The Citation made descent in the Alexander Wayne International Airport around seven in the morning, just as the sky was reaching its strong shade of gray light with a crown of lavender and gold lightly decorating its clouds. A quiet morning, for a new beginning. Alejandro took the plane down into a steep dive as the runway became clear and ready for their arrival, the mass of metropolis that was Gotham City wide awake even in this hour of the morning, with its five million residents honking horns, cursing at each other through car windows, popping off drinks in harmonious laughter, and street performing their way into masses of pennies and quarters.
Alive, and in every way clichéd to the exotic ways of "muchness". Funnily enough, it was fitting that this should be the start of it all: from a madman clown who has gassed an entire parade turnout, to a crazed cannibal midget who had attempted to blow the skyscrapers to kingdom come via exploding penguins, Gotham had had many opportunities to arise itself to handling situations of exotic flavor.
But this flavor was bitter, poisonous even. Bane was the first to awake, his eyes snapping open and glowing their fierce golden green as he looked around the dimly lit plane, hearing the pilot in cockpit humming softly to himself in a strange dazed sort of way. Ivy's effect was still going. Bane, ever sensible inwardly against his ability to express it, could have deduced that she had overwhelmed the South American pilot with far too much pheromone excess. His mind was crippled.
She slept softly against his arm, snuggled into the bulk, her long flowing, blood red hair trailing over his muscle buildup. She looked peaceful in her sleep, basking a soft slumber as she prepared for another day of murder and construction to Eden's benefit. He knew that she dreamed of her vast aspirations, but how to vocally commend them? She had given him a way out of that prison of a castle, had excited him with the purpose of mass annihilation. But would he be enough to ensure that it could be done? An enforcer he may be, but the Venom so strongly did take away from his intellectual abilities.
"Ahora estamos aterrizando en nuestro destino, maestros. Ciudad de Gotham." The voice came out over the intercom built above their heads, the loudness of it quite magnified in the early morning stillness. Ivy grimaced in her sleep, a wretch of expression with gnashed teeth, before her green eyes snapped open and she cast an irritable look over towards the cockpit.
"Voy a matarte…" she muttered darkly, stretching her arms out as she yawned considerably. She looked up at Bane, who nodded silently at her, acknowledging her awakness for a new day of pushing around the titan. An acknowledgment that would not be questioned. "Morning, compadre. Sleep well?"
Bane nodded, grunting loudly with an incomprehensible offer. She patted his leg kindly.
"Good. I'm glad both of us did. I stayed awake for the longest time, thinking of so many things. It kind of scares me, you know, the anticipation." She looked out of the window, at the mass of city sweeping before her. A flash of an intense smile. "Then again, when you see something like this, widespread in all that it is, it's a jungle, Bane, and I know a jungle better than most, I reckon."
She began to tie her hair back into a soft bun, closing her eyes for a moment as she began to control her pulse. It was running rapidly this morning. Anticipation indeed.
"Bane, darling, we're going to have to take one of the cars already stationed once we land. I know we have enough money to rent one, but that just won't do. I'm hungry, Bane. I need breakfast."
Bane said nothing, but his mind reeled at her semantics. He knew very well this "hunger" would lead to a most unusual "breakfast": food poisoning, that was, in a strange sort of literary way. He held up a hand, and gently stroked her hair. She winked at him, rubbing his leg slowly as the silent understanding passed between them.
"Will you stand beside me?" she almost whispered, her lips slightly parted as her intense stare bored into his eyes. He felt sickness wash over him, a sort of nausea that came with a dread fear and discomfort. She had, from the very beginning, induced this feeling upon him. He feared and desired what she was, for her extremities were well beyond his own, and it was this knowledge that made her "goddess" in his eyes. He wondered just what it would be like…to give into the more wild cravings… a Venom enhanced mutation, compiled with the garden of a venom inducing ethereal… it sounded like a bad fan fiction. Then again, this had never been a normal occurrence to begin with.
But then she kissed him, quite passionately, her venom slipping into his throat with a very fast delivery, and as the nauseating, pain inducing hemotoxin seared at his stomach and organs, he closed his eyes, pulling her in tighter, needing the torment that it brought upon him. When she pulled away, he fell back in his seat, harshly breathing as his heart began to pump wildly. He could feel his body absorbing the poison, could feel it becoming one with his own blood. The feeling was beyond agony…and it was an agony that he wanted.
When the plane landed, ten minutes later, the two monsters stood from their seats, the baggage tied around Bane's shoulders, who was concealed with the confines of a massive, thick leather trench coat, his head hidden underneath a wide brimmed fedora. She herself had donned a head wrapping not unlike something from Thelma and Louise. They both looked up at each other, her hand stroking his crotch in the same way that she would hold his hand, to assure him that all was going to be well, and that the events that would transpire from such an arrival were only going to bring about Eden for the better: that they would break through soon, and change all things.
"Let's kill him," she said, her breath caught from enthusiasm. It was the moment she had waited for, the timing leading up to it an agonous procrastination. Now her blood was boiling and she was getting turned on by the idea, and Bane knew that she would not last for much longer. She had to kill now. The smell coming off of her was enough of an overwhelming indicator. Its stench…
Bane strode forward, just as Alejandro was exiting the cockpit.
"Senor, Senorita, welcome to-umph!" Bane's massive fist wrenched around his neck and the young man was pulled forward, as the titan tossed him over and onto the floor with a thick crunch at Ivy's feet. She wasted no time at all. She leapt down upon the man and grabbed his face with her black gloved hands, licking her lips as the heat of passion that pre-destined murder overwhelmed her.
"This trip was to die for," she whispered, pressing her lips hard against the bewildered man. As her poison rushed into his lungs and his throat, his eyes widened and he gasped, horribly, his body jerking as he tried to fight her off, but she held him firmly against her, all manner of horrible stench exploding from her as hormones ruptured like fire, her intoxicating passion overwhelming even Bane, who fell to his knees at the emissions. Ivy was making the most sensual of moaning sounds as she killed the man.
After several seconds, Alejandro stopped jerking. Stopped moving altogether. He was dead far long before Ivy removed her lips from his own, her kiss pushing far forward post mortem. Corpse or not, it was sensual that she should enjoy every second that she could. She could feel a powerful elation below, lubricating by the thought of her action. When she finally released him, the man's face was swollen horribly, his veins swelling outward, filled with the most vibrant green substance, his very eyes filled with the poison, a nasty blackish-green. Destroying all light from the young man, all color.
She was breathing so hard, so desperately, her skin burning red with the heat rushing off of her. She gasped as she fell on her back, sprawled over the dead man's body, pleasuring herself over what she had just did. As she did not, she looked to Bane, who could only watch in silence, bewildered and enthralled at the same time.
"Bane," she whispered, gesturing at him with a finger. He obeyed at once, crawling across the floor over to her, for there was an evil consummation to rupture and she would have it now. Minutes of precious indulgence, a smell like no other, perhaps it could kill if it touched any who had not been given the advances that had been given to Pamela Isley and Antonio Diego. But he entered like an obedient dog, allowing her to lead him on, two becoming one in the most evil moment of consummation, the sort of love making that proceeded murder with a horrible sense of self-gratification…
When several minutes of the dark consummation had passed, she finally pushed him away, though gently, pulling her lower wear back over herself as she lay there, breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling, her mind focused on the most extreme form of self-worship.
"Bane…oh, Bane, what am I to do with myself?" she asked him softly. Bane, erect from the passion that so overwhelmed his senses, could answer little to that question, instead clawing at the floor to bring about self-control. Ivy stretched out her arms above her head, moaning. This world was hers, and no one could tell her otherwise. She existed as chains, and those chains would entwined the planet as vines, and the vines would be an eternal reminder to the future race of Earth that she was Mother Nature, and she was also never to be questioned: for Poison Ivy was the bringer of the Apocalypse… yes…that was the plan…
The baggage handlers were waiting patiently outside of the plane, wondering as to the cause of the delay concerning the passengers onboard. But the door did come to open, and out of it did step the most alluring of women, a redhead of the ages. Divinity in their perception, of course, questioned, but not ultimately forgotten in the acknowledgment. She was there, and this knowledge was powerful enough to drive them beyond their wits.
There were seven of them, five men and two women, all waiting to be allowed onboard as to provide a luggage pick up service. Ivy raised a hand, waving at them all with a tender smile.
"Evening, Gothamites. I do wonder how you all were so inclined to greet me."
The seven handlers exchanged funny looks. There was the most foul stench coming from aboard, seemingly coming off of the woman who was now stepping down the stairway from the plane. Behind her, there came the very large titan. Bane had the bags wrapped well and carried them heavy luggage with ease, causing a few of the handlers to back away in surprise.
"Maam, we could have gotten those…" said one of the men up front with an odd awkwardness to his reminder. Ivy approached him calmly, placing her gloved hand upon his cheek and blowing into his face, the small pile of pheromone dust in her other hand sailing through the air with a life of its own as it overwhelmed the seven handlers. At once their faces relaxed, their mouths plastered with idiotic grins, and Ivy grinned back at Bane herself.
"They're all slaves, Bane. All of them. Revel in the though, fellow king of Eden." She turned back to the lovestruck man, who was shaking uncontrollably, muttering something incomprehensible as he fell to his knees upon the concrete runway, gazing up at her as Woodrue had done, when she had taken his life. "I think we can handle the bags, lover," she whispered into his ear, emphasizing the final word of the sentence, and the man gasped, placing his hand over his own heart, and she knew that it must simply be racing beyond its limits. Hopefully, it would kill him, a heart attack notwithstanding. The other six handlers also fell to their knees, ogling mindlessly. She had given them a powerful dose indeed: her pheromones were still on the rage, their very power and force emphasized by the murder of Alejandro, and her sexual joining with Bane.
"Bane, darling, crush their necks, the lot of them, and meet me outside the terminal. I'll secure us transportation, dear." She forced a hand upon his chest and pushed the turbo button. As she walked away, smiling a deep sense of devilsome pleasure, she could hear their screams from behind. Bane was absolutely obliterating them, and she could hear crunches a plenty sounding off in the morning fog behind. She closed her eyes, smelling the scent of the air about her. It was the smell of ages: her promise that she would bring upon Gotham a gravestone, to etch upon its name its final days.
She made her way through the crowded airport terminal, waving and smiling at every man and women who turned to look at her, catching her scent in their nostrils. She was as a walking gas bomb, tipping off hormones in the masses. And her beauty was also vibrant. The terminal was dimly lit, however, and many people still slept in a soft snugness, allowing her to pass through quickly without getting too much inclination. The exit doors were on the other side, and there would be cars there. As she had told Bane, they could afford to rent one of their own. But this morning was a morning for the hunt, and she must simply live up to her new status of phsycopathia.
Someone brushed past her, shoving her hard, and she stumbled to the left, looking around angrily to see who had done such a horrible thing. A middle aged man, dressed in a fine black business suit, was rushing past, and he only looked over his shoulder once, giving her a quick, glance and muttering, "Sorry," in a halfhearted sort of way, before rushing out into the lot.
Fury! Fury lie no other, anger like a fire from a burning volcano, and hatred to score something of a kill to her ambitions yet again. She quickly strode after the man, clattering across the way in her heels as she stalked the man to a nearby parking space near the terminal doors. A black and red limousine awaited her on the outside. She stopped in place, examining from afar the beauty of the 1967 Mercedes-Benz. That could definitely act as adequate transportation. The businessman who had pushed her to the side wad chatting in rushed tones with a fat little driver, who was looking frantic at his client's obvious irritation.
"Well, what the hell?" she asked herself. She strode forward, neither of the men aware of her approach. The businessman waved his arm to silence the driver and motioned for the small man to get in, while he himself jerked open the back door and threw himself inside. Just as the driver was settling himself inside of the car, Ivy grabbed at the door handle to where the businessman had just entered and wrenched it open.
"Hey!" the man spluttered loudly, and when she stooped her head down she saw that the back of the car was just big enough for two. A loveseat of a backseat, and he had taken the far side. She grinned with the enthusiasm of a high school girl going on a first date as she slipped inside with him and slammed the door shut. "What the hell, woman!?" The driver turned around too and looked peculiarly at her.
Ivy stretched out her arms, putting her arm around the man's shoulder while resting the other on the windowsill, gazing lovingly at the man beside her.
"You know, just because you have power to bully others, it doesn't mean that it will always be allowed to commence. Intolerance is vastly becoming a new norm, you see. Women like me have little of it for men like you."
"What the- who the hell do you think you are?" the man snapped, his eyes wide. "Get out of this car at once."
Ivy raised her eyebrows. She was well aware that the driver had a very dazed look over his face. He could smell what the businessman was oblivious to…and it was taking him. "Who am I?" she asked, in mock surprise, placing a hand over her heart as if hurt in her feelings.
"Yeah, that's right, who the hell do you think you are, woman?"
"I...? I…!? I, good sir, am poison. Poison, can you imagine? I am in every way," she said, grabbing his chin fiercely, "Poison Ivy."
And for the second time that morning, no less within an expanse that was less than an hour, she forced a kiss upon the doomed man before he could respond, felt the life drain out of him with an enthusiastic reveling, felt him kick and squirm but enjoyed the sensuality of the action. He gagged loudly, but already she had released him and pushed him against the window with as much bitterness and hatred as she could, and the businessman slumped dead against the cold window, his eyes staring at his suddenly horrified driver. He looked fearfully at the woman sitting so close behind him. She smiled, her eyes narrowing.
"See anything you like?" she said softly, whisperingly, as she would to a lover, sprawling herself out as she stretched out her arms across the backseat, kicking her feet up to rest upon the front seat middle holder. She stared down at her fine legs, and then back up at her, unsure as to what to do. The pheromones were playing with all senses and logic contained within, and he was unsure as to how to proceed about it.
Ivy glanced up, seeing a tall dark shadow standing on the other side of the glass. Bane had finally reached them, and he was peering into the window. She rolled down the thing, the driver still stoned to the spot. Bane grunted loudly when he saw her.
"Bane, darling, put the bags in the trunk and get in the front driver's seat," she told him, turning around at once and blowing another handful of pheromones into the driver's face. His eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. "Would you, kind sir, give Bane a hand and help him open the trunk?"
"Y-yes…y-yes…" he breathed raggedly, putting a shaking hand upon his door to open it. Ivy looked around at Bane. She sliced her hand across the throat, nodding at the driver. Bane nodded as well, understanding at once the hidden message. She rolled her window back up, laying her head back against the soft velvet of the limousine, glancing beside her to admire the corpse of the businessman who had insulted her.
"I love you," she whispered to it, stroking his poisoned filled face with affection. "Gosh, are you beautiful…"
She did not falter from her admiration even when there came a loud clunk from behind, as Bane slammed the driver's head into trunk lid, and promptly slipped his body into the trunk along with their luggage. When the titan crawled into the front seat, she leaned forward and kissed him lightly upon the cheek.
"Welcome to Gotham, Bane. Let's go the park. It's time to start hunting for a home."