Poison Ivy walks free.
Arkham Asylum, the maximum security hospital for the criminally insane, has been left weakened in her wake as Poison Ivy freed herself from her cell. The Joker, having wooed Harley Quinn and escaped two years ago, didn't lend a hand.
Revenge is the endgame, and Poison Ivy intends to win. Forming a plan, she goes to the Joker to offer her help in exchange for the freedom of her ally still caged within Arkham's walls, the man who broke Batman; Bane.
"We're finally home Baby," Poison Ivy cooed at the small, beat up plant in her hand. She stroked one of its bent leaves lovingly as she crossed the room. Ivy gracefully knelt and dug a small hole with her hand. "I'm so sorry you had to get hurt," she soothed as she place the plant in the hole and gently brushed dirt over it.
She carefully caressed her Baby as she fumed, "However, you wouldn't have been hurt at all if it weren't for the clown. First, he borrows you and lets you nearly be destroyed, and then, after that jesting bimbo of his breaks him out of Arkham, he doesn't save us. After all we sacrificed. Two years I waited for him. Two years. I trusted the Joker and he let me rot in that wretched hell for two years."
Ivy was pacing now, her body taut and movements fierce. "So I had to let you be harmed again," she spat. She returned to the plant, her voice soft and sweet again, "But don't worry, Baby. Soon you'll be big and strong and destroying cities again." Ivy smiled coyly.
"But my poor Bane is still trapped in the prison," she mused sadly then smiled once more. "Well we must bring him back home again," Ivy whispered suggestively at the now greener plant. She strode toward the door, plan already in motion.
Her home was in the subway system. Bane had emptied out an old railcar storage room that had become obsolete with the expansions. The room was still perfectly intact, and the vines and plants constructing most of the items and furniture in the room had flourished in her absence. Old fluorescent lights swung, casting her silhouette around the tunnels.
When Ivy reached the street it was already dark, but the moon gave her more than enough light. Using one of the pitiful trees that was caged in a small section of dirt between endless pavement, she had a branch smash shop window. Her reflection smiled up at her from the sea of sparkling glass.
Ivy moved playfully about the docks. She was in a good mood for the first time in years. She slid beneath the grimiest dock and made her way to a small cave dug beneath it. Her hips were swaying and a smile was on her face as she approached the crooked shadow hunched over a pitiful fire. "Who dere?" the shadow croaked.
"Oh come now Mad Joe. It hasn't been that long," she purred seductively. Mad Joe grinned a rotten smile. He'd grown older, more crooked, and more foul.
"Flowa'!" he wheezed. Ivy had always maintained an extensive underground network for gathering information, but Mad Joe was the best of the best. He heard everything, and he was willing to share. For a price. Ivy rested a hand on her hip, well aware of the figure she was casting.
"Look a' 'oo Flowa. Jus' as purdy as da las' time I sawd ya," he hacked a forced chuckle.
"Sorry to disappoint, Joe. This visit isn't for pleasure," she cooed. "I need to know what the Joker is up to."
"Ooooo weeeee, Flowa'. Tha's a big orda," he gloated.
"Well it's a good thing you hear everything isn't it?" Ivy said as she held up her hand, and from her fingers dangled a gorgeous diamond necklace.
Ivy burst through the warehouse doors, and strode toward the Joker, deadly gorgeous. He tripped back into a chair at the sight of her. "Ivy! How-how lovely to see you! About that whole, being stuck in Arkham thing, I was-I was," he fumbled. Ivy slammed her hands down on the armrests of the chair. She leaned in toward him till her lips were right next to his ear.
"I have a plan."