**Poison Ivy: Trial Run.**

By Alex Lemonds.

A prequel to Pretty Poison.

VAs (mental casting): Paget Brewster as Poison Ivy. Roger Craig Smith as Noah. Ron Perlman as Matt Hagen. Jeff Bennett as Jack Nicholson soundalike. Mari Devon as Summer Gleeson.

We open to Pamela Isley standing on a scenic hilltop looking downward at construction vehicles scooping up rocky terrain. NOTE: she's wearing the gardener outfit from Pretty Poison. Brief close up shot of her upper face, darkened by the shade of her sun hat, tears stream. Those beautiful emerald eyes slant angrily. Smash cut to a far away angled shot of her hopping into her pink convertible & driving off. Fade to black. Fade back in. It's a modest greenhouse behind her suburban home. Inside we see the Wild Thorny Rose on a work table, the Dent/Wayne penitentiary erection headline stapled right above it. We see Pam sit on a nearby stool, removing her sun hat & gardener gloves, hair tied into a prim bun. Fondles her rose's leaves gingerly. Frowning, teary eyed, she sighs.

Pamela Isley:"I know, baby. Momma knows you're sad."

Gazes up at the headline, glares at Harvey's face. Turns back towards the plant, nuzzling it's pedals.

Pamela Isley:"I'm so sorry you were forced to leave behind your home. I can't bring it back."

Spitefully spits at the headline.

Pamela Isley:"But momma's going to do the next best thing…"

Montage Spider-Man (2002) style set to the song At Last by Etta James: We see in quick succession Isley injecting, swallowing & inhaling various chemicals, zero effect. Juts down "immunity" in a notebook. Her welcomed into a research lab owned by Chez Gerard, shaking the hand of an elderly, black CEO in a suit. Isley leading her fellow biochemists in producing new fragrances & make up. Lecturing in a Gotham University hall. Same CEO congratulating her at a party. Co-worker after co-worker hitting on her Pam flirting right back, going on dates with many different men, kissing them passionately, mostly in their cars. Brief shot of her high heeled feet pressing up against a window ala DiCaprio's hand from Titanic. Lotta condensation in there… One date of particular note is at a country club's outdoor archery range wherein we see her with a handheld crossbow, outclassing all the flabbergasted males with her strong accuracy, bullseyes aplenty. Isley drawing up blueprints for a wrist mounted version. Her greenhouse's construction then completion behind her mansion, quick shots of Pam bringing in exotic plants. Her taping the Dent/Wayne headline to a new wall followed by numerous other ones pertaining to enviro offenses & big shot tycoons found mysteriously dead… Isley watering an unusual venus fly trap in a small pot. Smash cut to it fully grown, relocated to a dark corner. We see a clothed human leg jutting from it's red mouth. NOTE: said flytrap is presented as very shaded in here. It's tendrils entwine loosely around Isley, grinning ear to ear as she rubs the fearsome, fanged ends. Taps chin, an idea. Isley sketching a sexy, backless outfit with gloves & boots. Pamela cutting leaves from her beloved rose then grinding them up, liquifying them in a heated beaker & finally they're blended into a thick, pink paste. Smash cut to her holding a golden lipstick tube, smirking. Fade to black. Fade back in. Shabby, run down neighborhood. Pan to the exterior of a German styled pub. Quick, passing cameos of Rhino & Mugsy. Inside we see it's basically a ghost town except for the portly, albino, eye patched bartender & a familiar red head in a dark green cocktail dress, purple beret, brown high heels & black fishnets sitting at the counter, sipping a Shirley Temple whilst scribbling notes into her binder. A guy strolls in. He's in his early twenties, possesses an average build, blonde hair, blue eyed, wearing a red t shirt, black pants & orange sneakers. Has a silver wristwatch. Isley daintly rises up, pays the bartender then starts moving towards the exit. NOTE: the bartender withdraws into the backroom during what's about to happen, thus eliminating him as a witness. Our just arriving lad watches appreciatively as this fiery haired bombshell departs, her hourglass waist rocking side to side. Blonde guy notices her dropping a pen. Smash cut to Pamela approaching her car.

Blonde guy:"Hey wait! Ma'am!"

Isley turns around, sees him running up to her, pen in hand.

Blonde guy:"You dropped this."

Hands pen, Pamela smiles gratefully.

Pamela Isley:"Thank you."

Smiles back.

Blonde guy:"No problem."

Couple mobster looking characters come through, shoving them aside, a greasy haired, gap toothed one smirking back, fired gun hand gesture with clicked tongue. Isley & him glare after them.

Pamela Isley:"They're why gallows need a comeback."

Blonde guy:"Yeah, this place is crawling with nasty pricks like that who think they can walk all over everybody else."

Places a hand on her shoulder, worried face.

Blonde guy:"Please, be careful if you decide to hang around here again. Last month we lost our butcher to armed hoods."

Places a hand on his cheek, tenderly fondling it. He smiles.

Pamela Isley:"Chivalry. A rare thing to see nowadays."

Rubs back of his head, embarrassed face. Offers her hand.

Pamela Isley:"Pamela Isley."

Shakes it.

Blonde guy:"Noah."

Lays her hands on his chest staring up at him seductively.

Pamela Isley:"Forgive me if this seems inordinately forward but would you like to have dinner with me this Saturday?"

Noah's eyes bulge, taken aback.

Noah:"Whuh… I-I-I…"

Pamela Isley:"It's just, I've no plans this weekend & I'd love to change that. Especially if it means spending time with someone so refreshingly selfless."

Eyes flutter.

Pamela Isley (breathless):"Not to mention cute."

He sweats, knees buckle.

Pamela Isley:"Again, I apologize if I'm acting brazen."

Noah gulps audibly, clears throat.

Noah:"No, no, no. Absolutely. I don't have any plans either. I would love to take you out."

She kisses his cheek, he blushes.

Pamela Isley:"Fantastic. Meet me here Saturday night, 9:00 P.M. sharp."

Noah begins to stroll off before Pam grabs his arm.

Pamela Isley:"Oh, Noah. I've an unusual request. Please, don't tell anyone about me."

Leans into whisper.

Pamela Isley:"I work for a very elitist company. Chez Gerard. They'd react harshly if they learned I'd visited this very un-elite area. Can't risk a word of mouth leak, no matter how remote."

Recoils, Noah smiles, gives the "OK" hand gesture.

Noah:"No problem. Mouth is stitched shut. See ya Saturday."

Walks away, whistling as he skips happily, zero care. Close up on Isley's face. Her lips contort into an evil grin… Fade to black. Fade back in. Neighborhood street corner, dead of night. We see Noah wearing a modest, beige suit holding a red heart shaped box of chocolates. Checks wristwatch, flashes 9:00 P.M. Taps feet. A certain pink convertible comes crawling in. Pamela is now wearing a dark red cocktail dress. Opens passenger side door, crooks finger, smiles.

Pamela Isley:"Hop in, handsome."

Noah grins ecstatically, jumps in, they speed off. Hands her the box of chocolates, she hugs him.

Pamela Isley:"Ooh, I love this brand. Thank you."

Smash cut to a tiny bistro in Gotham's "Little Italy" district. Pam & Noah are sitting in a booth, eating pasta with red wine.

Pamela Isley:"So, Noah, tell me about yourself."

Noah:"Well, I grew up in that neighborhood. I know, it's scruffy, crumbling. I'd argue that's part of the charm. My parents own the local dry cleaners. Saved up to put me through college."

Pamela Isley:"Gotham University, right?"

Noah:"Like there's anywhere else to apply for in this town!

They share a few chuckles.

Pamela Isley:"What're you studying?"

Noah:"Physics. Always wanted to teach it to kids. Figure I can articulate it in newer, funner ways."

Pamela Isley:"Maintain that perky tone & it's guaranteed."

Noah:"What about you?"

Pamela Isley:"My dad was a tech mogul from Seattle. Moved us here when I was 2. Earliest memories are helping my mother in our nursery, tending her orchids."

Gazes dreamily at her hands.

Pamela Isley:"I still remember clumping dirt in my little hands. Even with thick gloves, I could sense warmth, life. Nature's heart. I've been fixated on flora ever since."

Noah chuckles playfully.

Noah:"I guess I don't have to ask what you majored in."

She smiles, shrugs.

Pamela Isley:"Plants are my life. Oh!"

Reaches into purse, flashes her Gotham University ID card.

Pamela Isley:"I'm a guest lecturer."

Noah smiles enthusiastically.

Noah:"Huh, I thought you seemed a bit familiar. I've seen fliers for your endangered plant talks."

Takes his hand, holding it, softly rubbing the top.

Pamela Isley:"I've another lecture coming up soon."

Shoots him bedroom eyes, gorgeous smile.

Pamela Isley (breathless):"I'd love it if you attended."

Noah blushes, gulps, Pamela giggles playfully. Flustered lad dives into his meal. Seeking distraction. He curls pasta with fork, gobbles it heartily by contrast to Isley who is dining in a far greater subdued manner, eating smaller portions with ladylike lightness.

Noah:"Mind telling me why someone as classy as you would come around my distinctly rustic shit pit of a neighborhood? With the understanding that my choice of words in no way hint at any buried anxiety over being, y'know, poorer than dirt itself."

She giggles.

Pamela Isley:"Don't be fooled by the rich girl childhood. My father was a self made person, so, he expected the same of me. Scholarship got me into Gotham U but I wasn't finished earning. Couldn't tell you how many dishes I washed or motel rooms I dusted to scrape together rent for a tiny shack in a weathered locale like yours. Bars helped. Left some nostalgia. All the while waiting for a certain phone call. Chez Gerard was the caller."

Noah:"What exactly do you do at this Chez Gerard?"

Pamela Isley:"I'm head researcher. We cultivate substances derived from various plants, developing perfume & cosmetics. Really excited about our Nightshade formula. Projected big seller. Commercial's being shot as we speak. In fact…"

Offers her wrist to him.

Pamela Isley:"Free sample."

Sniffs it, smiles.

Noah:"Sweet yet not too sweet. Oaky undertones. Nice."

Pamela Isley:"Marketing struggled with a slogan. Because I'm close friends with the CEO, I stormed in to give them MY idea of what it should be. Ate it up."

Noah:"Oh? And what was it?"

Leans in to whisper.

Pamela Isley (breathless):"It's… Deadly…"

Noah gulps, Isley giggles playfully. Waiter arrives with their check & after dinner mints.

Noah:"Up for a movie?"

She nods, smiling. Smash cut to Noah & Isley, arms linked, walking into a movie theater. We pan up. Enormous, promotional plastic model of a buff dude wearing a ruby red trenchcoat black domino mask, red fedora & brandishing a grey hand gun. Striking a dynamic, crouched pose. Neon lit sign underneath reads: "Matt Hagen Is The Crimson Avenger!" Pan cut to them sitting in the back row of a very packed room, nobody else next to them. We hear snippets of the film's audio, things like "There ain't no looney in a raspberry trenchcoat!" "Wh-who are you?" "I'm crimson, bloody vengeance, punk." "Wait'll they get a load of me…" Basically, a cheesier take on Batman '89. Zoom in on Pam & Noah, latter shoveling popcorn as his date quietly sips on her soda. Isley cuddles up to him, pressing up against him. Noah doesn't mind, smiles enthusiastically. Skip ahead by a 1/2 hour. "A little jig, a merry tune, Crimson cut open like a pig in early June." We see Noah so engrossed by the movie that he fails to notice Pamela's hand trail downward. It stops at his crotch. She begins palming it, rubbing slowly, softly. Noah registers what's happening, looks at her, blushing. Isley shoots him bedroom eyes & a sly smile. Continues to rub… Smash cut to the hilltop from earlier. Below we see Stonegate Penitentiary. Isley's parked convertible has the roof up with closed, foggy windows. Inside Isley & Noah are making out quite passionately, her on top, hands wrapped around his neck whilst his are cupping her considerable bosom. Sucks on his top lip lovingly before disengaging, slinking down onto the floor with a wicked smirk. Starts unzipping his pants.

Pamela Isley"Let's give this bad boy some fresh air."

She pulls out his pulsing, 6 inch member. Sandwiches it between two fingers, caressing gently as her other hand's index finger rubs the tip.

Poison Ivy:"Oooh, very impressive tree stalk, Noah. Thick, held together bole with a very firm trunk. Now, I think I'll taste the crown."

Kisses his cock's tip then licks it. Kiss then lick, lick then kiss. Repeatedly for 60 seconds. Stops, nuzzling it with her nose.

Pamela Isley:"Brace yourself."

Completely envelopes Noah's throbbing dick. Sucking hard as she hums. Noah tilts his head back. Isley swirls her tongue around, savouring the taste. Bobbing up & down rhythmically for 5 minutes. Releases his slickened meat staff, palming the tip.

Pamela Isley:"Enjoying yourself, babydoll?"

Noah:"Ye-yes…"

Caresses it's length with her fingernails.

Pamela Isley:"Want more?"

Noah:"Ye-yes! God, yes…"

Kisses the tip.

Pamela Isley:"Say the magic word, sugar stick."

Noah:"Pl-please…"

She giggles.

Pamela Isley:"Because you're so sweet, I'll do you one better."

Grabs her purse, fetches a medium length cigarette holder. Pops a cig on & fires it up with her pink, coral patterned lighter. Takes a long, indulgent puff, smoke seeping from her nostrils. Noah's penis throbs wildly after seeing that.

Pamela Isley:"Time to smoke this bee out of it's honey."

Takes another deep inhale then blows onto his twitching prick, pre-cum cascading down. Yet again Pam has an extended puff this time though she slides his moistened pole into her soft, warm maw, sucking slower than before. Pop! Releases him then does it over & over for 15 minutes straight, until…

Noah:"Ugh… Pam… I'm… Ugh… About to…"

Yells aloud, head going backwards as he cums. Isley continues holding his veiny skin staff within her throat whilst it's flooded with a wave of goo, we hear swallowing, Isley smirking naughtily. Expectorates as Noah pants then sighs happily. Pamela removes a dab of jism from her tongue playing with it like string, marveling at it's texture before sucking it up.

Pamela Isley:"Sweetheart, you are delicious. Mmm…"

Starts rubbing her crotch, squeals.

Pamela Isley:"Oooh! Left my rainforest soaked."

Removes her panties, slides up against the driver side window, spreads her legs & exposes an awestruck Noah to her moist, pink folds. And yes, auburn pubes. Crooks a finger invitingly.

Pamela Isley:"Your turn to please, stud."

Noah gets on his knees, crawls towards her then starts gently rubbing her clitoris with his thumb, she bites her bottom lip whilst moaning.

Pamela Isley:"Mmm… Mmmm…"

He licks her vaginal folds then jams two fingers in, grinding steadily corkscrew style. Persists doing this for 20 minutes until Isley tilts her head back, screaming, face flushed.

Pamela Isley:"God! Yes!"

Sighs, relights her cig taking another puff before putting it out. Noah, anticipatory, sits back down into his seat, pats knees. Pamela climbs over to him, sitting on his lap.

Pamela Isley:"That was fun. Now…"

Begins fondling his member again, it immediately regains rigidness. Presses the tip against her vag, teasing it as she continues to rub. Noah moans, Isley giggles.

Pamela Isley:"Field needs plowing."

In a single, instantaneous motion she inserts his hard, lengthy, meat wand into her tight, soft, warm womanly chamber of carnal magnificence. They both moan, enraptured by the sheer pleasure.

Pamela Isley:"Oooh! Ugh… God! I love young cock! So… Ugh! Much!"

Drops the top portion of her dress, revealing the softest looking fair skinned knockers Noah had ever beheld. Pam grabs his hands, guiding them to her waiting breasts. Noah starts palming them.

Pamela Isley:"Bumpy ride ahead, sweetie…"

Isley commences pounding agressively on his eager dick, grunting as his firm young log keeps her fireplace enflamed. Noah alternates from rubbing her breasts to sucking on her nipples, biting & licking also applied. This persists for a good 40 minutes until they both hold on tight to each other as an orgasmic tsunami leaves them awash with coital awesomeness. Heads backwards facing, eyes closed. It's screaming time.

Both (unison):"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Noah unleashes a hydrant like blast of thick, reproductive sauce, completely flooding Pam's creamy, feminine crevice. They both pant heavily, faces flushed.

Noah:"Oh… Ugh… God…"

With a sloppy smack Isley dismounts her equally drained date returning to her seat. Pats his chest affectionately.

Pamela Isley:"First rate performance."

Noah's eyes bulge with realization.

Noah:"Crap!"

Face palms.

Pamela Isley:"What's wrong?"

Noah:"So wrapped up in everything that it completely slipped my mind. I didn't bring any condoms!"

She snorts loudly, squeezes his hand.

Pamela Isley:"Save the panic, sweetie. Mother Nature already has you covered…"

Lowers head, saddened, rubs stomach.

Noah:"Oh… You mean…"

Places a hand on her shoulder.

Noah:"I'm so sorry."

She rubs his arm appreciatively then shrugs, wiping away tears.

Pamela Isley:"It's fine. We're all given a raw deal, somehow."

Clears throat, shoots him a friendly grin.

Pamela Isley:"Coffee at my place?"

He nods, smiles. Fade to black. Fade back in. We see Pamela's convertible driving by a rock sign which reads:"Green Street."
Car passes huge mansion after huge mansion. Ultimately it slows down upon approach to a tall, bronze front gate. Isley presses a button on her dashboard. It opens. Convertible pulls up into the driveway next to a less impressive white car (same one from Pretty Poison). Mansion description: Pearl white, restored 1930s plantation house. Pillars have twirling ivy affixed to them. Rose bushes underneath each flower patterned window. A water fountain in the lawn's center, it's a turquoise marble statue of Demeter, the Greek harvest goddess. Smash cut to the couple walking up to the door. Pamela rummages through her purse for a few seconds.

Pamela Isley:"Damn! Must've dropped my house key."

Noah:"Have a copy hidden somewhere?"

Pamela Isley:"No…"

Snaps fingers.

Pamela Isley:"There's a spare in my greenhouse."

She leads him into the backyard. Noah is overwhelmed by what he's seeing: a colossal, grey stone building. Greenhouse? More like a freakin' stadium! He whistles as they approach the door.

Noah:"Chez Gerard's cornered the market on gratitude."

Isley steps up to the digital lock, punches in a code. Doors ping ajar. She turns towards him, gesturing to follow her in. Noah complies. Pam closes doors. It's night black until she flips several red switches triggering four, enormous overhanging fixtures providing much sought illumination. Greenhouse interior description: Dark orange cobblestone floor. Untold number of plant species. Trees, orchids, cacti, pitchers, etc. Practically The Garden Of Eden. Ceiling sprinkler system. A high bridge in the middle. Babbling brook on the right. Further ahead there's an antique radio setup. A brown privacy screen with vague floral patterns. Dresser/vanity mirror combo. Countless shelves stocked with gardening supplies. Pamela strolls out from behind a tree, starts walking towards the far back area.

Pamela Isley:"This way."

Noah follows close behind. Initially within the center of the stone floor pathway but as they're nearing the back Isley takes him by the arm making him sidestep.

Pamela Isley:"Careful! Loose bricks."

She heads up to the dresser, starts pulling open drawers, examining. Noah stands behind her, hands in pockets, head wobbling about, soaking in everything to be seen. He momentarily spots a large shape situated in a still shaded corner of the greenhouse. Far too dark to discern what it is. Gets bored, begins wandering. We see the mysterious shape begin to stir, it makes strange squirming sounds… Smash cut to Noah entering into where the gardening supplies are stacked. Something captures his attention in back. On a work table is a rose. A bright red rose in an orange flower pot with red & blue abstract shapes painted onto it. Noah begins to inch towards it. A hand creeps into frame, touching his shoulder, startling him. It's Pamela, holding a key.

Pamela Isley:"Beautiful isn't it?"

Noah:"Oh, um, yes. Very lovely."

Pamela starts caressing it's leaves.

Noah:"Gotta say, I don't think I've ever seen a prettier rose."

Isley sniffs it's pedals.

Pamela Isley:"Unlikely to ever again, sadly. It's the last Wild Thorny Rose in existence."

Noah:"Oh?"

Brief POV shot: Isley & Noah being watched by something at ground level. Squirming sound is faint…

Noah:"What happened?"

Her eyes briefly glare off into the distance, but she does it so he can't see. Turns back, sad face.

Pamela Isley:"Mankind happened. Another stupid development project."

Tears stream down her pouting face.

Pamela Isley:"This world is filled with so many wonders, yet people, more often than not, can't be bothered to care, let alone notice."

Noah embraces her in a hug which Pam reciprocates. Brief POV shot: whatever's on the ground is slithering closer & closer & closer…

Noah pets her hair.

Noah:"Forgive me. I didn't want to upset you."

Isley looks up, smiling sweetly as she rubs his chin.

Pamela Isley:"Oh, darling, please…"

She gently pushes off just as Noah yells.

Noah:"Ackh! Whuh?.."

Stares down. His wrist is wrapped up in a thick green tendril, it's red flowering tip boasts snapping, razor sharp jaws. Almost immediately two more tighten around his other wrist & waistline. Isley caresses his cheek then kisses it.

Pamela Isley:"Forgive ME."

They're so powerful they actually lift him up into the air. Noah stares back as he's pulled off to who knows where, seeing Pamela casually follow, cross armed, sweet smile traded in for a sinister smirk. A loud roar is heard. He slowly, shakily turns his head. Learning where these tendrils came from. Noah goes ghost white. The dark shape ascends then bends outwardly into the light: a massive flytrap with a body shaped like a snow pea pod, it's red warty, vertical mouth parts, revealing many serrated teeth, it salivates as it roars louder than before. It pulls Noah near it's drooling snapping jaws, he panics, flailing, kicking, screaming.

Noah:"NO! GOD! HELP ME!"

Right as it's about to consume him we see Isley in the foreground. She snaps her fingers. It stops dead in it's tracks.

Pamela Isley:"Lower, rotate, forwards."

The flytrap shuts it's mouth then positions Noah an inch above the floor, rotates his body then thrusts him towards Pamela.

Pamela Isley:"Neat, huh? Has the basics covered."

Noah:"Whuh?! Wh-what's going on?! What's th-"

Places a finger on his trembling mouth.

Pamela Isley:"Shh, shh, shh. Answers will come."

Snakes her arms around his neck, pressing foreheads.

Pamela Isley:"First, lemme slip into something more comfortable."

Sashays towards the radio, momentarily turning her head to wink.

Pamela Isley:"Don't go anywhere."

She giggles. Presses a button, radio starts playing Plant Muzak on a loop. Isley then disappears behind the changing screen. Her dress is instantly draped over the side. Noah gazes back at the flytrap. He notices something: a skeletal leg between it's teeth. His eyes narrow in absolute terror. Pamela giggles.

Pamela Isley:"Pay no mind to my pet."

Noah:"Th-the leg?"

Brief shot of her dark silhouette pulling up gloves then leggings.

Pamela Isley:"Last week's date. Very obnoxious middle aged tax lawyer to an urban contractor. Wouldn't shut up about his porcelain aardvarks. Oh wait, he did shut up. Hehehe. Permanently."

Noah:"La-last week? How many more?"

Pamela Isley:"Oh, I've lost count. Usually I just tease them until they lumber in here so my flytrap can feast. You, are a different story."

What happens next is an homage to Jessica Rabbit's introduction scene from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. We see a long, shapely leg inch out, it's covered by a mint green stocking & a green, finned boot. Next a green, finned glove holding onto the screen, followed by Pam's upper face, no mouth. Fluttering eyes. Then she comes gliding out, exposing a strapless, green bodysuit, ample cleavage. Isley struts over to Noah, then begins striking numerous pin up poses, ensuring he can see every angle.

Pamela Isley:"Like it? Finished it yesterday."

Continues posing, rubs her wasp like waist.

Pamela Isley:"Mmmm. Back less with bare shoulders. Makes me feel like a noir vamp in a detective movie."

Winks at him, giggles.

Noah:"Wha-what do yo-you want with me?"

She presses into his chest, tracing his abdomen teasingly with her index finger

Pamela Isley:"What every scientist needs. A guinea pig. You see, I'm going to end someone's life soon and, I have to test the method I've chosen."

Reaches into her cleavage, obtaining a golden lipstick tube. Twists it open, it's pink.

Pamela Isley:"Something men can't resist once I offer it to them."

Applies it, coating her peach coloured mouth. Moves in, grasps his face with her hands

Pamela Isley:"Mmm, come're."

Leans in, eyes half lidded, mouth open, Noah jerks his head free, avoiding her.

Pamela Isley (coos):"Aww, don't be scared. It's just a little kiss."

Strains his neck to dodge those lips. She giggles.

Pamela Isley:"Sorry, darling."

Snaps fingers. Two tendrils descend to entangle his forehead & neck, immobilizing Noah. Pam taps his nose.

Pamela Isley:"Never one for playing hard to get."

Slinks an arm around his neck, leaning in until their lips are separated by inches.

Noah (quietly):"No… No…"

Closer still, noses touch.

Pamela Isley:"Now, close your eyes and…"

Brief zoom in on her lips.

Pamela Isley (breathless):"Pucker up."

Latches her mouth onto his, smooching him passionately.

Pamela Isley:"Mmmm… Mmm…"

Frenches him hard, caressing the top of his tongue with the front of hers, nibbling on his bottom lip, savouring the taste. This continues for 1 minute until she retracts.

Pamela Isley:"Mmmm… Mmm… M'wah!"

Withdraws, snaps fingers, flytrap drops him. Noah wobbly rises onto his feet, sweating. Brief POV shot: Isley, smirking, hands on hips is standing there then blurs into fast spinning doppelgangers. Noah struggles to stand.

Noah:"Whuh… S-so many…"

Walks behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, nuzzling his neck.

Pamela Isley:"Blurred vision? Wonderful."

Plants little kisses on his cheek.

Pamela Isley:"What else?"

Noah:"Ugh… Hot… Li-lightheaded…"

Pamela Isley (coos):"Like you'll pass out?"

Playfully curls his hair.

Noah:"Pl-please… Ho-hospital… Pam… ela…"

Gives his mouth a long, loving peck.

Pamela Isley:"Oh, honey, I'd rather you call me…"

Leans in, licks his earlobe then whispers.

Pamela Isley:"Poison Ivy."

Reaches into her glove fetching a purple bottle. Dangles it in his face. She giggles.

Poison Ivy:"Wanna break that fever?"

Weakly tries to grab it, Ivy runs off a few feet away, noticably sidestepping like earlier. Beckons with her finger.

Poison Ivy:"Come & get it."

Noah, strength leaving him, hobbles towards the taunting femme fatale. Unlike her, he doesn't sidestep. Crash! Noah steps on a trapdoor falling into a deep, dark pit filled with trembling, overgrown cactus/sea urchin clumps, their sharp tipped quills puncture his flesh bloody, shredding his suit. Ivy sits cross legged on the ledge watching with a bewitching grin as the cacti expel a foamy, green liquid. Digestive acid which dissolves Noah's corpse & suit, allowing it's oral pores to absorb them for metabolization. Everything is gone, except for his wristwatch, it's silver glistens faintly. Ivy notices it then snaps her fingers & points down. A tendril fishes it out, giving it to her. Kisses it.

Poison Ivy:"Mmm, I love mementos."

Smash cut to a spacious living room boasting plant themed everything including a pink, rose pattern couch. Pamela wearing a black t-shirt, orange skirt & dark blue sandals, hair tied into a ponytail, strolls in, carrying a tray of cheesy broccoli, soy milk & kidney beans. Is wearing the wristwatch. Plops onto the couch, switches on her large, expensive looking plasma screen then starts eating. It shows Summer Gleeson sitting at a desk.

Summer Gleeson:"Commissioner Gordon couldn't be reached for further comment regarding the exploding toy clowns. In other news…"

Displays Harvey Dent's smiling profile pic.

Summer Gleeson:"District Attorney Harvey Dent is set to host the third annual GCPD Charity Ball this weekend."

Zoom in on Isley's face. She grins evilly.

**THE END.**