- I will rewrite the previous chapters at some point, a lot of the writing needs improving and there are small things I'd like to change. Nothing too drastic.

- The original way I was going to level up the class system is scrapped. It was kind of stupid anyway. Instead, she'll get three skills/perks. One core skill, like in the brawlers case [Krav Maga] and the other two related to the class. One at level one, another at level 25 and the last one when she maxes the class, level 50.

Also, I've decided to write another story, with Jason Todd at the centerpiece. It will be an opposite to this. A hero/Anti Hero story.

Won't let me post the link but it's just on my profile if you're interested.

I awoke in a sweat, the sheets of my bed drenched. I clutch my head in pain, groaning in agony.

I try to grasp the sensation of the fleeting memory, but much to my annoyance, it escaped me.

Stupid brain.

I threw the sheet off myself, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. The now-familiar intricate patterns of my emerald skin greet me, my eyes beginning to close and droop.

Ironically, even though I now thrive on the sun, I still make sure my room is blanketed in darkness. Old habits...

I yawn, standing up from my bed and begin to stretch. I fold my arms above my head, a blissful sigh escaping my mouth as my muscles stretch comfortably.

Elliot had given me this room a couple days ago, claiming that he didn't want any of us leaving the building for 'security reasons.

Of course, that didn't stop my dungeon crawls. I was of the mindset that any day not in the dungeon was a waste of a day.

I have to be sneaky though. I'm pretty sure the guy has cameras set up around the room to watch me.

It's been about... Six days since the team briefing and I've made a bit of progress with my level.

Pamela Ivy - Level 40

HP:220

MP:110

SP: 250

STR:58

CHA:55

LUK:22

WIS:21

INT:100

DEX:105

CON:14

I did put a few points into CON after my fight with Deathstroke but seeing half of it disappear? It irritated me.

And then there was the good news. Last night, before I collapsed into my bed from exhaustion, I maxed out my [Brawler] class. Finally.

While the class was initially useful, I was moving into the big leagues of the world and as such, I need something more than my fists.

Lucy, display the perks I received from the Brawler Class.

[Way Of The Brawler]

Your skill with hand to hand combat grows. You do 25% more unarmed damage when facing more than one opponent.

This was a standard perk that I wasn't interested in much. Yes, it'd be helpful but my second reward was much more interesting.

[Vision Of The Green] - Lvl.Max - Active

You tap into the Green, the Mother of all life, allowing you to see the vital organs and weaknesses of your enemies.

Basically, this allowed me to have x-ray vision, although on a much smaller scale.

Which brings me to the next part - Lucy. My new class.

[Due to the host's [Tiredness] status last night, a new class was unable to be chosen. Please select a new class:

[Gunslinger] [Assassin] [Archer] [Mage] [Swordsman] [Smithing] [Brewer] [Cook]

Cook?

The cooking class being among the rest of the classes almost makes me giggle. I was half-tempted to take it, just to troll the system.

Unfortunately, my life is on the line with this choice.

There are a few new classes among the original selection I was greeted with, such as the Assassin and Smithing.

Smithing could be really useful depending on how the system goes about it. Creating my own weapons and armour, with no need to rely on luck or the system for getting loot. But I need more avenues of attack...

I move over to one of my drawers, opening it and grabbing the black notebook that lay inside.

This was a useful little trinket that I picked up from a token, called the [Thinker]. It wasn't too crazy, it just transfers my current thoughts onto the paper. Sometimes my mind races with too many ideas, and this is the perfect tool to break them down.

[Swordsman] is immediately ruled out. It's just too close to the [Brawler] class. I need to add range or utility to my arsenal, and that's not going to help.

[Assassin] is a broad term. It could mean a great many things, mastery of daggers or perhaps even poisons. Not crossed out, but low on my priority list.

The only three I'm slightly considering are [Gunslinger], [Mage] and [Archer]. More so the former two, but if the archer class is anything like Skyrim, I can really abuse the sneaking system.

I bring my hand to my chin and hum. For the [Gunslinger] class I do already have a weapon for it - the [Ranger Seqioua]. But is that a valid reasoning for choosing?

Ah. I have an idea.

For reaching a hundred points in the intelligence stat, I was given a certain skill.

[The Great Sage]

Your intelligence has piqued the interest of the Great Sage, who will pander to your curiosity. You can ask the Sage one question a week.

Side effect - A really big headache.

I have wanted to test the ability, and now there is a perfect opportunity to do so.

I feel a chill creep up my back and I survey the room, the feeling of eyes watching me becoming ever more apparent.

I'm not sure how the ability works, so it's probably best not to use it when I'm under watch.

A small tapping on my door breaks me from my thoughts as it slowly creaks open.

I internally groan as I see the face of Thomas peaking through the door, a smile plastered across his face.

"Miss Isley--"

"Poison Ivy."

Elliot stopped for a second, a scowl appearing on his face, "Excuse me?"

"It wouldn't be very wise to call each other our real names on this mission now, would it?"

I did think on whether to continue to call myself Poison Ivy or go with a different alias. But anything else I seemed to come up with just seemed... Artificial.

His scowl dropped, replaced by another ingenuine smile, "That's why I like you Is--Ivy. You think of the little things. A very fitting name too."

Every word exchanged with this man is the equivalent of listening to chalk across a chalkboard. Loud, irritating and hard to listen to.

But he's the connection. The contact between us and the client. And as such, getting rid of him means getting rid of the potential payout.

"I came to tell you - We leave tonight. Make sure you're ready."

Huh. So it's finally happing. I won't deny it, a part of me is filling with excitement. The chance at doing something with real impact on the DC world, it was definitely an exhilarating thought.

I did consider leaving a couple of times. But the pros honestly outweigh the cons. I don't need to fear Batman and Bruce, due to my [Mysterious Elf Mask]. As long as I didn't leave any DNA on scene there would be no way to track my involvement with the heist.

But it occurred to me that someone will probably end up betraying me or even the group. The worst thing about most supervillains was their loyalty to no one but themselves.

That included myself, but that's beside the point.

So I've outlined a vague plan on how to avoid dying if they do plan to betray me.

Thomas's gaze lingers on me for a few more seconds, almost as if he was searching for something, before his face disappears from around the door, his footsteps fading out into the hallway.

I move to the door, checking the hallway was empty before shutting the door and locking it with a click. It was time to choose a new class, and ironically it was probably safer to do so in the dungeon than in this room.

I walk over into the bathroom, the only room that I suspect wasn't outfitted with cameras. I didn't get the feeling of being watched in here, though why he decided that spying on someone in the bathroom was too much, I don't know. If you're going to invade my privacy, at least go all the way...

I unequip my pyjamas, the [Mother Of Plants] armour set coming to rest upon my body once again. Time for some grinding.

Thomas left Ivy's room, his signature smile leaving his face almost immediately after breaking from her sight, a cold look settled upon his features.

That woman... Her blatant dislike for him was beginning to rub him in the wrong way. She was a tool, a means to an end and yet here he was yearning for her attention.

He pulled out his phone, opening the camera feed from the various camera's he had planted. Selina stood in her room, a faint humming coming from her. Cats brushed against her leg, steam coming from the bacon she was cooking. Thomas nodded to himself. Selina had remained in the building for the past weeks.

So no leaks from her.

Installing a camera into Freis's room was difficult, but with the backing from the client, attaining the suitable technology to resist the sub-zero temperatures of his room was easy.

Victor was the one he was least worried about, after all his goal was not of wealth or power but of love. Nora was in the middle of his room, frozen with a peaceful expression on her face.

Deathstroke was a different beast entirely. He'd noticed the camera's almost immediately and immediately destroyed them. He was hired directly by the client, however, and not by him. As such, he couldn't do much to enforce the rules.

And then to Pamela herself. She didn't do much except laze around in bed all day, occasionally committing to some degree of exercise. The most strange part however, was her disappearing acts.

She would occasionally move over into the bathroom and would not leave until hours later. Thomas hadn't planted cameras in the bathroom for any member of the group, to preserve a little privacy and dignity.

None of the bathroom's had windows, so he didn't need to worry about escape. But it still intrigued him on what she was doing in those few hours...

He'd been gathering a profile on the girl ever since she'd arrived here, at the request of the client. Thomas himself was a man of medical science and as such wanted to see how she ticked.

She seemed to be able to control, perhaps even communicate with the plants around her, to a certain degree. Victor had noted that although his medicine was impressive, she holds her own healing factor when under the sun due to unnatural healing within half a day. He had observed her most of the twelve hours she stood under the tree in an almost meditative state. It was an enthralling experience, as strange as it sounded.

But, no matter how much he was interested in her, she was a loose cannon. While he knew of her physical profile, her mental one was not nearly as complete.

She harboured a hatred of Jason Woodrue, and the situation he put her in. At the absolute mercy of a man. Her reaction when he first showed her the photos of her experimentation was telling. A look of intense fury unbecoming of such a woman.

He had tried to get close to her, to steal a blood sample in hopes of further studying it. But she always seemed to know. Dodging his attempts to get close.

Thomas shook his head, deciding to bar the thoughts of the peculiar woman for now. He had a meeting. He had made his way outside where a black limousine waited. The street was eerily quiet as he approached, the wildlife and even the wind remaining silent as he entered the vehicle.

Thomas's opened the door peeked inside, his eyes immediately were fixated on the man sitting across from him, a pair of thick grey glasses hiding his eyes. He was dressed in a tidy black suit, the edges of a pistol visible inside his suit.

Thomas confidently entered the car. Showing that he was afraid or hesitant would only hinder him.

"Thomas Elliot. How are things progressing on your end?"

Thomas shifted in his seat, "Everyone has been debriefed and everyone knows what to do. We're all ready to go."

"Just as planned. I've been instructed to remind you. Failure will not be tolerated and will result in you and your team's immediate termination."

Thomas's thoughts returned to his team and he was confident in their ability to succeed. They had brains and the brawn to complete the mission.

"Of course. Has the bug been set?"

The man nodded, "Security has been weakened but do not expect minimal resistance. Bruce Wayne is paranoid and careful above all else. We've predicted there are some security measures we're unaware of."

"Understood. Was there anything else?"

The man pulled out a phone, handing it over to Thomas and allowing him to read the message.

"Your request has been approved. If the capture of the key is successful, you will receive the resources and staff to carry out your request. He is very interested in seeing the full extent of her abilities."

Thomas grinned, for the first time in a while, a genuine smile spread across his face.

"Project Poison Ivy. I like the sound of that."

???"Submit to me, earthling. Your heroes have fallen and your world will be dust. Serve me and I will grant you your life."The sky bled a crimson red, blanketed by thousands and thousands of black dots that surrounded the earth. Parademons.A grey giant, outfitted in a strange armour stood across me, his eyes a fiery inferno. Behind him sat the defeated Justice Leauge, their bodies long cold and breathless.Surrender? The sound of the word brought a bitter taste to my mouth. I had not surrendered in so long, because there was no need.No, I wouldn't surrender. Not to him. Not to anyone."I am the Goddess of the Green, Darkseid. The moment you set foot on this Earth, you entered MY domain."The ground shook, the earth splitting apart, a primal force awakening from a deep slumber."And I do not take kindly to trespassers."-

A filler chapter while I had some spare time. Will continue to work on the current one.