The jet slowly circled around while Robin latched the safety harness around himself. Flicking switches in the armor suit, he finally closed the front panel of armor over his face. Instantly, clean air rushed in from the built in tanks and infer-red scanners began to process it surrounding. He was all set for his mission.
"Loretta, do you have enough gas to go to an island near here that you can land until pick up?" Robin asked as the plane started to enclose on the Sidon.
She answered, "Yes, Mr. Blake."
And like that Robin jumped down onto the island of the unknown. Landing on the dead grass, he slowly walked through the only area with thick shrubbery and foliage. His sensors indicated only half a mile the presences of human body heat. Robin thought as he chopped a path through, he need to get to Pamela as soon as possible. Being on this island for so long was the worst thing for her health. The radioactivity scales were jumping.
As the facility was in sight, he noticed it looked barely in tacked from the nuclear destruction. Squeezing through debri and vines hanging down the doorway, Robin kept watch of his scanner. It seemed only two people were here.
Creeping to the room with only one red person, Robin peeked around the corner to see with his own eyes Pamela tied to a post. Without thought he ran over and cut her ties. "Pamela," he whispered in panic and happiness to see her alright. Her eyes opened revealing the haunting green color. But something was off about those eyes; they only stared blankly up at him as if she wasn't there fully.
"Surprise, surprise, surprise," the menacing voice echoed in the room and Robin stood up in front of Pamela.
Robin demanded, "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing terrible. I just learned a great knowledge of her chemical makeup. Like did you know she's immunized to any poison? Even this radioactive waste land wouldn't have any damage on her. Remarkable don't you think."
"I'll ask once more, what did you do to her?!" Robin inquired as his metal hands clenched.
"Why don't you ask her? Star night," Dr. Woodrue called out and Robin was confused by his last word. Star night? Suddenly he was shoved down to the ground and his head turned to see Pamela standing on top of a blooming flower. She stared at him blankly and whispered quietly. In a matter of seconds, vines erupted from the cold ground and laced itself around his armor suit. In reaction, Robin's hand rotated into the saw. As it drew closer to the entangled plant, Pamela practically threw herself into front of the blade in terror. She screamed in terror, "Nooooo!"
Robin cursed as he maneuvered the blade that was only an inch away from her perfect face. With his hesitation the plant had now weaved itself so many times around his arms that Robin was pinned. Dr. Woodrue smirked in his glory and said, "Ivy, open his mask up and let this monster watch you kill for revenge."
Ivy nodded her head solemnly and grabbed her knife to pry open the glass that separated him from clean air to contaminate. Robin called out angered, "Revenge?! For what?" The panel flipped open and Robin began to choke a bit from the air uncomfortably.
Poison Ivy traced her knife around his face with her eyes glassy. "You must be accountable for all the innocence you have killed."
"Pamela, I haven't killed innocent people. I capture bad guys remember and let the jury decided."
Her eyes squinted in anger as she whispered, "I've seen what you've done. Don't lie to me."
Dr. Woodrue laughed a bit as Robin said to Pamela, "Dr. Woodrue bombed the island killing everyone. At Gotham he plotted the crazy idea for a Garden of Eden. I promise I never lie to you." Robin paused and whispered, "I love you too much, Mel."
And just in a glimpse, her beautiful green eyes seemed confused, but very alert. Dr. Woodrue added, "Pathetic. Ivy can see the true enemy. I saved her after your attack on the roof top," he stepped hard onto the vine before him and said cocky, "And you are the murder."
"Garden of Eden?" Pamela asked with a deep puzzle expression.
Dr. Woodrue explained calmly, "You remember sweetheart. We'll let our plants grew free," Pamela stared at the plant still dying under his footsteps, "and start the world over new. A clean slate. Select a few of the best and discard the rest of civilization. Don't you see Ivy, finally we shall have piece in our world."
Pamela encircled Dr. Woodrue and traced a finger from his one to the other shoulder. "How shall I dispose the trash?"
"However you please my dear," he replied smiling at Robin. Ivy bent down to his ear and said, "Excellent cause," instantly the plants grasped onto Dr. Woodrue body and slithered up to his neck.
He struggled under his bindings and cursed out loud, "What are you doing? I command you to stop! Stop and attack her now!"
Pamela laughed cold heartedly and petted the vine slithering her shoulder, "Did you really think their allegiance lies with you." Her murderous eyes glanced up to his terrified face, "You may have confused me with your brain wash, but I know you."
Robin sensing this path might lead dark announced, "Pamela, we have him trapped. We can call the police and get out of here. We don't have to do anything rash."
She turned over to Robin and responded, "I'm not irrational, Nightwing. He is a very bad man; he could be lumped together with my shit of a father. He should die."
"Let the jury decided Mel,'" Robins said struggling in his bindings.
"The jury?! Please. Do you know what happened after my father was arrested for murdering my mother and abusing me?"
Pamela waited for Robin to speak and he reluctantly replied, "He was sentenced for life."
"For life," she replied with a bitter tone. "The system failed me. For years I was haunted with the idea of him breaking out and finding me." Pamela went over to a table and continued to say, "But not this time."
"Please Mel. You don't want the weight of killing someone to be on your shoulders," Robin pleaded.
She ignored his request, "Jason, do remember that night you left me for dead?"
He stood silent with his mouth gagged by the plant and Pamela pulled out a vile inserted from her glove. As Pamela's eyes trained on the red liquid in deep thought, the plants grip loosen a bit from Robin. He knew if he didn't act soon, Pamela would have killed in what Gotham's view a saint.