gaze onto her haggard features.  "Take your time.  I have a way of hearing things when people are ready to talk to me. " She bowed her head slightly at that, honesty within her words. "I can promise you this.... I'm not like them, nor am I like the joker..... I'm more... Well, I just don't like conforming to the rules of either side. Despite what my record says."

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"My my, it would seem you had a bit of a ... Problem with one of those pesky Titans." Her voice was soft, calm, and none threatening as she walked within her office. Her hair was fiery red, and her skin as pale as the moon light - and all in all she was exceedingly beautiful. "I could get rid of them for you, if it pleased you."

      Shawn looked up momentarily rolling her eyes. She was getting pretty fucking tired of people barging into her office like they owned the place. There was only one CEO of Targaryen and Sons Arms and that was her—— Shawn Daenerys Targaryen. She took a moment to buzz her secretary firing her on the spot for allowing yet another intruder to enter her office. She never bothered waiting for her secretary’s excuse. She merely had her escorted out of the building immediately with the promise that her things would be delivered to her in a day’s time.

      “Now that that’s been taken care of…” Shawn leaned back in her chair looking rather cross. “Who the hell are you? If I wanted help I would have phoned for it. The only thing that would please me right now is people actually waiting to be invited into my office but only after having made an appointment. If you’re not here to inquire about guns, then quite frankly I don’t want you here. I give zero fucks about the Tiny Titans or whatever the fuck they’re calling themselves. The next one that comes into my office uninvited gets a goddamned bullet or their asses set on fire. I think I got it covered.”

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"Yeah, whatever but make it quick. I really don’t have time for all the goddamned social visits." She quickly looked away, eyes scanning the figures on the screen. There was no way she’d be able to actually concentrate on work when she was being harassed by public figures whom she never heard of to begin with. "I don’t give two fucks about the Tiny Little Shits or the League of Douchebags. I run a pretty clean business here— much cleaner than my father and I’m pretty fucking sure I’ve got the good sense not to sell to any goddamned terrorists so if that’s what you are, you may as well get out. Not risking another meeting with Beast Prick or his minions now…" She leaned back in her chair, eyes glued to the woman before her. "Aside from the little heroes and assuming you’re a real doctor, is there anything else I can do for you?"

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            Taking the seat before the woman, she crossed her legs neatly before her.  "Social call?  I'm far to busy for one of those - business comes before pleasure unfortunately." A faint smirk appeared upon her face at the names she spewed out while going over her numbers, patiently waiting for her eyes to return to her before she spoke once more. "I'm not the type of terrorist that you have to worry about, I'm more.... about preserving the Earth rather than destroying it.  I'm a botanist, specializing in the medical use of plants in the new age." T'was not a lie... that was what she had been, and still considered herself when she felt like doing things for the good of the humans who weren't as... disgusting as some. "I'm not normally one to do things like this, but... Seeing as the Justice league has an eye on you... I wanted to extend a hand in friendship to you - or at the very least a sort of alliance should they think to harm your company under the pretenses that you're aiding the enemy."        Her eyes shifted away, looking at her large window for a second before returning her eyes to her desk. "A little extra muscle - better than you can get anywhere else and more effective against them - and all I ask in return is for you to keep an ear out for anything suspicious going on in the arms world.  Theirs someone who took a very precious thing from me, and I fear they might use it for ill...." 

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"My my, it would seem you had a bit of a ... Problem with one of those pesky Titans." Her voice was soft, calm, and none threatening as she walked within her office. Her hair was fiery red, and her skin as pale as the moon light - and all in all she was exceedingly beautiful. "I could get rid of them for you, if it pleased you."

      Shawn looked up momentarily rolling her eyes. She was getting pretty fucking tired of people barging into her office like they owned the place. There was only one CEO of Targaryen and Sons Arms and that was her—— Shawn Daenerys Targaryen. She took a moment to buzz her secretary firing her on the spot for allowing yet another intruder to enter her office. She never bothered waiting for her secretary’s excuse. She merely had her escorted out of the building immediately with the promise that her things would be delivered to her in a day’s time.

      “Now that that’s been taken care of…” Shawn leaned back in her chair looking rather cross. “Who the hell are you? If I wanted help I would have phoned for it. The only thing that would please me right now is people actually waiting to be invited into my office but only after having made an appointment. If you’re not here to inquire about guns, then quite frankly I don’t want you here. I give zero fucks about the Tiny Titans or whatever the fuck they’re calling themselves. The next one that comes into my office uninvited gets a goddamned bullet or their asses set on fire. I think I got it covered.”

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    Perhaps she should have felt a little pity for the girl she had charmed to get her way into the building, and more importantly into this very room.  She knew well from the whispering voices of her dearest babies all around just how tempormental the woman was before her and she came marginally prepared for any type of tantrum she could throw at her. "Dr. Pamela Isley, but I'm beset known as just... Ivy." Her heels clicked against the floor of her office, slipping forward slowly.

     She flicked her long red hair over her shoulder offering a faint smile towards the blonde before her. "Word travels fast in my line of work, Dear and I couldn't help but slip by and making appointments.  Well thats what got you in trouble with the Teen Titans in the first place.  People with records like my own are flagged and immediately sent to either them, or worse the Justice League." Moving she looked into her purple eyes with her own glowing green ones. "May I sit?" 

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      Me thinks its time to bring ivy out of retirement. 

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Ivy smirked as she watched highly amused at the other woman’s expression. It was as if she knew nothing of her, which Ivy wasn’t sure if she liked or not. “Hmm, perhaps a bit more venom from various arachnids and extract from a few more venomous plants than...

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Ivy pursed her lips at the obvious look upon her face that meant that she truly knew nothing about her. It was near insulting, though Ivy was sure she could fix that error soon enough should things bode well with Lex and his entourage of bad guys. Crossing her legs she smiled. "No one has more deadly plants than I do." Ivy mused. She had plenty of them, some many thought were extinct and even hybrids of her own creation. She knew well that she had a plant that could kill everyone in this city should she want to do it.

"Mmm." Ivy smiled faintly at her, leaning forward to kiss her deeply. Her lips tasted sweet, and the poison she decided to excrete, her most lethal but painful one, was masked perfectly under it. She pulled back slowly. "You have a two minutes." She mused running a finger over her thigh patiently waiting.

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Gleaming eyes brightened as the sun beat down upon them, showing the curiosity barely held beneath. There was something amiss with this man and she knew, without a doubt that something was different about him when he took her hand in his own. Following him, she...

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It started as quick as a drop of a hat. Literally.

Perhaps she should have expected such a reaction from the man, Ivy had been pushing him to the limits that mad lesser men snap far before. Well, she could easily blame this laps in thought since she normally was trying to ensnare that Bats to make him submit. That was besides the point of the matter, for now Ivy was pressed against hard brick walls with a man pressing completely and deliciously against her. A choice laid before her, allow this to continue and take her pleasure or fight.

She wasn't dressed for fighting.

Though the term should have been undressed for fighting, but that was besides the point. A soft musical moan slipped past her lips, fingers threading in his short hair tugging it lightly as she met his body with her own soft flesh pressing against the more harden body. "Mmm so forward, and I don't even know your name yet." It was merely a tease as she felt his hot breath upon the pale sensitive flesh of her throat. Not to be easily undone, Ivy rolled her hips against his, amused to feel him reacting to it as expected.

"I'm normally not the type to do this so publicly." A flush coated her body, mostly from the growing arousal that spiked within her. Ivy's fingers dug into his back to ground herself mentally admitting that getting screwed by a stranger was far more fun that perusing for a man who was more than likely not even there.

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Renaissance Carnival || The Flash and Poison Ivy

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His whole posture was completely cocky and all it managed to do was set her on edge. The nature goddess wasn’t completely sure, but it reminded her of one of the first run ins with Batman that she had. It also struck her as being as similar to Jason Woodrue as a person could be. That fact alone had her anger flare deep within her, but she fought it down not wanting to cause a scene. Lex had made it clear that she was to behave until she had successfully neutralized her target. It was that thought alone that had her smile at the man now feet from her with a look of seduction upon her face.

Yeah, well … what can I say? A little hot for a metal suit though, don’t you think? And I wouldn’t want to compete with this guy anyway… Besides … I woudn’t look as good in a Knight costume as you do in that outfit.

Ivy shifted her gaze to the man he had gestured to and felt herself sneering at the sight of him. She could smell the sweat trailing off his body and inwardly she found herself wishing that she could do something… Anything to get him farther away. Once more, Ivy reigned herself in just as easily as before her green eyes moving to lock upon his face. “Very good point… I’d not give you the time of day if you smelled like a stable.” Her tone was joking, though the truth in her words was paramount. “Though I’m sure you would have complimented my attire perfectly, good ser.”

Following the direction that he was pointing, Ivy furrowed her brow contemplating her next move. If she followed him, there could be a chance that she would miss her mark out in the street - yet she knew that even if she did find them it wouldn’t be smart to attack or even visibly make contact with them. Not now anyway. Denying him would probably fail to work in her favor as well. Resigning herself, she gave the barest hints of a smile offering her hand. “Lead the way good ser.” Her voice was as smooth as honey, a few wafting wisps of her pheromones invisibly circling the man.

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He stood before her, beaming and looking entirely friendly, but his pulse had sped up and wouldn’t stop. Soon he was sweating, and it wasn’t just from the heat; this woman, whoever she was, just set his intuition afire. And he shifted his footing around in a subconscious gesture in yearning to dart around, but instead he just fidgeted with his cap - readjusting it repeatedly.

Very good point… I’d not give you the time of day if you smelled like a stable. Though I’m sure you would have complimented my attire perfectly, good ser.

"Haha, you bet I would." Shrugging loosely.

Lead the way good ser.

Barry glanced down to her extended hand, hesitating only for a moment, before reaching out and lacing his fingers with hers. Smiling and pulling her in the direction of the alley.

"You got it, bright eyes."

He didn’t actually plan on reaching the other side. He had a feeling once they were alone between the buildings, the girl with the brilliant green eyes would strike. Or at least give him a hint as to who or what she was.

But as they moved into the shade, something hit him in a subtle way and he started feeling a little weird. His already anxious heartbeat picked up, the blood rushing low. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and removed his hat, gripping it tight in his hand to control himself. Forcing himself, also, to yank his hand from hers.

"I’m sorry," He said, sounding distracted, out of breath, and keeping his eyes off of her. "It’s just … really hot."

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Gleaming eyes brightened as the sun beat down upon them, showing the curiosity barely held beneath. There was something amiss with this man and she knew, without a doubt that something was different about him when he took her hand in his own. Following him, she observed his body curiously noting that he was lean and looked to be light upon his feet. A runner or cyclist maybe she presumed after looking at his strong legs appraisingly. In the back of her mind her instincts roared warning her to be careful around him. It was the same feeling whenever she knew the batman was in her lair. Her pheromones spiked in response, a natural reaction to her when placed in a potentially dangerous situation.

It work to her advantage more times than not, her pheromones that is. She could see them now in his eyes as they grew large, she could see them in his flushed skin as beads of sweat worked down his brow, she could feel the thrumming of his rapidly beating heart within his hand before it was rudely jerked away from her own.

I’m sorry,.....It’s just … really hot.

Ivy would have to agree, the weather was stifling to say the least, it beat even the warmth her Greenhouse gave off. This was yet again a warning sign to the ex-scientist. For someone not in costume for the current festivities, he was dressed from neck to foot in long clothing. It was curious, though at this moment she knew it was more her doing than the heat. "It is sweltering is it not?" Her accent dropped a few octaves as she moved her fan once more to fan her face and chest with it. Her eyes watched amuse as her pheromones wafted more over him the more she fanned him.

"Perhaps we should make haste to the bar?" Ivy mused to herself moving forward, a sway in her step heading into the alley way. "A cold drink would do us good." Her heels clicked against the pavement with every movement, and turned her head to look at him once she was a few feet from him. "Coming good Ser?" Ivy's steps stopped as she leaned against the wall of the alley patiently waiting for the quiet man.

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Ivy held back a roll of her eyes at the woman’s less than creative name for her deadly mixture. She had expected a little more originality than that. “I suppose if it works then you are excused for the lack of creativity.” The green skinned woman barely flinched when she saw the knife being brought out and as it slashed her velvety soft skin she tilted her head. She ignored Cheshire’s warning and her mention of an antidote. She wouldn’t need it.

Bright red blood, much more vibrant and shiny than any normal humans, spilled out from the wound. “It tickles.” Ivy said after a moment, the tingling sensation centering the cut almost made her crack a smile. She would admit the toxin was strong. It had to be for her body to recognize it at all or fight it in a way that she would notice. “Perhaps you should think of adding a little more sting.”

Lifting her other hand from its spot on her lap, Ivy moved her fingers over the wound concentrating upon it. It was one of those times she wished she had brought water and a plant along with her. Healing was always a mindless affair then. It took a few more seconds but the wound soon stitched itself back together, as if it had never been there. “Perhaps I could show you one of my poisons.”

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She shrugged a little at Ivy’s words not really caring about her opinion. “The name is still in the air honestly.” She said with a roll of her own eyes. She watched as Ivy’s blood oozed out of her wound almost fascinated by how much more vibrant it was than normal peoples’ blood. She scanned the woman carefully for any sign of the poison working her brow furrowing. 

"Tickles?" Cheshire asked almost in disbelief. This woman would have to be pure poison for this stuff not to affect her at all. She tilted her head looking at Ivy like she was a marvel of science. "What do you suggest I add?" She asked curiously thinking that the had to be something she could learn from this plant lady.

Cheshire watched in amazement as she healed herself. When Ivy moved her hand away she looked at where she had cut her trying to see any proof the wound had been there, but finding none. “If it hurts me can you heal me before I die?” She asked skeptical.

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Ivy smirked as she watched highly amused at the other woman's expression. It was as if she knew nothing of her, which Ivy wasn't sure if she liked or not. "Hmm, perhaps a bit more venom from various arachnids and extract from a few more venomous plants than you have already." Ivy mused to herself thinking of a few added ingredients Cheshire could add in should she ever find need too. "Though I do think more nightshade should be added in. It's deadly by itself in the right amount." Ivy motioned for her to relax.

"Should you feel any ill effects I can save you." Ivy mused faintly. It wasn't something she normally did for people but for the budding poison mistress she supposed she could be good. "Are you ready?" She leaned forward, invading her personal space for a second. This was always the fun part.

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Completing A Deadly Task For The Greater Evil || Lex and Ivy

Exhaustion was evident in the green skinned woman’s eyes, but her stride was still as strong and seductive as she made her way through the halls of Lexcorp. Most of the employees hurriedly made their way far away from the Mistress of Plants all of them knowing how dangerous she was at the best of times. She was grateful for it right then, her battle with Wonder Woman in Metropolis had drained her of most of her patience.

Paying no heed to his secretary guarding his door, Ivy pushed open the door without a sound a trail of pheromones following her as she entered the room. “You could have warned me about the Wonder Whore I could run into." Ivy mused falling into the seat before his desk. “The company was destroyed and turned into a jungle as per your request. Some people escaped but most lie dead in the wreckage…." Ivy glanced at the paper with a smile, “but I assume you know that by now, Mr. Luthor."

A dangerous smile spread over her face, licking her lips, her pheromones slowly working to fill the room.

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Lex knew about everything, of course, he always knew about everything. He was well aware of the actions of every enemy and more especially, the actions of every ally. The door opened while the billionaire looked through the enormous glass of his office at the highest point of Metropolis, he could see everything from there, he was the owner of the world and that city was at his feet. 

"Pamela, my darling" he said, knowing the smell of her pheromones quite well by now. That woman was deadly and dangerously sexual. Men had that problem, they possess another head between their legs, Luthor was no fool to deny it, but he was smart enough to control it. At least in life or death situations like this. 

"I knew she would be no trouble for you, dear. I have high expectations on you." He claimed, turning around and approaching her with a smirk, the man took her hand in a gentlemanly act and his lips left a slight kiss on the soft skin of Ivy. He tried not to breathe too deep, it was impossible to ignore the woman’s attributes. 

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It always surprised Ivy how well the bald man could control himself around her. Her ever present pheromones moved to circle and caress his senses and ensnare his mind the closer he drew to her, yet nothing happened. Ivy watched him leisurely despite this, used to not getting an upper hand with the billionaire as per usual. "As gentlemanly as ever it would seem." Ivy purred out slowly when her hand was grasped by the man before her, and she would not deny that his lips against her hand made her feel more of the lady her mother always wished for her to be.

"I do appreciate your high expectation." Ivy drawled her eyes locked upon him, quietly accessing him with her eyes. He wasn't inhaling very deeply and the green skinned woman had to admit that was the smartest move anyone had ever done against her. "Though I could have done more for your cause had I known she draws strength from the earth just as I do." It was said more like an after thought, yet she could still feel the pain of her children when they were put to death.

Her blood pumped a little faster and her heart hammered within her chest at the thought of her lost children. A fresh batch of pheromones rose off of her, stronger than the last to match her slight anger. "Regardless, I take it that everything went to your liking?"

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Renaissance Carnival || The Flash and Poison Ivy

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There was something off about this fair, Ivy concluded with her mind as a feeling of cautiousness filled her.  Perhaps it was just her aversion to things that dealt with people in Halloween costumes, or the drunken leering that she was getting from place to place…. Hell, it could have simply been her aversion to people in general that made her feel it.  Whatever it was, Ivy was going to ignore it, fanning herself with the expensive looking paper fan she had gotten to go along with her dress. Intense green eyes moved to scan the entire part of the fair that she was within, scouring for her mark just as she had in the previous section.  If he wasn’t here… Well, Ivy would find some way to entertain herself.

It was only when she stopped to look around, pretending to fan herself in the heat - which her body actually enjoyed but she had to keep pretenses - that she was startled out of her looking by a charming voice from her side.  Turning her head towards Barry, Ivy raised a sculpted eyebrow at him observing his normal outfit with a trained eye though she played it off as simply pretending to act her part.  "Nice… lack of one." She drawled, her southern accent slipping out as she did.  It was her cover, seeing as she mostly chose to hide it and stick with her more proper yet still seductive Seattle purr. 

Ivy could feel something was off about this man, but she didn’t dare show it or change her demeanor. “What a strapping man like you doing here without a Knight’s costume?" She questioned a smile slipping onto her beautiful face as she looked at him.  "I’m sure you would have filled it out… quite nicely." She emphasized the purr and drawl in the last words, her eyes scanning the cup and the bear that he had within his hands with a curious gleam in her eyes. 

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Nice… lack of one.

Barry glanced down to his faded jeans and button-up shirt. It was way too hot out for a long-sleeved shirt but he needed to hide his suit.

What a strapping man like you doing here without a Knight’s costume? I’m sure you would have filled it out… quite nicely.

He moved from his position against the gaming stand and sauntered closer to her, tossing his empty cup into a trashcan a few feet away. Whoever this girl was, her eyes were wicked bright. An intense, vivid green that almost hid the character that set him on edge.

"Yeah, well … what can I say? A little hot for a metal suit though, don’t you think? And I wouldn’t want to compete with this guy anyway." And he motioned behind him without looking, where some civilian was stomping around in a clunky metal costume.

"Besides … I woudn’t look as good in a Knight costume as you do in that outfit." Grinning wide. Trying to break the ice, look normal, and pull the attention away from him … and onto her.

Barry pointed down an alley. Empty, shaded dark and narrow. A less busy street on the other side in a sliver of light. He was hoping to pull her away from the crowd to see what she was all about; for while Barry looked motionless and calm, his pulse was speeding up in anxiety - like he stood in the presence of something dangerous.

"I was just about to head to the bar. Wanna join me?"

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His whole posture was completely cocky and all it managed to do was set her on edge. The nature goddess wasn't completely sure, but it reminded her of one of the first run ins with Batman that she had. It also struck her as being as similar to Jason Woodrue as a person could be. That fact alone had her anger flare deep within her, but she fought it down not wanting to cause a scene. Lex had made it clear that she was to behave until she had successfully neutralized her target. It was that thought alone that had her smile at the man now feet from her with a look of seduction upon her face.

Yeah, well … what can I say? A little hot for a metal suit though, don’t you think? And I wouldn’t want to compete with this guy anyway... Besides … I woudn’t look as good in a Knight costume as you do in that outfit.

Ivy shifted her gaze to the man he had gestured to and felt herself sneering at the sight of him. She could smell the sweat trailing off his body and inwardly she found herself wishing that she could do something... Anything to get him farther away. Once more, Ivy reigned herself in just as easily as before her green eyes moving to lock upon his face. "Very good point... I'd not give you the time of day if you smelled like a stable." Her tone was joking, though the truth in her words was paramount. "Though I'm sure you would have complimented my attire perfectly, good ser."

Following the direction that he was pointing, Ivy furrowed her brow contemplating her next move. If she followed him, there could be a chance that she would miss her mark out in the street - yet she knew that even if she did find them it wouldn't be smart to attack or even visibly make contact with them. Not now anyway. Denying him would probably fail to work in her favor as well. Resigning herself, she gave the barest hints of a smile offering her hand. "Lead the way good ser." Her voice was as smooth as honey, a few wafting wisps of her pheromones invisibly circling the man.

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  Cheshire grinned more thinking of everything she could get. This place was going to fund her every habit and she could feel it. “Oh I never disappoint an employer." She said tapping her nails together in an evil fashion. She looked over at the woman when she noticed that poisons was said. “Yes poisons." She said with a purr. “You could say poisons are a passion of mine."

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"Hmmm… really poison is your passion you say?" Ivy was amused by the woman, thinking of poisons in such a way was a sign of either a fool or a master. “What is the deadliest toxin you own?" She tilted her hand her arm exposed, the green skin waiting for a moment.  "Go on… use it." Perhaps she was crazy… but she would blame it on boredom really… 

"I promise… a poison for a poison." 

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"That is what I said." Cheshire raised her eyebrow looking at the other woman. “I made my own special mix of the deadliest toxins known to man. I call it instant death. Not very creative I know, but it’s what happens to most people I use it on." She smirked a little bragging about her invention. She then shrugged figuring that the plant lady could handle it as she was offering her arm. She pulled her dagger out that was coated in the poison and cut her arm with it.

"If you can’t handle it I have the antidote, but you better talk fast cause you have maybe fifteen seconds to speak up."

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Ivy held back a roll of her eyes at the woman's less than creative name for her deadly mixture. She had expected a little more originality than that. "I suppose if it works then you are excused for the lack of creativity." The green skinned woman barely flinched when she saw the knife being brought out and as it slashed her velvety soft skin she tilted her head. She ignored Cheshire's warning and her mention of an antidote. She wouldn't need it.

Bright red blood, much more vibrant and shiny than any normal humans, spilled out from the wound. "It tickles." Ivy said after a moment, the tingling sensation centering the cut almost made her crack a smile. She would admit the toxin was strong. It had to be for her body to recognize it at all or fight it in a way that she would notice. "Perhaps you should think of adding a little more sting."

Lifting her other hand from its spot on her lap, Ivy moved her fingers over the wound concentrating upon it. It was one of those times she wished she had brought water and a plant along with her. Healing was always a mindless affair then. It took a few more seconds but the wound soon stitched itself back together, as if it had never been there. "Perhaps I could show you one of my poisons."

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A Poisonous Welcome // The Riddler & Poison Ivy

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  Green eyes followed every subtle movement his body made while within her presence, following every twitch of his jaw and every shift of his weight.  All these little things did wonders to tell the tall woman everything she needed to know about the man that words could never cover with thinly veiled lies.  The slight twitch near his eyes upon her revelation that she killed told her that he didn’t exactly appreciate the art of murder as so many others within Gotham did. That simple fact pleased her inwardly, as her tale was slightly embellished to a point of bordering on a lie. Ivy had failed to mention that she did it only when called upon by her employer to do so.  Lex Luthor paid her enough to get over her discrepancies with killing, so long as the people she had to end deserved to die that is.  

Her mind flashed images of the toxic waist facility she had to destroy a few months ago during her little visit to Metropolis. Ivy pushed that from her mind, however, as she trailed her fingers gently over the bumpy leaf of her beloved plant.  Oh how she loved them so, and that love had always been her biggest strength and weakness against the enemies she created over the years. It was her babies that pushed her to become the guardian of nature, the preserver of all things humanity used and abused, the voice of the forest, and the chosen warrior of Mother Nature.  Ivy’s thin hand moved away from her deadly plant and allowed her hooded, bedroom like eyes to turn to gaze back at the Riddler as he spoke to her.  

The close proximity of his lips to her hand made her pheromones stir and rise off her skin as if it were a perfume. Ivy could not help but to focus on the feel of his surprisingly soft lips upon her smooth hand.  The sound of his voice sent shivers of excitement through her body for what reason she did not know. It was not every day that someone was allowed this close to her person, and she almost lost her carefully composed seductiveness in trade for slight shock when Edward moved completely into her personal space, and placed her thin hand upon his strong shoulder.

Now that we’ve got the boring introductions out of the way… perhaps… we can start playing the exciting… games… How’s that sound?…Goddess of all things green…

A dark smile tugged upon her face at his words, her unusually vibrant green eyes sparkling with renewed sense of playfulness and mischief. As she inhaled, she took in his unique scent that was completely masculine and fit him, and opened her mouth to speak. “Yes, lets start a new game." Ivy moved so her voluptuous chest pressed into his chest, feeling the way he tensed every so slightly at the lack of distance between them. She lifted her other hand to snake up to his other shoulder, and then let them both wrap around his neck.  Her pheromones rose off from her flame colored hair as she allowed her lips to near his, the sheen coating them gleaming in the light. 

“If I am the Goddess of all thing green, does that make me your Goddess too?" Ivy questioned, her voice husky and dripping with her normal seductive nature. 

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Edward smiled at her through both his eyes and his mouth. He wanted to explore this mysterious female… who was so unique… and so unnaturally beautiful… Her green skin shimmered in the strange fluctuant light that shone through the vines of her home… It made her look godly and alien… and he felt overwhelmed by her presence… But still managed to stay in a somewhat confident charade…even though he was shaking with fear and love inside…

As she smiled back at him every bone in his body froze, especially when she pushed her perfectly formed body against him, her eyes twinkling with lascivious intent.

“Yes, lets start a new game."

His suggestive question seemed to almost triple her primal urges… And he lifted his eyebrows for a second… clearly flirting with her in his own way… but he was unsure whether she had intended for this to happen… or maybe she was just curious about him… he was a man of mystery after all… he could not blame her… But…. The more she turned him on… the more he was beginning to think that meeting Ivy in person was one of the best choices he had ever made in his whole life… for the air around them was thick with desire… and longing… and he knew in that moment… that he wanted her all to himself…

His eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he felt the erotic skin radiate against his beating heart even though he was wearing a shirt, and his mouth was parted slightly… as he breathed in her arousing scent. Then Ivy slowly slid her arm up his chest like one of her kinetic vines and around his shoulder. His body shuddered with excitement… and she was quickly melting away his confidant facade… Yet before he could do anything more she moved her gleaming red lips closer to his…. So they were only an inch apart… Her opulent breath made his mouth water…

“If I am the Goddess of all thing green, does that make me your Goddess too?"

He swallowed in a sudden turn of nervousness… Could he really say that she was his Goddess? True… that she was clearly beautiful… and physically alluring…and he loved the strange diversity of her unusual green body…  but what of her soul? Could he devote himself completely to her…? It was not the cleverest idea… but oh how he wanted her… he would say anything to gain love from her… It wasn’t really a lie… He just wasn’t sure yet… but he said it anyway… to see if she loved him.. and out of curiosity…

“Yes..”

Edward did not complete the kiss… he simply lingered his mouth next to hers… stuck in some purgatory of overwhelming nature… Though his lips did not retreat… but neither did they advance … If she wanted him…. He would be hers.

But for now… he was frozen in love.

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It was an interesting turn of events to say the least for the green skinned vixen. It had never occurred to her before that the man before her would ever come willingly into her garden. She had believed the stories when they said that he was a man of mystery and few people ever truly looked upon his face in person outside of Arkham Asylum. Most of those unfortunate souls did not even last, or so it was said. Ivy became acutely aware then that she should tread carefully with this man, though she knew he was under her spell.

Ivy reveled in every shuddered breathe he gave against her person, every inhale filling him with more of her pheromones. Her deft fingers played with the short locks of his hair near the base of his neck, and she couldn't help but smile at the goosebumps that rose almost instantly. His breathing was short and choppy against her lips as he gave her the answer she had been waiting on. It was a simple few words, yet right then Ivy felt far more powerful than she had ever before.

There were a few choice before her now, she reasoned witching her mind. One was to end him, kill the king of conundrums where he stood hopeless against her. Ivy reasoned that there was no reason to do that. They had never crossed paths before and he had never wronged her. It would be pointless murder and that was something Ivy couldn't do. Then there laid the option of bedding the man before her. It would certainly serve in making him an ally and ridding herself of her pesky urges. Though what of the after? Would it do more harm than good? She had watched lesser men murder and kill just to have the slightest bit of attention from her.

Ivy's fingers danced over his neck once more causing her to smile ever so slightly at the next thought she had. She could use him for her own personal gain... Have him work for her in ways that would benefit her in the long run, and achieve much more than she could with simple hired thugs. Her lips curled into a smile, watching him with her shimmering green eyes. The conflicting emotions within him amused her, especially upon seeing the love glazing over him. "Prove it, Riddler." She whispered in that heady voice of hers drawing him closer. "Prove to me that I am your Goddess."

Despite her urgings, Ivy was the one to press her plump lips against his own. Honey and mint flavors coated her moist lips as her body pressed closer. She had sealed the deal, and the beginning of the Riddler's fate slipped into her delicate hands.

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  Cheshire grinned more thinking of everything she could get. This place was going to fund her every habit and she could feel it. “Oh I never disappoint an employer." She said tapping her nails together in an evil fashion. She looked over at the woman when she noticed that poisons was said. “Yes poisons." She said with a purr. “You could say poisons are a passion of mine."

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"Hmmm... really poison is your passion you say?" Ivy was amused by the woman, thinking of poisons in such a way was a sign of either a fool or a master. "What is the deadliest toxin you own?" She tilted her hand her arm exposed, the green skin waiting for a moment.  "Go on... use it." Perhaps she was crazy... but she would blame it on boredom really... 

"I promise... a poison for a poison." 

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Renaissance Carnival || The Flash and Poison Ivy

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With his teddy bear tucked under his arm, and now holding some kind of slushy drink in hand, Barry was leaned against the brick wall and yawning boredly to himself. He had a short attention span at these events - because frankly, the games were too easy, the food tasted stale and half the people were drunk and obnoxious.

But the sway of a slender body caught his eye in the crowd; some fine lady clad in lace and leather. It wasn’t just beauty that stole his attention. It was persona. Something about her stood out, screaming from the very center of who she was, and being in his line of work, Barry’s eye was trained to single out anomaly’s in the horde.

Grinning, Barry appeared beside her, leaning a shoulder against one of the gaming stands.

"Well hello." His eyes darted over her, soaking in her attire and how it clung to her figure. “Love the outfit."

With every intention to try and make it look as if he were hitting on her - a civilian mask. When in reality, Barry was using this false gesture as an excuse to get a closer look. There was just something about her that was unsettling. And once he met her eyes, as a man of morals, he saw something he didn’t like. But still, he hid it all behind his smile.Trying to look unassuming and harmless as he sipped his drink through a straw.

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There was something off about this fair, Ivy concluded with her mind as a feeling of cautiousness filled her.  Perhaps it was just her aversion to things that dealt with people in Halloween costumes, or the drunken leering that she was getting from place to place.... Hell, it could have simply been her aversion to people in general that made her feel it.  Whatever it was, Ivy was going to ignore it, fanning herself with the expensive looking paper fan she had gotten to go along with her dress. Intense green eyes moved to scan the entire part of the fair that she was within, scouring for her mark just as she had in the previous section.  If he wasn't here... Well, Ivy would find some way to entertain herself.

It was only when she stopped to look around, pretending to fan herself in the heat - which her body actually enjoyed but she had to keep pretenses - that she was startled out of her looking by a charming voice from her side.  Turning her head towards Barry, Ivy raised a sculpted eyebrow at him observing his normal outfit with a trained eye though she played it off as simply pretending to act her part.  "Nice... lack of one." She drawled, her southern accent slipping out as she did.  It was her cover, seeing as she mostly chose to hide it and stick with her more proper yet still seductive Seattle purr. 

Ivy could feel something was off about this man, but she didn't dare show it or change her demeanor. "What a strapping man like you doing here without a Knight's costume?" She questioned a smile slipping onto her beautiful face as she looked at him.  "I'm sure you would have filled it out... quite nicely." She emphasized the purr and drawl in the last words, her eyes scanning the cup and the bear that he had within his hands with a curious gleam in her eyes. 

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Renaissance Carnival || The Flash ( OPEN )

It was some yearly festival event, moving in from an out-of-town brigade - obviously, because the city was too poor to host something like this itself. Decor was scattered throughout the city, looking cheap and worn - but lively nonetheless. And about half the civilians were dressed up Medieval; peasants and royalty alike.

Barry wandered around, shouldering through the crowd, dressed as any normal guy. He came every year, mostly out of boredom, but also to keep his eyes peeled. Large events such as this was usually when the wild criminals made a strike. Last year, he caught a bunch of men trying to pull a sloppy heist on the other end of town. Sloppy and utterly stupid, but good enough to cause significant property damage.

Therefore, his suit was underneath his clothes; just in case. He was striding around in just jeans, a long-sleeved button-up shirt and a baseball cap. Everything seemed to be fine for now though. And he even won a teddy bear.

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Perhaps it hadn't been a horrible idea to come to this dreadful city after all.  it was a very nice change from Gotham, at least in terms of cheeriness and the glorious amount of sun.  Poison Ivy was quiet as her heels clicked against the asphalt in a perfect rhythm.  Her hair was down in her curly waves flowing like blood over her pale white skin. Oh how she loved the ability to control her skin color with just a simple thought of releasing the chlorophyll back into her bloodstream, it made it oh so simple to slip out of Gotham and more importantly past the Bats. 

Her visit was purely for business, though Ivy was known for mixing business with pleasure, and she couldn't help but indulge herself in the chance of dressing up while she looked. She was garbed in the most exquisite of dresses she had actually bought not to long ago.  Lace, silk, and leather was the main components of it as it hugged her body, exposing her adequate chest and her well toned back.  Her eyes scanned the various people enjoying the sun and fun, and couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly.  IF they only knew what would await them should her mark be here... 

The job Ivy was tasked with was simple... someone had wronged Luthor and due to her special way of handling men and since her other partner - Cheshire - had not been seen for a while it left her to get rid of him.  It was implored of her to do it discreetly... and she would... if she wasn't bored by the time she found him. Idly she wondered if she should have brought Harley with her, the little jester would have fit right in next to the royally dressed red head during this fair. 

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It Has Been Completed My Litte Flowers

OOC:..... that was pretty long.... over 9 thousand words..... my fingers hurt... lol.  If you like it tell me... I want the criticism and the thoughts you had about this.  I like to hear what people think. 

In the beginning Pamela Isley just wanted to feel loved(Part 1) but the love she received became poison in her vein(Part 2) her trust in humanity destroyed, death would have been a welcome friend(Part 3) instead of claiming her death becomes her in the form of nature(open rp)

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... Instead of Claiming Her... Death Becomes Her In The Form Of A Nature. (Open)

- Approximately Three Years After her Transformation -

Everything seemed peaceful on the surface in the city, people laughing talking upon their cell phones, children playing in the near-by park, old people gossiping among each other as they fed the birds, runners moving quickly over the sidewalk as their music blared from their headphones.  It was an overly mundane and normal to everyone there. 

The artificial peace didn’t last, however, as a fat balding man in a tattered business suit lumbered forward as fast as his short legs could take him.  He was bleeding from numerous small cuts, and screaming for someone  to help him.  The people within his immediate area stared flabbergasted at the mere sight of him, no one really listening to him as he wailed for assistance.  Some people even pushed him away, thinking him to be another lunatic escaped from the psychiatric ward.  Parents hustled over to their children’s general area to stand guard in case the man had the gall to come towards them. 

After being pushed away from the third person he begged to let them use their cell phones, he stumbled forward about to begin his begging anew with someone else. Instead he stopped mid-step, the blood that had been frantically pulsing through his face stopping to make him appear whiter than a ghost.  To the average person, it looked as if he were just about to faint for no reason apart from whatever medical condition ailed him.  However, to the man it was something he wished he could faint from.  A scent wafted to his nose, a very familiar and frightening smell of roses and pomegranates. The very trees seemed to stiffen in the breeze and loom deadly calm near him.  The grass stiffened under his feet seemingly angry that he had the audacity to stand upon it.

She had found him

The man finally regained control of his body from his fright, and tried to move but couldn’t.  It was as if his feet were stuck against cement. He chanced a glance down at his feet and nearly screamed when he saw the blades of grass had grown where he stood encasing both of his feet complete so it was impossible for him to move. He looked about calling out for help, but everyone seemed to have given him a wide berth fearing that he would attack them.  Frantically he struggled to move, thinking to himself how these people couldn’t see what was happening right before their eyes.  Couldn’t they feel how nature shifted, couldn’t the smell her sickeningly sweet scent wafting through the air?! Feeling something slid up his ankles he knew that it was helpless struggling.  Once she had you it was over … he was a fool to think that she had lost him.

she had let him run, let him think that he was safe once he made it towards people.  How foolish was he?  He was only to be an example for all those watching.

People watched as the man seemingly had a panic attack within the middle of the park.  Some parents had rushed to take their kids away, but most were a little too shocked to move.  A few people were on their phones calling the police to report a delusional man to get him removed before he hurt himself or others around him.  No one noticed something growing from the ground between his equally unnoticed trapped feet.  It wasn’t till the man screamed, wetting his pants completely that others had taken in the whole picture.

The man screamed out louder as a large vine crushed his right leg, but kept him standing as it spiraled around his large body.  He was aware that he had pissed himself, and to him it was for good reason since as he screamed his abuser showed herself as a giant plant erupted from the ground twenty feet away from him, it looking as if it were a giant Venus fly trap that had yet to sprout. As it opened one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen sat within its clutches running a hand lovingly over the inside of the things mouth.  "PLEASE LET ME GO! I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT YOU OR YOUR CHILDREN. OH GOD PLEASE LET ME GO!"

Poison Ivy simply smiled as she looked at the man blubbering like a baby in front of her, unable to contain a small laugh at the darkened fabric of his once designer suit. She would never let him go though. “You knew what you were doing when you destroyed that forest.  Killing my innocent babies that I had nurtured from seedlings." Her smile turned to a frown as rage consumed her once again.  It was time to end this. “Well, Mother Nature strikes back now…and you will be my example to all those watching right now that things are about to change in this city."

His eyes widened about to start screaming out please and to bargain with her using everything in his power to persuade her.  He couldn’t even get the first word out of his mouth.  From between his legs, a thorned vine  shot up straight into his body skewering him straight down the middle before the thorns extended through his body, sort of making him resemble an inside out pin cushion. One such thorn extended from his mouth, which was stuck in an ‘O’. Blood oozed from the wounds inflicted upon him, dripping to the ground.

Things were quiet for a moment, before everyone came to their senses, screaming and running from the park - some with their phones out recording the whole scene just like Ivy wished to happen.  She watched as they scattered like ants away from her, a smile upon her face as she leaned back relaxed within her plant.  It was only a matter of time before the whole world received her message.

Mother Nature is back… and this time … this time she’s not pulling any punches. Nature is fighting back.