"Poison Ivy." He glared at her, eyes narrowed.
How does he get his eyes to glow like that? she wondered madly to herself as she stretched into position, legs gently crossed to the side, weight resting on one outstretched arm. "Batman," she answered back, coolly, calmly. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and admired her fingernails.
His eyes flicked back and forth across the rooftop. She smiled saucily at him. He has no idea what I'm doing up here, she thought. Perfect.
"A late night for gardening," he graveled.
"Oh, the night's just getting started, Batman," she drawled. "For you." She quirked an eyebrow, and an offshoot of the vine that had transported her to the roof whipped out of the darkness and wrapped around his torso. He grunted and started to fight it, kicking as it lifted him off of the ground. She smiled as it slowly turned him upside down.
Ivy walked over to the other side of the vine, sidling carefully around Batman's flailing limbs. Blowing him a kiss, she slid down into the embrace of the plant. She relaxed into its grip, letting it lower her down to her car.
She was absolutely exhausted when her boots touched the pavement. It was time to get home. She climbed into her car and put the keys in the ignition.
She glanced into the rearview mirror. A red-and-green blur was bearing down on her pretty pink car. She saw it swoop down from the rooftops and hit the ground running. Robin.
She pushed frantically at the key. It was stuck again. She hit it once, twice, three times. Come on, come on...She could hear his boots hitting the pavement now. The key finally went in. She twisted it frantically and slammed her boot down on the gas pedal. The car roared wildly down the alley, skidding around the corner and disappearing down the street.
Robin slammed his fist into his open palm as the illuminated license plate that read ROSEBUD faded away. He glanced to his left at the Batmobile, which was now festooned with a festive green vine firmly attached to both the front and back wheels.
There was an almighty thud next to him, and Robin turned to see Batman unfolding from a crouch. "We're going on patrol. Ivy's up to something."
"What was your first clue?" Robin joked. One flash of the Bat-glare reduced him to a muttered "Sorry."