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-Poison Ivy-

Today was a new day, and I wasn't going to let last night's mistakes followed by a near death experience stop me from pursuing my mission. What's that mission you ask? To save the Earth from the evil and recklessness that is mankind. I have devoted my life (disregarding my time as "Pamela") to this cause, and each day presents new opportunities. My agenda for today includes attending a protest against the removal of a patch of forest to make room for a new shopping center. Why anyone would think that was a good idea is beyond me, but I'm going to make sure it stays an idea.

The protest is supposed to be peaceful and nonviolent. Yeah, we'll see.

I've already showered and and slipped into my natural Poison Ivy attire, making sure everything is absolutely perfect in the mirror. Out of the corner of my eye I notice my Lucifer's Lilac has already begun to sparkle. And after only a few hours in my care! I stride over to my youngest flower and give it just a bit more water. "Drink up baby. Soon you'll be as dazzling as your mama!" At the sound of my voice, it lit up even more, shining like a newborn star. One day it will light up the whole greenhouse with it's lavish lavender glow.

You're in a good mood.

I turned around to see my wild thorny rose, red and radiant as ever, sitting in it's pot. One of my older plants in the greenhouse, it often speaks to me. The other plants were a bit more shy, instead expressing their feelings physically. But not miss rose here. She was always so vocal about her opinions.

"I've got big plans for today."

This isn't the first time you've attended a protest.

"What are you saying?"

I'm saying you're hiding something.

I gave no response to her accusation. The nerve of her. Am I not allowed to show excitement lest I be questioned about it? I simply shook my head and walked across the room to my closet, looking for something to disguise myself until the time was right. I'm sure if they saw me coming, they'd be on the phone with GCPD before the protest could even start. I pulled out a long brown trench coat and a pair of sunglasses. This should do the trick.

You didn't answer me.

"You haven't asked me anything." Sometimes I don't know why I put up with her smart mouth. I think she forgets that I am in charge around here. After all, if it wasn't for me, she'd be extinct.

How did you get out of last night's predicament?

Oh no.

"Well…"

I had recounted the details of last night's events to all my beloved children as soon as I'd gotten home, save for one minor detail. It wasn't that I didn't want them to know he'd saved me. I just wasn't so keen on telling them about the conversation that took place afterwards. I knew exactly how they would react. They'd see right through me. After everything I'd taught them about the evil of mankind. I couldn't let them see how flawed I am.

We're waiting.

And it was true. Every plant in the room had turned their attention towards me. My new Lilac ceased to shimmer, knowing what I was hiding. So young, too naive to understand why it must remain a secret. Think Ivy, think! The best way to lie is to include most of the truth right? I don't have any other ideas.

"I was rescued by the original bat brat. Apparently my life is still worth something to them."

And then what?

"He left."

He just let you go?

"I'd broken no laws."

I'm not buying it.

That infernal plant! I am POISON IVY. I will not be treated with such blatant disrespect from some little WEED that owes its life to ME. I stomped over to the rose and reached for the hedge trimmers. I knew if I didn't put my foot down now, I'd never get through to her. I had to set an example for the rest of my babies. It's one of the hardest parts of being a mother. Discipline.

"If you don't drop the attitude and stop questioning me I swear, you will find yourself plucked to pieces and thrown in a landfill with the rest of the family that you left behind! Is that clear?!" I pointed the trimmers at her and snipped them a few times for good measure. She said nothing, and I took the heavy silence in place of a "yes ma'am". I could tell by the room's atmosphere that the rest of my children had felt the harsh bite of my anger. See what happens when you upset mommy?

Checking the time, I grabbed my car keys and my little lilac and headed to the car. It sparkled with joy, helping the smile return to my face. I placed it in the passenger seat and doubled checked the address for the protest. I knew of a few prehistoric plants in Gotham whose roots may reach under the construction site. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to lend me a helping hand.

I could tell my lilac was confused, its sparkling petals only glowing the slightest bit. I knew I could be honest with it. He hadn't known me very long, but I was his mother. I knew he wouldn't judge me. He couldn't. He hadn't been around long enough for me to fill him up with all my righteous convictions. Which were slowly crumbling…

"I know I probably should have told them. But I knew how they'd react. They can always sense my feelings." I could tell he still didn't understand, which was ok. I need to lift this weight from my shoulders. "I meant what I said last night. It was good to see him again. Anybody would have been happy to see that. You saw his costume. Tight in all the right places." I momentarily lost focus, my mind drifting to the image of Nightwing as I watched him take down each goon with ease.

Eyes on the road Ivy. "See, the thing is, I've sworn off most of mankind. Especially men. Let alone their lack of respect for plants. Some of them barely even respect women." I felt my hands subconsciously grip the wheel tighter. I tried to tuck my rage away, however. I'm trying to make a point, not rant about misogyny. We can discuss that later. "So you can see why they'd be upset if they found out I was drooling over a man, let alone one who has directly fought against my cause multiple times. They'd think I was weak. Flawed. Flaunting myself about just to please a man like so many women I've mocked before."

Even though he didn't speak, my lilac gave an expression of: That's a bit overdramatic.

"Maybe you're right. He's hardly a man anyway. More like a boy. No match for a woman. A little bit of pheromones and I could have had him wrapped around my finger." I tried to sound vindictive, and I think my lilac fell for it, sparkling full force. The truth? My pheromones were the farthest thing from my mind. I know it's pathetic, but that little encounter left me wanting nothing more than to see him again. Can you blame me?

Just when I thought I had my life figured out.

-Nightwing-

Even though I was anxious to return to Blüdhaven, I knew Bruce wasn't going to let me leave without giving him a full report on last night's events. He had some sort of business meeting this morning, so I was stuck at the manor until he was done. I tried to occupy myself, bothering Alfred, talking to Tim, using Bruce's exercise equipment. Anything to keep me busy. I was almost grateful for Bruce's current absence. It gave me time to come up with a plan. A plan for what you ask? Well, it's very simple actually.

All I have to do is find a way to successfully lie to the world's greatest detective.

Easy, right?

It was difficult to even focus on my impending doom with the images of last night replaying through my mind. It was almost embarrassing how easily I'd been distracted by Ivy's….assets. Of course, that was after the threat had been dealt with, so it's not like I put anyone in danger. So we engaged in a little harmless flirting. Who cares? Bruce doesn't need to know because it's irrelevant. I wouldn't even be lying. That'd be like telling him I saw a seagull while I was on patrol. It's meaningless.

It was good to see you again.

Oh boy, there it is. Her voice was content to hang out in my head and make itself known whenever it felt like. And for some reason, my mouth thinks it's funny to contort into a ridiculous grin every time I hear it. I'll admit, in the heat of the moment, I may have gotten carried away. Not only had I rescued her and let her go free, I'd practically walked her to her car. What was I thinking?

That's a question I do know the answer too. I was thinking about how attractive Ivy was, and how she apparently found me attractive as well (who wouldn't?). She gave me a little bit of attention, and I wanted more. I wanted her to like me. The more I thought about it, the more it sounded like I was under the influence of one of her pheromones. But how? I'd seen where she kept all her gadgets, and she hadn't used any of them on me.

Of course, there was always the flower. It seemed harmless to me at the time, but if Ivy wanted it, who knows what it was capable of. All the men in the warehouse were wearing gas masks. I'd originally thought that was to combat Ivy's tricks, but they could have been protecting themselves from the flower as well. But the leader wasn't wearing his gas mask, and the only thing he'd wanted to do with Ivy was kill her.

There wasn't anything I could put the blame on, besides the beautiful sight I currently saw in the mirror. I'd been told my smile could light up all of Gotham. I personally don't think anything could light up this place, but it was a nice compliment nevertheless. My hair was always perfect, a shimmering shade of black, styled more sexily than Bruce's (is that even a word?). My acrobatic body had never failed to please, not to mention my sophisticated charm and sky blue eyes and my…

Either way, you get the point. It's difficult to keep the ladies off me. Even ones that are criminally insane?

I saw myself jump in front of the mirror as Bruce entered the room. Stay cool, and whatever you do, don't look him in the eye. He hadn't greeted me when he walked in, so I assumed he was in one of his brooding moods. This actually worked out to my advantage, he was less likely to focus too thoroughly on me if his mind was elsewhere. I also wanted to get out of here ASAP. This was my only chance.

"Hey Bruce."

"Mm." Ok then.

"So I was gonna head back home soon..."

He turned to look at me, and I gave him my best smile. I didn't want to make it obvious how much I needed to leave Gotham. I figured it would be easier to get that red headed vixen out of my head once I was outta there. I walked across the room to sit on the couch across from him. I immediately regretted this choice, seeing as it would be very difficult to avoid eye contact this way. However, his blank stare told me that I might just be ok.

"We miss you around here."

Come on Bruce, not now.

"Yeah I know, but Blüdhaven needs me. Plus it seems like you guys have a pretty good thing going. I don't want to be in the way." I was just spewing things out now. Damn nerves.

"I'm sure they do. You've trained with the best." He was smiling now. I couldn't deny that I did miss being here, but I have my own city now. And my own problems. And one of them is in Gotham. So I need to leave. Now.

"I don't know if you're the best." I couldn't resist throwing a jab or two Bruce's way.

He chuckled, then quickly returned to his brooding expression. Great, back to business. Let's just get this over with.

"Anything noteworthy happen on patrol last night?"

Finally a stroke of luck! He hadn't asked me to give him a full report. It was much easier to lie when you only had to say one word.

"Nope."

"I figured as much. Two face had half of Gotham helping him out."

"He still didn't stand a chance."

Bruce smiled again, and it made me smile to. I gave him a hug and I was finally out of there. Next time Bruce needs help around here, he can call Jason. I doubt he'd get himself involved with a supervillain. Well….nevermind. Bottom line, I won't be back in Gotham again for a while, and I'll have forgotten all about Ivy and her stupid body and her stupid face.

It was good to see you again.

Son of a bitch.