Ivy woke up mid-morning, dangling quietly in a tangle of hammock-like vines in the woods near her greenhouse. She stretched and looked up through the screen of foliage.
There was a new layer of glass in the sky.
She beamed with delight and withdrew herself from the cocoon, leaping lightly down to the ground and gazing upward proudly. The city was fully covered in a brand new, custom made greenhouse. Of course, no one had any windows, but it was a small price to pay for no more wind, hmm?
She went back inside and flipped on the television. "...until the name Maudling is almost totally obscured. And now, an update on the strange structure that was found over Gotham this morning. We go live to Summer Gleason with the report. Summer?"
"I'm here at the edge of the structure, which appears to be a gigantic greenhouse," Summer reported. Ivy snorted as the diminutive reporter waved a useless arm at the wall of glass and plant life behind her. "It seems to have been built entirely out of these peculiar vines and stolen panes of glass. The glass has been taken from every available window in Gotham, from churches to car windshields to apartment buildings." The camera obligingly zoomed in on a segment of the wall, which contained a remarkably whole stained-glass window and a portion of safety glass with its crisscross of wires. "No one is sure how or why this structure has been built, but police say that it's the work of none other than Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy." One of the vine-babies clambered down the wall and slowly began to creep down behind Summer, using the vines on its feet to cling to the wall as it reached for her with its arms. Ivy grinned. "Poison Ivy escaped from Arkham Asylum five months ago, and is currently wanted for-EEEEK!"
Summer screamed in terror and leaped forward, spinning wildly in a circle and clawing at her hair. The vine baby, who was calmly sitting on the wall, waved one finger condescendingly at her. Summer grimaced and took a step toward it. It reared back, flinging its arms open wide, then feigned a spring forward. Summer shrieked again and skipped backward. "Uh...back to you!" she stammered.
The anchorman in the studio was taken aback. "Um...uh, thank you for that, uh, enlightening report, Summer. Now we go to Lyle to see what the man in the street thinks of all this."
Ivy leaned closer to the television, hoping for another wonderful scene like the one with Summer.
"So, Mr..."
"Ned. Just call me Ned," grunted the heavyset man in the white tank top as he tossed another heavy sack down on the pile.
"Ned," agreed Lyle, smiling affably. "What do you think of this diabolical new creation of Poison Ivy's?"
"Meh," grunted Ned, throwing down another sack.
"You're not worried? Not scared?"
Ned took out a handkerchief and wiped his bald head. "Listen, pal, my brother's had to deal with the Scarecrow's fear whatsis and I got an uncle in the cemetery from the Joker's laughing gas. You think a little greenhouse is gonna scare me?"
Lyle adjusted his tie and smiled nervously into the camera. "Well, there you have it, the man on the street. Back to you-"
Ivy clicked the television off.