"Gotham City has… Gotham has…" Mayor Borg could not even start his speech to address the public before he broke down into tears, falling to his knees upon the stage as swarms of his guard overwhelmed him, attempting to ensure that he was going to make it. There were so many people screaming in misery and Ivy could hear every single one of them on the television. The man had been suffering a serious hangover upon answering the door, and Ivy had wasted no time in killing him. She had needed someone's television. She had needed to watch the Mayor's address for herself.

Today she was glad to be free of the skin tight rubber. She had traded it out for the very black tanktop that she had worn on the night of her Rebirth. Her hair flowed down long and curled and beautiful once more. She had woven old leaves to decorate her blood red curls, and tied strands of poison ivy around her dirt stained feet and legs and arms. She wore nothing on her lower half, her legs spread wide and au naturel as she propped her feet upon the man's coffee table. Being completely half naked made her feel so much more Poison Ivy than the tight rubber suit.

The man with the hangover had thought her a birthday present sent by his brother.

"Well, you're in for a surprise," she had teased before killing him. He now lay strewn across the coffee table, providing her a human footrest as she studied intently the television where the elderly Mayor Borg was announcing the Gotham all that had transpired of late… as well as his lies concerning all that the police department were doing to put an end to it.

The television kept constantly flashing her picture across the scream, including several shots of her from the Flower Ball as well as surveillance footage from Arkham. She looked so beautiful on the television. She brushed her long red hair with her ivy wrapped hands as the Mayor finally got back to his feet, and stood once more at the podium.

"We are going to find her!" he yelled furiously into the microphone. "I swear to you, she is going to pay! SHE'S GOING TO PAY!" Several officials who stood onstage with him rushed forward and drug the frantic mayor away, as his face reddened.

"Oh, have a heart attack!" Ivy rooted at the screen, as if it were a football game she were watching. "Come on, have a heart attack!"

The mayor collapsed to the ground, several people screaming and sobbing hysterically as medics rushed onto the stage at once.

"SCORE!" she screamed, throwing her arms and legs in the air. "YES! You see that!?" she cried at the corpse. "He DID have a heart attack!"

The live footage ceased at once, turning back to the local GCN channel, where reporter Vicki Vale began to speak.

"It seems something has happened to Mayor Borg. God knows he'll be in our prayers."

"You better pray real damn hard, then, huh, Vic?" Ivy snorted as she took a sip from one of the man's ales that he had wonderfully stocked in the masses within the refrigerator. Swallowing it, she closed her eyes, imagining what it must be like to witness the mayor falling like that in first person. "You better pray hard because the Devil's in town and she's here to make more prayers necessary."

"The hunt for the mass murderer simply known as Poison Ivy continues, adding to the manhunt focused around notorious super-criminal Victor Fries, otherwise known as Mr. Freeze. Since their disturbing escape from Arkham Asylum last night which left five staff members dead, along with one inmate who had been identified as none other than the notorious Riddler himself, Edward Nygma, whole neighborhoods have been shut down while masses of search parties scour the city in hopes of finding leads that will result in Ivy and Freeze's capture. The mass murders that occurred in the Old Shiviar Poor District late last night have given strong indication that-"

"Three, two, one," Ivy counted down, holding up the dead man's arm to watch his watch hand. "And… now." She looked up at the screen, just as someone suddenly appeared. Vicki Vale stopped dead mid-speech, looking annoyed at the sudden stagehand that had appeared, but he desperately handed the reporter a letter and whispered something urgent to her. Vales's face froze.

"Yes, that's right, Vicki, go ahead," Ivy whispered, and she drug the coffee table against the couch now, flipping onto her side so that she could spoon with the dead man.

"I… I don't know what to say…" the reporter stuttered.

"The truth, moron," Ivy sighed as she wrapped her leg around the man.

"We have just received a letter, and… and…" She stared at it with the most intense discomfort. "It seems to have been written by none other than… than Poison Ivy herself."

"Read it already!" Ivy snapped at the television.

"I've been instructed to read it in full…erm…" She cleared her throat in the most uncomfortable way. "It reads as follows: "Dear Mammals of Gotham City, you have lost. I have taken from you superior numbers, my body count surpasses well beyond fifty. And it has been my greatest, most…" Vale looked sick. "most intimate, sexual pleasure to murder your wives, your husbands and friends… and e-especially your c-children… I truly enjoyed killing your children. Taking life from an adult in of common sweetness, but murdering a child who innocence thrives so strongly… I've never felt-"

"More peace in my life," Ivy recited along with her as she read. "I write this because-"

"As mammals, you are destined for an extermination like this on a mass scale, intended to purge the entire planet as you worthless pigs know it. It is my only hope-"

"That I will be able to kill as many of you as I can," Ivy sang.

"-before the MASS extermination commences, as it is more fun, and indeed more arousing, to do so on a one on one level, but as you have poisoned, destroyed, and insulted Mother Nature and her produce for far too long, I shall return equal retribution a billion fold. I will slaughter every single one of you-"

"And enjoy it as much as a child enjoys a new toy. But I will bring it further. Unto the men, I shall enjoy myself in the most passionate ways-"

"with your corpses. Ha. Ha. Ha. Unto the women, I, Mother Nature, bring a mass of Death Pits unto you, that you may be devoured and your blood and bones soaked to fertilize the Earth, in hopes that my babies will grow strong from your remains-"

"While the children shall, one by one, bed fed to my children, for the little worthless urchins trample underfoot the glory of nature without regards to its flourishing life. I will enjoy reaping them the most-"

"because I know that I will have saved the world by these sacrifices. In time, the Earth will be cleansed and prepared anew, for the Ascension of Mother Nature cannot be complete whilst she is defiled by mammals. Hold each other close… for the end is coming… and I, Poison, truly and simple in its most purified form, will bring your death within twenty-four hours. Enjoy your final moments. I look forward to killing as many of you as I can within those next twenty-four hours. I could… I could… b-be anywhere… and you would never see me coming until it was too late. I love you. I love you all so very much-"

"Your goddess, Poison Ivy. And with a little heart scribbled beside my name," Ivy cooed, laughing insanely once more as she rolled onto her back, imagining just how much terror would be spreading through the city even now as people comprehended her promises. "Oh, and-"

"P-p-.s," Vicki struggled with, tears flashing in her eyes as her hands shook violently. She herself was about to break down. "You m-may now p-play the tape… oh my goodness…" She collapsed, sobbing hysterically into her arms as her co-anchor and husband, Alexander Knox, came to sooth her at once, placing his arms around her, tears falling down his own face.

Ivy squeezed the dead man tightly in excitement. Here it comes!

The screen flickered, and suddenly, the video tape she had sent to the news agency was playing. Ivy's floral throne from before no longer existed. Instead, a massive life form, resembling a gigantic pink hued, green tipped Venus-fly trap sat assembled where the chair had once been, opened wide to reveal Ivy, sitting bare naked upon its greast mass, her body covered in some of the most poisonous plants imaginable: White trumpet shaped flowers, called "Brugmansia", otherwise known as the dangerous "Angel's trumpet flower", wrapped around her head like a crown: Scopolamine, the main toxin in the plant, can cause diarrhea, nausea, confusion and dizziness. An overdose can be fatal, or lead to a coma with permanent damage to the eyes, heart and brain. This knowledge suited her well. Her legs and arms were of course wrapped in poison ivy. Around her neck, a wreath of Monkshood, known for its ravenous means to produce death by asphyxia. Black mamba and rattlesnakes coiled around her on either side, seduced to be docile by the pheromones she had induced upon them. They made such beautiful music. Ivy sat in all of her poisonous glory upon the floral throne, stroking the hair of a Hispanic man who lay peacefully in her lap: he was staring around the room, dazed and drunken, grinning stupidly up at his naked goddess as she held him, smiling venomously at the camera filming her.

"Hello, Gotham," the Ivy on the television sighed arousingly. "Have you met my friend? This is Joseph Crimble. Say hello, Joseph Crimble."

Joseph looked around, his eyes dilated, and he gave a half-hearted nod of the head. "Um…" he muttered, before turning to look right back at Ivy. Ivy on the screen giggled, allowing him to such on her finger most hungrily.

"Joseph here is running on my new diet. The world and its impurities suddenly become far more tolerable, when you can see it through the eyes of a vegetarian. He loves his vegetable. I, of course, am a meat eater. And what exactly do I eat?"

She picked up something that lay beside her. It was a severed human hand, and it was missing three of its fingers. "Why, you, of course." She stuck one of the hand's remaining fingers in her mouth and sucked dreamily. "Umm… taste of humans. Yummy." She tossed the hand aside.

"Damn, I belong in Hollywood," Ivy told the corpse.

"You may be wondering why I've made this video. Well, Joseph here really insisted upon it. He wanted to show you all something. Joseph, what is it that you would like to show the people of Gotham?"

She raised her hand and blew a handful of pheromones into the man's face. Joseph positively screamed, his arms reaching out for Ivy in the most worship-able fashion.

"I need you!" he begged, jerking her head towards his, his lips trembling.

"Pipe down," Ivy soothed, pulling him in for a kiss.

Ivy in the present watched with such beautiful fascination. It had been so fun and so pleasurable to actually kill, but to see herself during the kill, as a spectator… it truly was her own form of porn. Her legs tightened around the dead man as she watched Joseph choke to death, green vomit spilling out from his mouth while the Ivy on television stroked his chin as he died. His head relaxed in her lap, warm against her nether regions, his dead face staring blankly towards the camera. How many people were screaming, terrified by this, even now, as this video played all across Gotham on GCN?

"I'm so… perfect," Ivy acknowledged, both on the screen and in the present. Both Ivies said it together. The Ivy on the screen continued to brush Joseph's hair as if nothing had happened. "Now, you see, don't you, Gotham? Do you see what I am? I am Venus, fully realized. I am irresistible, and I can make any man positively die for me. Isn't that right, Margetia? After all, this is your husband of eleven years. Hope you don't mind, Mrs. Crimble. I had to borrow your hubby for a little demonstration."

Ivy in the present grinned, hoping that even now, Mrs. Crimble was bawling her eyes out, screaming in terror at having witnessed her husband's murder on the television. "But don't worry," said TV Ivy assuringly. "Don't worry at all. He has plenty of friends to keep him company during his time here. It takes a while for corpses to rot completely, so I decided to give him some company." She raised her hand and snapped her fingers loudly.

Suddenly, thick green vines dropped down from the ceiling around her. And hanging from those vines were bodies. She had since replaced the décor of the Gollum thugs with more appropriate looking men. They were all rich and finely dressed in business suits and bow ties, their faces stricken in death as their poisoned veins bulged out, the vines wrapped tightly around their necks. There were five of them, and now, a sixth vine was descending down of its own accord, lowering itself right before Ivy. Ivy kissed the vine lovingly, and motioned downward with her finger. The vine moved quickly, twisting itself around Joseph Crimble's neck and tightening. The vine then proceeded to drag the dead Hispanic into the air, where he joined the other five victims in their eternal hanging pose. Joseph's vine, of course, raised him high above Ivy so that everyone could see her face, and only his dangling feet above her head could be seen. She stretched out her arms and hugged the closest of the bodies to her.

"Behold, Gotham, the future of your species. Mrs. Roderick, Mrs. Kelsey, Mrs. Divena, Mrs. Obstrun, and Mrs. Falcone… you should all recognize your own husbands here, just… you know… hanging around!" She let out a series of giggles and snorts, cracking up at her own joke. "You see, Mrs. Crimble, I didn't just murder your husband. I murdered these fine men as well, all of them married… because all of them just couldn't get enough of me. So, it's not unfair at all. Everyone gets a turn. That's right, Gotham… everyone will soon be hanging in my Eden. Your corpses will be put on display for me and my babies… this is what awaits you, in just twenty-four hours. I wanted you to see my power, see my perfection… and know that I have come to destroy you all. But don't worry. I'm not going to be afraid of anyone finding me in the next twenty-four hours… I have these strong men to keep me company." She tickled the stomachs of the dead men with her fingers. "This is Poison Ivy, but really, just Poison, bidding you a happy annihilation… and a pleasant afterlife."

She blew them all a kiss, and the video ended, cutting to static. The present day Ivy, satisfied by how well her video had been delivered, sighed with relief, flicking the television off with the remote.

"I think that went rather well, don't you think?" she said softly, kissing the back of the man's head. "I think Gotham's gotten the message. No one focks with Mother Nature. I feel confident that they have been given proper caution now and readiness. They'll all be screaming, and crying, and suffering… oh, how they'll suffer… just like you did." She gave him a rough shove and he rolled off of the table, hitting the floor hard. "Just like Woodrue did," she sang, rubbing her body affectionately, loving herself. "Just like those miserable urchins, and the staff of Arkham, and Alejandro… oh, man… how many lives have I ended with my kiss? I love these lips." She stroked them softly, wishing it were possible to kiss herself on those perfect lips, to taste her poison for all that it was. "Not enough, I'm afraid. The city hasn't become a mausoleum yet. It won't do me any good to have them all last another day. Freeze will take care of it, though. He will. And speaking of which…" She glanced down at the floor towards the man, eyeing his watch once more. It was still early. She still had plenty of time to relax. This house was nice. Mahogany wood floor, soft linen wallpaper, the scent of fresh flowers… this mad had known atmosphere. She lay on the couch, positively ripping her tanktop to shreds, tearing it from her body, for she hated clothing. Why should she hide her natural beauty? Her body was perfection.

She felt more relaxed, tossing the torn shreds aside as she stretched out naked on the couch. Naked and covered in poison ivy. She was truly right now.

"My life has truly changed in such a short time, hasn't it? I escaped the falsehood of identity, that prison cell that had been called Pamela Isley. Even my original initials had destined me for something greater. And I found it… all thanks to Woodrue. I wish I could bring him back, if only to thank him for releasing me… of course, I would have to kill again, soon after. Killing him was the first true pleasure I had in my life, and that was even after my sexual escapades with Eddie. Woodrue…" She rubbed her leg dreamily as she thought of him. "Woodrue, I miss you, baby…. You helped me realize Poison in fullness. Your corpse would have made such a masterpiece of décor for my garden. But I suppose you're burnt to a crisp now, aren't you? Ashes to ashes and dust to dust."

She snuggled softly against the fine leather of the couch. Allowed herself to rest comfortably, intending to sleep away the next couple of hours. She wanted to dream. She wanted to dream desperately of Eden, and what it would mean for the future of Mother Nature.

It will be alive. Of course it will be alive. A living beauty, perfected into something that Man could never understand…

"I wonder if mom and dad have gotten their package," she yawned, so comfortable on this couch that it made her sleepy. "Hmm… I guess we'll find out soon."

She had sent them a package a couple of days before. A gift, as it had been forever since she had last contacted her parents. She had seldom written letters from South America and had never bothered to use email on their behalf. Hopefully, the package she sent would be an okay gift. It was not every day that your daughter sent you a box containing an animal-hybrid of plant and rattlesnake, whose venom and temper were so deadly that they would die the moment they opened it, for it would destroy them….

"Guess I'll have to Google their town's obituary and find out soon enough," she told herself. She hoped that dad got it first. She had always hated him. The old man had never supported her pursuit of botany in South America. You need to be a local doctor, Pam! That's where the damn money is!

And mom… mom had always been jealous because she had never reached college, let alone finish high school.

You need to be working in the market, stop wasting your time chasing dreams in a wrecked economy, Pamela! Think straight!

Well, mom, she was thinking straight. She had been thinking straight for some time now. Like, they both needed an extremely deadly, vicious predator that could kill them as quickly as possible… and she had sent one straight to them.

Uncle Gero probably would not be sad. He hated Stanley Isley as much as she did. But Uncle Gero had his own problems to worry about. Her package had actually reached his home. His youngest daughter's obituary notice had been posted on the Internet recently. The plant inside the box had strangled her to death. Imagine that? This world was filled with sickos…

One by one, she would prune away all things related to Pamela Isley. She hated Pamela with a passion, and wished desperately to rid herself of that horrid ghost as soon as possible. What right did Pamela Isley have, infiltrating her mind? Infiltrating her memory!?

Freeze had to hurry! She had a feeling that once Gotham was completely wiped out, then Pamela Isley would fade forever. She had committed horrendous atrocities during her time here, yes, but it just was not enough. Killing for sexual pleasure was only half the initiative. She had another one. She had to perform the ultimate act of evil on a mass scale, to obliterate any trace of Isley whatsoever. Isley had held onto some morals, and had always been afraid to take the much needed action. If she could slaughter this entire metropolis, then maybe that would just be enough to be free of that weak mammal forever. Her final victim… would be Pamela Isley.

She eventually faded into sleep, but her dreams were far from Eden. She saw gravestones. Gravestones, in a field fill of dead vines and dead leaves. And on every headstone, their numbers in the masses to one thousand by looks, it read the same name, over and over again: Poison… Poison… Poison…

Not Pamela Isley. Not Alejandro or Joseph Crimble or Merachi Falcone… but Poison. Her name, repeated a thousand times on a thousand gravestones. And standing every few feet or so… was her. But instead of splendored to her natural perfection of nudity and grace, her skin was blackened… and she seemed to be steaming! Smoke was rising from her back, and her features were burnt. Her face was deformed, almost seeming to melt, and she seemed to be screaming… yet no sound came out. She was waving her arms, frantically motioning as she held her mouth open, her distinguishable features filled with terror… but no sound came out. Something else did. Smoke… black smoke, and what looked like little fire flicks…

She awoke several hours later, her heart racing as she sat up to a dark room, with little sunlight raining in. She was sweating horrendously, and she was shaking like mad. The room was so dark… quickly, she reached beside the couch and flicked on the standing lamp. Yellow light illuminated the room, casting a glow over the original homeowner's body… she quickly leaned forward, looking at the time posted there. 7:13 P.M. She gasped. She had slept for quite some time! The official celebration of the new Wayne Enterprises Telescope was going to start in eighteen minutes!

"Damn it!" she swore, kicking the coffee table aside and she stomped roughly upon the dead man's head. "Why didn't you wake me up, you bastard!?" she snapped. She ran into the bathroom area, near the back of the house, and quickly pulled a white towel from the rack. She dared not walk outside fully exposed. The towel would be enough to guide her back to the limo… and then she would have to make a frantic drive to the Observatory. Her costume for the evening was waiting in the trunk for her, but she had no time to dress up now. It would have to wait until she got there. She was sure she could easily knock on one of the doors of the nearby houses to the Observatory, kill whoever was inside of it with ease, and use their living room for a quick changing room, but she was really cutting it close. Why did she have to sleep so soundly!? "Bye," she called back to the corpse as she threw the front door open. "Thanks for letting me borrow your TV!"

She closed the door with a hard snap and pelted through the tiny yard, throwing herself into the front seat of the limo whilst keeping the towel firmly wrapped around herself. Bane would be waiting for her at the Observatory, keeping an eye on Gordon. Gordon was the key to their plan for the night, but she had to hurry! Eden was depending upon her!

"The things I do for you, Mother Nature," she sighed, though as she said it, she did so with a most contented smile upon her face. "But you're worth it. You always will be."

And she meant it.