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Eddie & Ivy | Chats in the Dark

[As Ivy cautiously gets out of her car, she immediately notices how deafeningly silent the streets are. The only signs of life are the occasional scuttling sounds coming from nearby alleys, or the tiny flashes of torchlight shining out from grubby windows. The pavement is almost entirely deserted. The woman, after deciding that the blackout was most likely no accident, decided to leave the protection of her home and go searching for answers herself.]

'Right then," she thinks aloud, "where to next?"

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Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship {Flashback} | Harley & Ivy

"Hey, Lily, what'cha doing still here? Don't cha have someone waiting for ya at home?" Matt, an average-looking security guard, smiled and waved at the undercover scientist. Pamela quite liked Matt; he was a decent bloke, if not a little dim. He was committed to upholding the law, but he wasn't just some foolish young man trying to promote justice. He had his heart in the right place- an increasing rarity nowadays. 

"Sorry Matt, gotta get back to work. Chilton wants the latest samples sorted through and finalised completely by tomorrow morning, y'know, for the new Natural America exhibition?" She lied smoothly. Dr. Isley smiled apologetically, plucking a clipboard from her temporary desk and slipping into a familiar lab coat. She almost felt bad for what she was about to do. Almost. 

"I probably won't be done for a while..." She hesitated for a second, pretending to consider something. "You know what? How about you give me the keys to the laboratory and you take the night off? You can lock up the rest of the place, just leave the back door open for me. I know your wife must miss you terribly." 

"A-are you sure Miss Irving? I don't want to leave you here alone... Besides, what if my boss found out?" Matt was visibly torn between the two possibilities- always the chivalrous one. 

"Seriously, don't worry about it. Get home. You deserve a break! I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?" Ivy went up to him and held out her hand, gesturing for him to pass her the key card. He deliberated for a second more, before reluctantly agreeing. 

"Well, if you're sure... It's not as if you're going to blow up the place, is it? Ha ha." Pamela winced internally at his poor joke, but forced out a laugh anyway. After quickly shutting down her computer, the woman began to walk down the long corridor which lead to the main botany facility. Her aim was beyond simple- as a specialist scientist, Ivy could be called into the Gotham Museum of Natural History at any time, to do temporary vocational 'work.' For months she had held a part-time position there, slowly building up trust with her superiors, so that when the time came, she could help herself to a few choice samples. It was a win-win situation, really. 

The botanist glanced around, making sure that none of her co-workers were working late. Sure enough, not a soul remained. She quickly scanned the card past the recognition system and heard the familiar click of the door as it unlocked, granting her access to her usual workspace. One by one, the lights flickered on and revealed a path that wound its way through the numerous plant specimens. It was an impressive sight, but she had no time to sit back and admire the view. Time to get down to business. 

The museum directors didn't know it, but the layout of the facility's greenhouse had heavily influenced Ivy's own building. Specimens were arranged (very sensibly) by geographical location, then within that spectrum, toxicity. Naturally, for her current task, the botanical expert headed right to the back of the lab- where the rarest and most poisonous American natural gems were kept. From deep inside her coat pockets, Isley drew out several medium sized bottles and her favourite pair of garden clippers. The plant in question was the Hippomane mancinella, otherwise known as the notorious South American Manchineel Tree. The shrub itself looked fairly unimpressive, however its chemical contents said otherwise. 

12-deoxy-5-hydroxyphorbol-6gamma, 7alpha-oxide, hippomanins, mancinellin, and sapogenin, phloracetophenone-2,4-dimethylether, physostigmine- these names were enough to pique the interest of any adept scientist. The tree's fruits weren't nicknamed little apples of death for nothing. 

As she approached the dangerous shrub, Pamela felt a wave of overwhelming gratitude for her naturally acquired immunity. None of this would have been possible, otherwise. The woman dragged a step-ladder over to the tree and slowly climbed upwards, stretching her arms out to their full length and delicately snipping off a tiny sample into her gloved hand. By taking only minuscule amounts from each branch, she would hopefully not arouse any suspicion. 

Several minutes later, three flasks had been completely stuffed full of plant cuttings. She was just about to start draining sap from the tree trunk, when an ear-splitting noise rang out through the lanes of the laboratory. The alarm bells startled her so much that Ivy almost fell off the ladder! As it was, a (thankfully empty) bottle hit the floor with a smash, signalling the end of that particular exploit. Ivy nimbly jumped down onto the ground, not bothering to return the ladder to its original place. Matt must have forgotten to leave the main alarms off for her, so now the police were surely on their way. Great. Just great. 

[thewhysarewise]

Edward, it's been a while since we last spoke. How are you? I hope things have been working out well for you since we parted ways. I don't know if you've been keeping in the loop lately, but if you, then I guess I should confirm any rumours you might've heard. Yes, I am planning something. Harley and I both, perhaps Selina too. Just a word of warning- try to stay out of the way when things really start to pick up. You're a sensible man, so I'm sure you will. Hope to hear from you soon. Ivy x

Things are…It’s been interesting. People keep telling me I’m sensible and I really think you’ve all got it wrong. If I had a sensible bone in my body, I would have tried to run. Anyway. I’m…almost doing alright. 

I’d never commit to that statement, though. So don’t quote me on it. Take care of yourself, Ivy.

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Enter the Sirens {Harley, Ivy and Selina}

Ivy was inexplicably glad that her idea had been well received. Harley seemed to be one of those people who always needed a purpose, even if said purpose was merely a vague goal for her to aim towards. Ivy could relate to that completely; by focussing her attention on something specific, the botanist found herself able to rationalise her thoughts in a more carefully controlled manner.

It was absolutely vital that Harley remained in high spirit; Pamela dared not think about what the result could be if such great energy should ever be kept idle. In many ways, her friend was like an excitable puppy. However, if provoked, she could and certainly did turn hostile.

Apparently, Harley had not acted hostile enough. She had arranged to meet up with Selina to chat about life and other menial topics- with the full intention of swaying the catwoman to participate in their heist- but alas, Miss Kyle seemed to have it in her mind that she could turn over a new leaf. Harley had returned home, sadly unsuccessful in her recruitment mission.

After a second of thought, Ivy plucked the mobile out of Harley’s hands and pushed away from the table, in search of her phone-book. She flipped quickly through the pages until she reached the letter K. Finally she found it- third entry on the page- the name, address and telephone number of one Selina Kyle. With one hand she entered the digits into the old Nokia, whilst with the other she took hold of a nearby pen and notepad.

"I actually want to talk to her in person. This is getting ridiculous." Ivy explained, apologetically. She hadn’t interacted with Selina in what seemed like forever, but she hoped that the cat would deign to speak to her. “Wait here a second, I have to discuss something with her in private. I’ll put the phone back on speaker as soon as I’m done, don’t worry." On that note, Ivy threw the TV remote to the blonde, giving her permission to channel surf for a while to amuse herself. No doubt Harley would want to catch up on missed news.

She hit the ancient dial button and immediately left the room, randomly strolling through the house while she waited for a response. After five or so rings, a click sounded from the other end of the line and a quiet voice inquired as to who was speaking.

"Hello, is that Selina Kyle?" Isley waited for a second, before adding: “It’s Pamela Isley here. Remember me?" She laughed drily. “Poison Ivy, yes that’s right. I do believe we haven’t spoken for months." Where on earth had the time gone?

Ivy sensed an argument was about to begin. “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to right now- with maybe a few exceptions- but this is important. Yes, I know you made your stand on the matter clear earlier, but justlisten for a second, won’t you?” Silence. “I need a word, concerning a mutual friend of ours, Harleen Quinzell.”

Considerable thanks were in order, and Ivy decided it would be best to get the matter out of the way quickly, before conversation turned sour. The next objective was to ensure that the three women were all on the same wavelength.

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The Nature of Chaos | {Joker & Ivy} (Flashback)

Since the day Poison Ivy arrived at Gotham City, she had heard whispers regarding a notorious criminal who went by the name of The Joker. She didn’t have to search for very long in order to dig up some information about this man- if ‘man’ was even the correct term to use. Wherever she went, whomever she saw, someone was bound to bring up the subject of the mad clown. These rumours were seconded only by those of the vigilante Batman. 

Try as they might, none of the other outlaws seemed to be able to strike such fear into the hearts of the citizens as he could. The moment Ivy saw his face for the first time, she immediately understood why this was. She decided there and then never to get involved with such a monstrous character; she had surmised from the terrified exchanges between petty thieves that a meeting with the Joker was unlikely to end well for her.

How times had changed. Never in a million years would Pamela have guessed that she herself would be actively seeking out the persona who seemed to keep even the most powerful of mob bosses in check. The rational part of the woman’s mind had greatly diminished in strength, as she was overcome with unbearable rage on behalf of her best friend. Harley’s tears had been the absolute last straw. 

After months of torment and anguish, the botanist had finally managed to persuade her to leave the bastard. Ivy had sounded like a cracked record- the same conversation had taken place over and over again. 

“But Red!” Harley cried, “You don’t understand… Mr. J is complex like…like an onion! There are layers…some are them are just kinda…stabby.”

At long last, Pamela’s words and the Joker’s fists had gotten through to her. Where had Harley fled? Right into Ivy’s arms, seeking solace amongst the plants. It took some work, but the botanist eventually managed to make her friend spill the beans. Ivy found out the names, numbers and locations of any possible hideouts of her psychotic ex-boyfriend. 

Those addresses were exactly where the woman was now headed. Raw anger was the driving force behind Ivy’s wheels, as she sped through the suburbs and into the narrows. Warehouses, factories and deserted apartment blocks flew by one after the other. After over two hours of searching, she’d had no luck. Every building she’d visited so far had been too quiet, even for somebody supposedly hiding from the law. 

At last, just as the sun was beginning to set, Ivy stumbled upon the Joker’s location. This time, she was certain that it was the right place. She was of course still angry, but most of her wrath had faded, allowing sensible thought to prevail. Ivy kept the engine running but took her foot off the accelerator, lurking just outside the storage building gates. She drummed her fingers on the dashboard whilst contemplating her situation; weighing up the risks against the hoped benefits. After much deliberation, nail biting and life re-evaluation, the fiery redhead came to a conclusion. 

Her foot eased down on the pedal, causing the car to crawl slowly into the parking lot. Vans and lorries were littered around the place, along with a whole lot of trash and cigarette stubs. She silently closed the door of the vehicle, scanning the empty lot and pulling a handgun out of her purse, just in case. As much as Ivy detested firearms, it would be incredibly foolish to attempt an interaction with a madman without any obvious defences. 

She took a deep breath, before jumping forwards and slamming her foot into what appeared to be the main entrance door. With a crash, the wood splintered and allowed her passage through into the fray. She readied the gun and took a step inside, mentally preparing herself for what was sure to come. 

[misstoxicodendron]

Well, hello internet.

... and welcome to my little blog.

I am Dr. Pamela Isley, otherwise known as the devious villainess Poison Ivy.

In case you were wondering, my URL is derived from the Latin name for Poison Ivy; Toxicodendron Radicans. Hmm... Toxic and Radical. That sounds just like me.

I look forward to hearing from you all soon.

Pam x