(AN: Ok if i portray this villian wrong I'm sorry please, please, give me advice on this charactor! I have no idea how to portray her!)

Disclaimer: Im getting tired of writing this grr I do not own Batman! Nor will I ever

"Are you almost ready, Kid?" He called from outside.

"Uh, yeah, where are we going?" I walked out of my room and found Bruce dressed nicely in a blazer and nice trousers. His hair was brushed back and he had shaved. I could smell the wonderful smelling cologne he always wore.

"We are going to meet with a potential enemy."

"What?" I wasn't expecting that at all.

"Who is it?"

"I'm not sure," he said honestly, "but she sent me a letter the other night. I wanted to pay her a visit."

"'Her'?" I gulped. Those supervillain chicks always freaked me out a bit.

"Yeah," he said with a grin I knew too well. I followed him out of the mansion and to his car. I sat in the front seat cautiously. It felt weird going with him when he was Bruce Wayne. He sat down in the driver's seat and started the loud engine.

"Bruce?" I said as we pulled out of the driveway. "Why are you not going as Batman?"

"Batman!" he chuckled, "Now you sound like a journalist or something! I'm going as Bruce Wayne because she knows me as both."

"Oh," I said knowing exactly what he meant (to my displeasure).

"It's not like that," he looked at me.

"What ever you say." I said smiling. I sat silent pretty much the entire ride there. It felt kinda wonderful sitting this close to Batman. I didn't even need to talk with him to feel peaceful and happy. Sometimes you can learn the most about someone when you arn't interupted with the noices of life. I remember Alfried saying that once to me. I looked at Bruce. "What happens when you teach me everything you know?"

"Impossible," he said with a chuckle, "I know quite a bit and I learn more everyday. But you won't always be my side kick...if that is what your wondering."

"What do you mean?"

"Someday you'll wanna fight your own battles. Someday you'll have your own girlfriend, wife or family. We can't be partners forever." The last sentance took me by surprise. I knew that more than I knew anything but it hurt when he said it. I looked at my fingers. He was right. I already wanted to fight some of my own battles but I had no one to come home to, I wasn't a millionaire and I didn't want a girlfriend(or boyfriend for that matter) or a family. I wanted to stay in the giant house I knew to be my home and I wanted to wake up to Alfred's cooking, hell, I wouldn't even mind waking up to Bruce having a different girl in the house every night.

"You got aweful quiet, Kid," Bruce said.

"Sorry, just thinking...are we there yet?" I asked sounding like a child.

"Almost," he said right as he swirved off the road and down a creepy looking road. Plants of every sort canopied over the driveway. It looked like the plant conservatory at the zoo. My eyes widened as we approached a house completely covered in vines. (Well, at least I assumed there was a house under all of that.) Bruce stopped the car.

I walked silently next to The Batman as he confronted the plant-covered house. I was always amazed at how he never seemed...well, amazed. Or scared, he never seemed afraid. The door slowly opened to reveal a beautiful woman. She had the longest reddest hair I had ever seen. Her emerald-colored eyes were like poison, they were filled with anger toward Bruce.

"Ms. Pamela Isley," Bruce said sticking out his hand.

"Mr. Wayne," she said stepping forward and taking his hand. She kissed the top of his hand and pulled herself closer to him. She swished her hair in his face and smiled. "Or should I say 'Batman'?" she sighed, "Formalities these days! Makes a girl aweful tired." She looked at me. "And you!" She came closer and looked me in the eyes. The incredibly tall heels she was wearing made her taller than me but I still knew I could fight her. Her green eyes swirled with other colors. "You have a secret! Don't you, my dear?" She said loud enough for Bruce to hear.

"I..." I didn't know how she knew or what she would tell Bruce.

"Shh, shh, shh," she put a long finger on my lips and threw her superhuman eyes toward Bruce. He seemed completely immune to her powers. She seemed dissapointed. Or at least dissapointed enough to leave me alone. "Mr. Bruce Wayne," she declared, "The Batman and the owner of the largest house in all of Gothem...billionaire and vigilante on your time off...I hate you, you know," she smiled wickedly, "I hate you alot. And to be honest...I don't hate many people. Did you know," she paused and looked at me, "Mr. Wayne is responsible for all of this?" she pointed to her hair and all the plants around us. I remained unswayed. If I were actually a man, I am sure I would have been swayed by her looks but I wasn't and I didn't care about how she looked.

"Pamela, we need to-" Bruce was now the one with a vine-like finger on his lips.

"Shh, shh, shh," she said, "Call me Ivy, Poison Ivy." A wicked smile found her face and she laughed like a crazed animal. "I know you are here to 'talk' to me, right? You are here to see if you can make a difference with me. If you can't, I'll bet you'll come back as The Batman and..." she looked at me, "what are you?"

"Robin."

"Batman and Robin? Interesting...well, Robin, tell your friend to leave. There is no buisness to be done here," she smiled again. "And Robin?"

"Yeah."

"Are you ever going to tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Bruce asked her and me. A horrible feeling hit my stomach making me instently sick.

"Oh, my dear, have I let the cat out of the bag?" Poison Ivy traced my jaw with her long, green fingernail.

"Kid? What is she talking about?" Bruce looked me in the eye. His cobalt eyes drove into mine. I looked down and flushed.