A plant snaked itself around the sneaking girl's ankle, wrapping around the black leather boot. The tendrils snaked around the buckles, brushing the cold metal. Silently, it yanked her off her feet to suspend upside down. A redheaded woman emerged from the darkness of the botanical gardens, bright lilac and orange flowers shielding her charms, "Late night, Briar Thorn?" Smiling sheepishly, the girl pushed her raven black tresses out of her slate-gray eyes, "I just wanted some fresh air, Aunt Ivy." The vine released the girl, depositing her suddenly, and not so gently, on a patch of lush grass, a few pearl and diamond necklaces falling out of her pocket. Sighing, Poison Ivy swept them up and examined them, holding them up to the ceiling, "Shopping?" She asked drily.
Smoothing her black silk and lace Lolita-style dress, she shook out her petticoats and skirt, Briar stood, shoving her curly waist-length hair over her shoulder, "Okay. Don't get mad. I know you're in need of cash to continue your plant-venom experiments. Nobody even saw me, Ivy. I'm not some newbie pick-pocket." The redhead clucked her tongue, using her pale and slender fingers to untangle the other young woman's hair, "I didn't raise you to become a part of Gotham's crime scene, Briar. I want you to do more for yourself. When I found you, I promised myself that I wouldn't corrupt your innocence." Briar flinched, then resumed dusting herself off, "Well Catwoman herself couldn't have snagged these babies better! How many lives does she have left anyways?"
Lifting the hem of her dress, she pulled out wads of cash that had been stowed between her fishnet stocking tops and her opalescent flesh. Grinning, she handed them to the bemused Ivy, "I gotta do something to earn my keep, Aunt Ivy. I can't just sit on my ass while you go out and crash parties for funds." Shaking her head, Ivy peered at Briar, her emeraldine eyes searching "I've got Joker, Scarecrow, TwoFace, Bane and their men on their way for a meeting. The Batman has been a, pardon the pun, thorn in our collective sides for long enough."
A deeply accented voice echoed through the room, "Agreed, Poison Ivy. The Bat has a way of always putting his nose in our business." A ripped giant with a tube-covered mask entered. Her composure cool, Ivy replied, "Bane. This is my... Protege, Briar." As for Briar, she was cranning her neck to stare up at Bane, "Dude! You are seriously ripped!" As the redhead frowned at her, Bane let loose a loud booming laugh, "Thank you tiny person." A gravelly male voice commented, "We agree." TwoFace strode in, flipping his signature coin, the Joker skipping in behind him. The young girl became overwhelmed by all the high-profile criminals in her home.
Briar silently slipped away, retreating into Ivy's lab. Exhaling, she sat down on a stool, running her fingers over labeled vials. Different venoms and extracts that Ivy was using to try and replicate the chemical trigger that had changed herself. Smiling lightly, she picked up a vial of liquified hemlock. All of a sudden, there were gunshots and cries of, "The Bat!" The sounds of fighting got closer as Briar dropped and huddled underneath the lab table. She started as the door flew open. Unexpectedly, the girl was yanked out by her arm, only to stare at Batman's masked face, as he held her dangling above the floor.
A thug tackled the Bat, and suprised, he threw Briar onto the lab table, shattering every vial. A scream ripped from the girl's throat as the men disappeared elsewhere. Her skin was burning, her nerves were being slashed at by thousands of razorblades. Rolling left, she tipped off the table and hit the floor. Hyperventillating, she curled up into the fetal position, her back felt like it was splitting open. Another scream, and it all went mercifully black...
(Okay guys. I'm still debating on what kind of side-effects the toxins will have. I don't want another Ivy, no offence Pam. If you'd like to suggest an idea, PM me)