So these are all probably going to be drabble-like things. I don't know if any of them will actually get passed 1,000 words...meh. I'll post them anyway.
Disclaimer: I own Nemo. Nothing else.
Now, ONWARD!
The Flower
Poison Ivy smiled in satisfaction at her latest work. The inside of the greenhouse was crawling with life; trees, flowers, vines, shrubs. Almost the entire area was covered in green.
That was when she heard it.
A soft, singing, child-like voice, echoing through the night.
"When will the rivers be clear again?" It sang, ringing in Ivy's ears as she tried to find the source. "When will the sky be blue? Can you tell me when?"
Ivy turned when she felt someone walk up behind her. She whirled around, ready to go on the attack, only to be met with the sight of a young woman, a girl really. She was small and fragile looking, skin pale, body thin. She was nothing special to look at, but her eye made chills run down Ivy's spine. It was like they were looking through her. They looked like they would be a bright hazel if they weren't so unfocused and glassy, like a fog had permanently settled behind her eyes.
"Who are you?" Ivy asked cautiously, guard still up.
The girl walked right passed her, over the grass and straight through several plants. But before Ivy could unleash her wrath on this strange girl, the plants sprang back into place, as if they had never been touched. The girl paused in front of one of the more exotic flowers, fingers reaching out to lightly skim across delicate petals.
"What a pretty flower," she says tonelessly, "But every rose has its thorns."
And Ivy suddenly knows who this girl is. It's been years since anyone has seen her, but Gotham's Underground doesn't forget, not one of their own. She's Nemo. That Nameless little girl that used to wander the Asylum's halls aimlessly and without purpose. The one the little seedlings are calling the Ghost.
Ivy felt her lips quirk into a smile as her stance relaxes. "Hello, Nemo," she greeted
Nemo's lips twitched slightly, but her face remained, for the most part unchanged.
Ivy turned back to what she had been doing before Nemo's arrival. "So, to what do I owe the visit?" she asked casually, "Is the Bat coming?"
"Hmmmm, not tonight," Nemo said in a tone that almost sounds like a nonchalant drawl, "Nemo wanted to see the Flower's garden. So she came for a visit."
"Oh? How nice of you."
"How strange."
Ivy found herself turning back to her unusual visitor with a confused expression. Nemo was staring back at her, foggy eyes focused on her face. "What, may I ask, is strange?" she asked.
"The Flower," Nemo answered, nodding in her direction, "She acts as though Nemo is not a threat."
Ivy's brow furrows in suspicion. Nemo is from the Asylum, she's one of them. That in and of itself warrants caution, but the way Nemo spoke, it was like she meant something else. Ivy blinked and suddenly, Nemo's lips were curling into a Cheshire grin.
"The Flower takes pride in her beauty. The Asylum is home for her, a place she will always go back to," Nemo's grin grew wider, "But Nemo shall never again return."
And then the woman-child let herself fade through the trees, the plants curling around her slight form. And then she was gone, like she had never been there in the first place, leaving a stunned villainess in her wake.
"It's nature's way of telling you something's wrong," the child-like voice echoed through Ivy's greenhouse, chilling her to the bone, "It's nature's way of telling you in a song. It's nature's way of receiving you, it's nature's way of deceiving you."
Whelp. There it is. Nice, slightly creepy, drabble.
Who should I do next? Anyone have a preference?