Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Washed up city. Enjoy the 900-word chapter. I don't own Batman; DC and a few others do.
Waterspout prepared to test his suit. He had mastered water blasts, not very much of an attack, but…
"Ok, time to see if this arm works," Waterspout shot his arm forward, seeing the armor extend along with his 'limb'.
He shot his hand halfway across the room, smirking before he watched his limb return to him.
The momentum threw him into the wall, cracking it and causing several portraits fell onto his head.
"Ok… ow, that's going to take some practice to master." Waterspout muttered to himself as he sighed and prepared to continue his training.
(Arkham Asylum)
If there was one thing people didn't seem to understand about Arkham? It was that the mental institute didn't entirely serve its purpose.
Ivy didn't once find something to do that stimulated her, Joker was so insane Ivy wanted to wrap her hands around the man's neck and squeeze till he stopped drawing breath.
She'd be doing the world a favor if she was honest…. Clayface was… unique, the cop turned walking construction site interested her. he wasn't human anymore, much like she was.
Scarface? Wanted to use her for a tool, nothing else.
Freeze? A money hungry man with no compulsion for anything but himself… Harley bothered her, because the girl was trying to analyze her like a new toy.
Bane was supposed to be a genius, yet she saw none of that and only a brutish oaf who easily got beaten by anyone who damaged his pumps for Venom.
Black Mask was shown to be a cunning and cruel crime lord, but the fact he was here showed her only a sadist eager to hurt others for pleasure.
Cluemaster, Gearhead and Ragdoll? All weirdos and creeps with gimmicks… seriously, a man who whined about losing a gameshow? Even Ivy wasn't that bad.
Riddler was interesting, Ivy respected brains and Riddler was very much brains. His ego still crippled him, something Ivy was starting to learn not to do the same with.
Penguin just irritated her; he had done nothing but whine about being bested by her. yeah, he was skilled at hand to hand and all, she was a girl with plant powers, it was an obvious curb stomp.
Ivy found it odd being in Arkham, she was the only minor, a child locked inside a prison for monsters.
Then again? She was seen as a monster, Ivy wanted to reform the environment and yes, she did knock down buildings to do so… but Ivy hadn't killed any of the cops she had fought. She left them knocked out, rather then turn them to compost.
Still? She was a monster, she had been dunked in chemicals that altered her bio chemistry, she was no longer entirely human.
Her thoughts went to Waterspout, this caused the villainess to cross her legs under her as she thought.
He was a teen, like her, the size difference, mannerisms and inexperience with things? Her brain instantly confirmed that.
It didn't help that he had been 'born' around the same time she had become Poison Ivy. She turned and looked at the door.
Crane stood there, running his fingers along the wall, like an animal eager to seize pray.
People wondered why nobody wanted to stay in Arkham? Ivy had been there for only a few days and could already write up a small checklist on why people didn't stay in the mental hospital.
They kept each patient separate, something that would drive anyone insane…. She looked at Joker… or crazier.
They treated each person inside the prison like an animal or freak. Ivy knew people couldn't get close to her because of her vines… which she admitted freely would crush them to paste.
And the spores meant she was kept in a glass cage; people would come to her in hazmat suits just to give her food.
"So, want to play a game, red?" Harley suddenly got up in her face, causing the 15-year-old villainess to fall over from the couch.
Red? The same name Barbara used to call… Ivy felt a needle enter the back of her neck, her body tried to fight off the chemicals, she was learning rather quickly that her body…
Ivy slumped to the floor as Crane picked up the girl and turned to the others.
"Back to your cells… Mr. Strange wishes for me to conduct tests on the specimen…" the man's smile contorted into something hideous.
He left with Ivy slung over her shoulder, he had no plans to bring her to Hugo… because both agreed to run tests on what made her tick… even if it hurt her severely.
Ivy's mind drifted into the space it did before… The 'Green' it called itself, it poked and prodded at her.
Before too long, Pamela was back into the space she would talk with Waterspout again.
Scarecrow would be born that night. Ivy would learn fear.
Author notes
Phew, another chapter done! I want to point out Ivy is still evil, but she will reform down the road. Next chapter will be in a week or so and will show Waterspout talking to Batman… and show the birth of Scarecrow. Until then, Lighting Wolf out!
Ps: Batgirl will hopefully be next week alongside the Arkham Knight.