Poison Ivy has her own agenda.
With the help of Harley Quinn and Ivy, the Joker plans to release every patient at Arkham Asylum in two days. His master plan will finally come together.
But Poison Ivy has her own plans for the Joker. Once she is reunited with her friend, Bane, she will unleash hell on him for leaving her in Arkham years ago.
Poison Ivy stretched her arms above her head before leaning back against the roof ledge. Vent steam hissed up behind her. It was blindingly dark, and the moon was a hazy blur behind the clouds. With a sigh and a bored expression, she leaned her elbow on the ledge and cupped her chin. I'll go mad waiting here. Even more mad, she corrected, and amused smile gracing her lips. Like men's opinions mattered to her.
A man opened the back door to the warehouse in front of her, and Ivy perked up. He threw a couple bottles into the alley and went back in, slamming the door behind him, and she slumped back.
What is he waiting for? Do something! she pleaded. She had been watching the Joker's hideout for days, and nothing had happened. Despite his promises to her, and her promises to him, she knew he was up to something more. He had taken her plant pods and said he'd keep her up to date, but Ivy had no intention of waiting on him for information.
But so far, everything had been quiet. His jester hadn't even shown up, and at least she kept things interesting.
Ivy began pacing. Back and forth. She flicked her hair back angrily, annoyed with everything. She could imagine her Bane still sitting in one of those horrible cells; imagine the Joker's smug grin. She continued her march across the rooftop then back again, almost hoping the Joker would see her.
"As a plant, I'd think you'd be more rooted," someone said. Ivy jumped and squinted. Red Hood stood with his hands thrust into his pockets, watching her through the steam.
"Are you following me?" She demanded, immediately on guard.
"You'd like to think that wouldn't you?" He stepped closer to her. "If you beat me to death with a crowbar, I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
"Don't flatter yourself," Ivy scoffed. "I was here first, lover boy."
"Come on." Ivy could practically hear the cocky grin in his voice. "I thought we could share a roof, maybe some intel, or anything really."
"Well," Ivy sauntered over to him, "I don't make deals with faceless people." She flashed him her sweetest smile, trailing a hand across his chest. "No mask?" she asked in a soft whisper.
"I think we have a problem then." He took a deep breath to prove his point; she could hear the muted whir of the breathing filter. "Because I think I'll keep it on." Ivy huffed, turning away. "So," Red Hood trailed after her, "Poison Oakly-"
"-Poison Ivy," she snapped.
"Word on the street is you know what's happening." He watched her, leaning against an air conditioner unit.
"No one has said anything. You're fishing."
"If you say so Itchy Leaf." He shrugged.
"Why don't you find your own roof?" Ivy snapped. "Or run back to your little Batman?"
"Ouch," Red Hood laughed. "Did I get under your petals?"
"Do you want to find out what a flower can do?"
"No, no," he laughed, "I've see what you're capable of." He said it with an almost admiration that left Ivy suspicious. "But this is the best vantage point of the clown. So sorry Darling, but you're not my priority." He took one hand out of his pocket, adjusting the collar of his jacket. "Unless you want to be." Instead of being frustrated, Ivy found herself trying not to smile which made her more annoyed.
"Bite me," she muttered, not used to someone getting to her.
"I'm pretty sure you'd like that too much."
"And you'd be dead, so we'd both be happy," Ivy fired back before realize she'd agreed with him. She seethed; her breath an annoyed hiss. She had no way of knowing if he was smiling, surprised, or even triumphant, and her pheromones had no effect. Nothing had ever irked her more than the man in front of her right now.
"Acid Ivy, can plants blush?" Red Hood stepped closer to her, his head bent down like he was looking into her eyes.
"Men like you are why I want to eradicate the planet of your species," she spat.
"Don't be so bitter. You might rue it." Ivy glared at him.
"Plant humor. How original." She took a step back. "The roof is all your's," she told him. "Have fun trying to get with your guy." Ivy stormed away, saying over her shoulder, "But with so much dick in your personality, I don't think there's much left."
Ivy walked to the far end of the roof and hopped down onto the fire escape. She kept her feet quiet on the metal as she went. She landed distastefully on the dirty bricks of the alley. Glancing either way, she went left.
After only a few steps, a side door was thrown open. Ivy froze in place as the door ricocheted off the wall, the Joker already well out of the doorway. She glanced up at the roof, unable to stop the smile as she saw the door was out of view of her former vantage spot.
"Sorry lover boy," she whispered, trailing silently after the Joker.