#gothamcitykitty

[harleyquinnata]

// Alright! So I know it’s been a while since I did some actual writing, but I think I’ll get some of that done today. Red, your reply is coming! Not sure if B-man replied yet…should check that. Selina, we’ll talk about our upcoming thread, and I guess I should report in so us three can discuss that GCS thingy. Anyone else who would like to start a thread, or discuss one; get in my mail. Hope you’re all well.~

[sumac-veneneux]

HOW COULD THEY?! Selina Kyle Poison Ivy

Ivy saw red... the color of a certain thief's blood. How could they? How could they really have the.... have the NERVE to sneak into her garden while she was out dealing with other buffoons who tried to harm her babies.  She had thought that her lair would never be touched, she knew what others said about her the rumors that flew about regarding her zombie like henchmen that patrolled her lair without eating, drinking, or sleeping.  If she were in a better mood, she would have laughed at the notion.  She did have the tendency to thrall the men that she captured from other villains, but mostly she allowed her plants to kill them after a day or two.  Being subjected to her toxic for more than twenty four hours in most cases resulted in brain damage, if they had brains in the first place.  

The red haired embodiment of nature grabbed an empty vase throwing it wards the wall to break herself from the thought of her dead lackeys.  She had more pressing things to worry about.  Taking a deep breathe she closed her eyes, and thought back to everything she knew so far about the crime.  The thief had to have come into her lair bypassed her plants that guarded the doorway, smashed a hole through her state of the art greenhouse, slipped inside to her laboratory where she had most of her genetically enhanced plants and seeds stored, and stole her most prized creation - a plant that housed one of the most deadly toxins known to date.  Someone else having that plant was completely bad new.  She had even considered contacting the Batman to retrieve it, but knowing him, he would destroy her precious creation instead of returning it to her.  No, for this... she had to use someone she could mildly trust to return her precious baby.

Opening her eyes, Ivy looked down at the shattered pieces of the vase still lost in her mind.  She had captured one of the Joker's thugs putting him under her spell and sent him off to deliver her request to the one and only Catwoman. Ivy knelt down to grasp one of the larger pieces of glass not caring as the sharp edges dug into her hand, her surprisingly bright crimson blood pouring from the wounds coating the edges of the glass and dripping to the floor. 

Ivy felt horrible, having let this happen. She should have been here.  She should have left more protection. Hell maybe she needed to deal with pathetic henchmen without her pheromones keeping them in check if it would mean that this never happen again. Looking at herself in the shard, she noticed that her eyes were shining with unshed tears. Ivy closed her eyes type letting out a silent sob as the tears fell from her eyes trailing down face to her chin and dropping onto the reflective surface of the glass, mingling with the scarlet blood.  

One thought passed through her mind as she sat there crying . . .

Whoever had taken her babies would pay.... dearly.  She would make sure of that.