The Poison Runs Deep
This is about a plan Poison Ivy has had in the works for years, as her last masterpiece maybe. And a hope for her redemption.
Side Note: The original story was scrapped because of change in writing style and such a long gap in time. I hope you like the new one, and if not feel free to tell me. Thank you all for putting up with my own personal conundrum on how to deal with this story. Hopefully, you all enjoy!
I plopped down on the Gotham city park bench. Weary from my run, and tired of the grey that always accompanied my vision. I only dreamed to be sitting here, in the park surrounded by the greenery. It felt like home.
I distracted myself with a wary squirrel, who was unsure if he ought to jump from one far tree to another. He kept running, and then at the last second, he would grasp the branch and save himself from the edge of his leafy security. A woman sat down next to me, overly dressed for the rarely warm Gotham day. She was clothed in a trench coat, scarves, gloves, and sunglasses. But, people wearing strange things in Gotham were as comparable to seeing tall buildings in a large city. Instead I focused on the squirrel and his mad chattering at the neighboring tree. He really seemed quite shaken and aggravated.
The woman next to me coughed, and then softly tapped my shoulder. I glanced at her, aggravated that she had distracted me from my thoughts. "I believe we know each other." She whispered.
I stiffened, and forgot how to breathe. She had taken off her sunglasses, and revealed leafy colored skin. Though, she could sense my surprise she stared at me with an otherwise cold and calm look, though on the edge of it there was the tiniest bit of hysteria. As if she was weighing her cards, and knew that this call could put her out of the game.
"No." I replied.
She looked crestfallen and stared intently at me, trying to will me to say yes. But I truly didn't recognize her at all. Her face was foreign to me, but, there was something in her voice that I remembered. But, I decided not to play off that.
She stared forward to the small creature that I had been watching earlier. "Are you sure?" She asked.
"I'm pretty sure that I've never seen you before." I answered confidently, now that she had taken her gaze off me. Taking the chance I had that she was distracted I decided that now was a good time to explore the rest of the park.
I heard her laugh sadly. "That's because you've never seen me." I stopped and looked at her face. I knew Gotham was full of strange people, but I really had never had a close encounter with something this personal. Her expression of regret and dissatisfaction. "Look at the squirrel, Bianca." She whispered.
I backed away, trying to balked further from the line she had obviously crossed by knowing my name. Curious I trailed her gaze to where I had been previously looking, while keeping her in my peripherals. I saw that this time, as the squirrel ran, the branch followed it. Eventually, the branch had taken the small creature above the distance he was going to jump. Staring at her confused. I noticed that her glove was off, and that the branch slowly recoiled with her motions.
I had only heard of one person that could do something like that. And she was supposed to be dead. Her name had been Poison Ivy.
"Who are you?" I asked. She rose up and took off her glove to shake my hand. "Pamela, Pamela Isley. And we have met before."