Chapter: 11

*Pam's P.O.V.*

I couldn't stop throwing up, I couldn't believe I had really just killed my professor. I looked down at his body, his lips looked burnt and crusty, with green veins webbed across his whole face.
My red hair grew back, and I was covered in a bunch of vines and flowers.
Jason Woodrue was dead, and I didn't have to live anymore knowing that he was out there getting away with what he'd done to me. It was about time I returned the favor.
I watched as the plants were pulling him into the ground, I'm pretty sure he wasn't going to be missed.

*Week later*

Edward hasn't been working since I saw him last time. I think I might've scared him, when he found out that I had powers. I was really feeling lonely here at work.
Nobody wanted to talk to me, because they were too busy with work.
All I did was sit in my office, typing away on the computer, and drawing sketches for my new outfit.
I really liked this one outfit, the one that looked like a bathing suit, with nylon green stockings. It was different, I took out some colored pencils and started coloring in the outfit.
What was I thinking?
I put down the colored pencil, and ran my fingers through my blonde wig.
I hugged myself, while leaning back in my spinny chair.
What was I going to do with a costume like that, wear it once a year for Halloween? I don't think so.
*Memory*
"Pamela?" Jason sounded shocked. "I thought you were -"
"-Dead?" I reply quickly. "No, I'm still alive obviously. Those toxins you injected in me had a rather marvelous effect on my entire being."
"Pamela," He backed up against the wall. "I'm sorry for all that I did to you, I don't know what I was thinking."
A vine quickly wrapped around his neck, gripping his throat tightly, and squeezing out all of the air from his lungs.
"I'd like to show you what you've created," I kissed him intently, his body was tense at first, but soon he was engulfed in the poison, I watched as he writhed in pain as his lips burnt up and started withering away. he screamed and moaned, his insides were burning with the venom from my kiss.
*Present*
That was just revenge, it's not like I wanted to become . . . evil or anything.
I felt my skin touching the softness of my sweater it was warm, and it was the only thing right now that made me feel safe.
Does acting out my evil intentions make me an evil person?
The world is a dangerous place to live, Pam, not because of the people that are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.
I guess I was right, if I didn't do anything about the evil Dr. Woodrue did, that would've made me an evil person, but because I did something about it, it made the world less evil.
I'm so confused.
I thought I was doing something good, but I still feel guilty.
Why can't I just move on?
"Pamela?" It was Bruce Wayne.
I quickly stopped hugging myself, and got up.
"Mr. Wayne," I laugh. "What a pleasant surprise, I'm glad you made it out of the hospital."
"Thank you,"
His eyes were so deep and intense, I really wanted to kiss him, but in the condition I was in, I didn't want to kill him like I killed Woodrue.
"I-I heard that the restaurant is being sued for what happened to you," I stutter, trying to make conversation to fill the awkward void of silence.
"Yes," Bruce agreed. "A detective looked into, and said that I was poisoned, so it's on the restaurant, nothing for you to worry about."
I nod, and I gesture him to take a seat.
Bruce just stood there, almost like a robot.
"Would you like me to get you some coffee," I ask, in a low voice.
"No thank you." Bruce said. "I just wanted to talk to you about the enterprise party we're throwing tomorrow. it's kind of like a celebration for our work, and what we're trying to accomplish, I would really like you to be there."
Bruce's gaze was very intimidating, he looked like he wanted answers, and I really didn't know what to say. I didn't want to tell him that I was poisonous, and that I could kill him with a simple kiss.
Might as well just tell him I had a bad case of herpes that day.
Ugh, I think having herpes would be better than having poisonous lips.
Oh wait, he was talking about something else, oops, I was too busy thinking about the kiss.
I sat down at my desk, and looked up only to see that Bruce was gone.
He was gone just like that, like air.
Tom walked towards my door, with a delivery. "Pam you got another delivery."
He pushed the box into my office and then left.
What does he mean another delivery?
The box was green with a purple question mark on it.

*Bruce's P.O.V.*

"I picked up this leaf," I say to Alfred, right as I was inspecting the leaf through the microscope. "It has some weird DNA on it. Toxins that were found in my mouth the night I ate with Pamela."
Alfred walked over to my desk with soup.
"What are you trying to say sir?" Alfred asked.
"I don't know," I mutter. "These chemicals weren't located in the food I ate, and I really don't want Pamela to be the reason behind this."
"There are more women out there than Miss Isley, Mr. Wayne." Alfred replies. "By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower."
Alfred left me all alone in the Batcave, I'm guessing he was right.

I met Catwoman on top of a building, she was wearing her usual black leather outfit, with her mask, covering her eyes.
"Brucey," Selena smiled. "It's good to see you. I was wondering when you were going to take me out again."
"I need a favor from you," I say.
"Sounds more like a demand when you say it like that. What the fuck do you want me to do?"
I give her a picture of Pamela.
Selena sighs. "You need me to find that chick?"
"Yes," I mutter.
"Bruce," She sounded confused. "I used to go to college with this girl."
"What are you trying to say?" I ask. I knew there was going to be a catch, in the next couple words Selena was going to say.
Selena looked upset.
"Bruce," She began. "This girl is dead."