Chapter Six

Poison Ivy

The day went by so fast that I couldn't believe it was already night and I was following the instructions that Gwen gave me to her party. I cannot believe I was going. I don't want to. You do want to go. Don't lie to yourself.

The party had just started and people were arriving filling up the hall that the Gwen's family owned where they always hosted their parties. From what Gwen had told me by phone (Gwen came back after the café to get my number) her family always did an early Christmas Party since on the day they spend it with close family only. She also told me to wear something formal for the party.

I dreaded going back to the apartment (Harls and I had to move out of the hotel because of Edward's constant flirting with me and asking me out on a date). Sure enough I had met Harls with her new man. He was cute, I could see why she fell for him. He was in the apartment with Harls as they were discussed something when I entered the apartment causing them to pause. I shook my head on the memory because I freaked out seeing a man in our new home. Harls had to calm me down when I saw him transform into his counterpart.

Sure it caught me off guard but after talking I calmed down enough not to kill him. I thought she met a normal man not another one of us. That's what worried me but after thinking on how he promised that he wouldn't let anything happen to her and other things I gave in.

Sometimes I feel like I'm the parent when it involves Harley's choice of men.

After Eddie Brock aka Venom left the apartment with a love-struck smile made me roll my eyes. Harls was in a daze of her own when her boyfriend left that she had almost forgotten about my outfit that was packed in a silver long bag on our couch with a pair of flats that were white with light blue gems giving me a hint on what the dress colors were, that made me feel like a little girl.

Now I'm here, at Gwen's party, dressed up waiting for Peter to show up.

The dress that Harley got me was utterly beautiful. The dress was a white floor length sleeveless dress with a royal blue lace embellished back with the back cut out not showing a good amount of my back but not too much. It had a small V-Neck. The lace detailing was of orchids that the stems connected with one another giving off some swirls.

Harls decided to keep my hair down and let lose my natural locks free. My hair was straight for the most part but at the ends they curled up giving it a wavy feel to it. I wore light make up enough to give a light olive tone on my skin instead of going heavy. Harls said that she wanted me to close to my natural skin tone. So I let her work her magic and the results where breathtaking.

I kept to myself for most of the time, looking around every few minutes hoping to spot Peter or Gwen. I hardly knew the people in the hall as they danced on the dance floor to classical music, or chatted at their assigned tables with drinks on hand. When I was a scientist this sort of scene was my stage. I would talk endlessly about my ideas on going green and no one could stop me.

"You came!" Gwen's voice startled me as she approached me from behind. I turned around with a small smile. "You look beautiful! Peter is going to have his hand full when he gets here." She winked at me.

"You know exactly why I came here." Dramatic pause, "I came here for the food." I joked. We both ended up laughing like if were where old friends.

Gwen wore a red short strapless dress that had a sweetheart neckline and ruched fabric on the cross-laced of the dress. On the waist of the dress were silver beaded accents. The dress showed off Gwen's natural waist line that fitted her perfectly. I noticed she wore an open toe, three inches, silver, high heels that matched the beads on the dress. She had her hair up in a ponytail with a few gold strands at the side.

"Peter should be here soon! Got caught up with work." Gwen explained and I nodded. We talked for a few minutes about whatever popped into our heads. It wasn't because we had nothing to say, it was because we wanted to get to know each other more. The more we talked, the more I grew to like the girl. "I want to introduce you to some people!" She pulled me along as she greeted her guest and introduced me to them as well. Majority of the guest had kids around our age who were ready to throw them at Gwen as a potential boyfriend. Gwen declined every offer that was thrown at her, always formal and courteous which made each one try harder to have Gwen in their family.

Finally one man approached Gwen asking if she'd like to dance, I saw how her eyes sparkled immediately with delight. She stood there frozen with a smile on her face as she stared at the man in awe. I nudged her forward causing her to break out of her daydream. She shot me a small playful glare and I returned a smirk. Gwen and the man went off to dance, leaving me beside one of the many pillars that were in the room.

Peter had not arrived giving me the feeling that he wasn't to show. I sighed thinking it was a waste of time of coming if the person I was supposed to spend it with was not here.

"Pamela?" Peter's voice caused me to look at his direction and there he stood with a shocked face. He wore a formal fitted tuxedo that looked really good on him. I felt myself staring at him a little longer than I should have.

"Peter." I gave him a small smile.

"What are you doing here?" Peter took a step closer to me. I felt my heart beating against my chest a little too fast for my liking. Before I could respond, Peter was right in front of me waiting for me to answer.

"I was invited by Gwen." I answered. For a moment, Peter's eyes grew wide. For a few seconds I saw shock then it was replaced by fear. I bit my bottom lip unconsciously worrying that I said something I shouldn't have. Even though there was music, people chatting, the sounds of moving bodies, there was silence that blocked all of that. Peter recovered after a few minutes and went into deep thought.

I waited a few minutes more, hoping he would say something or do something besides staring at me and standing still. I bit my bottom lip again and this time a little harder than the first time. Was it a mistake of me coming here?

Maybe Gwen was wrong on him liking me?

I stepped back, hitting my back against the pillow that was behind me. I went into my own world of worry. Couldn't he tell that I being here was me saying that I want to give him a chance? That I'm willing to let him in. I don't like voicing my feelings out, all of it was of action. It was the only way I know.

What if this was a mistake? Well better make it right before it got even more awkward.

"I should leave. It was a mistake for me to come here." I finally said. I could see Harley and Gwen shaking their head in my mind in disappointment. What do those two want from me? Was it okay for me to do this? Can I be able to have a decent relationship with this man? Will it work out? My thoughts where going everywhere as I walked away from Peter only to stop when his hand grabbed mine.

I turned my head and saw him with a smile. I felt my heart race once more as his eyes had the same brightness that Gwen had few moments ago but it was a bit different. It had a feeling of hope. Something inside my soul felt scared and excited. Was I just seeing things?

"Pamela, stay."

Spider-Man

Thank GOD I still have about 20 minutes to spare. I was currently hunting down a blue haired villain causing massive electrical malfunctions all across the city. Sheesh, just stopping her from frying wide eyed bystanders was difficult. "Can this wait, I have a date I need to get to in about 20 minutes?" I yelled out. "It's not like you're actually going to hit anything, we can do this all day!" The villain, which the press was calling Livewire, laughed in a heavy New York accent. "A date, huh? Hope she likes her food FRIED!"

I had to drop to the ground in a half-second to avoid getting smoked like a salmon. Fell about 80 feet, would kill a normal person, but just left me with an ache. "Wow, and I thought MY puns were getting a little lame!" I shook my head, trying to calm down. This was probably one of the better villains I'd gone up against in a few months...This was one of the bad guys who helped kill a guy called Superman...SUPERMAN. Anybody that can kill a guy called Superman isn't someone to be underestimated.

"Cocky little prick, huh? Whatever, it'll make it all the more satisfying burning you to a-" I webbed up her mouth, "Do you EVER shut up?" I laughed, shaking my head. "Wow, now I know how Gobby feels." I shot my web at a manhole cover, swinging it about 3 times with all my strength before whipping it at Livewire. The manhole cover smacked her into a tower, causing her to fall to the ground and grunt in pain. "Y-You'll pay for that..." she winced. I shook my head, "You just never learn do you? You CAN'T beat me, end of story."

Livewire laughed sinisterly, "Maybe I can't get you...But the innocent bystanders won't be so lucky..." She aimed her hands at several bystanders, preparing to shock them. I had to react in pretty much a split second to stop her from hurting anybody, time seemed to just seemed to slow down. I quickly shot an enormous web around the bystanders, gathering them in an area where they wouldn't be hit. They gasped as they just avoided being electrocuted...I wasn't so lucky. I got hit square in the chest with a blast from Livewire, getting sent crashing into a building. Livewire slowly approached me, chuckling in victory. She placed her foot on my chest, "Ya know, you're pretty good...And from what I can tell kinda cute." she chuckled. "Girl like me could use a guy like you...Wadayya say ya ditch your date and we get together? Raise a little hell of our own?"

I laughed weakly, "Sorry babe, but I don't date psychopaths...And I was never a fan of blue. Green was more my taste...And red-headed." Livewire's eyes bulged. "...Ivy." she smiled slyly. "Ah, I remember when we teamed up all those years ago...Then Batgirl and Supergirl ruined our fun. But if she thinks she can just take MY man..."

I shot a web at a metal beam behind Livewire. Livewire flinched, before realizing she remained unharmed. "You missed..." she laughed. "And NOBODY says no to me!" I shook my head, "I wasn't aiming for you...And no." I quickly pulled back the beam, causing it to slam into the back of her head, knocking her out with a grunt of pain. I quickly shot back up into the air, I NEEDED to get to that party, for Ivy's sake.

I slowly walked into Gwen's house, oh God I was nervous. I was sweating and shaking, and felt probably more tense now than I did when I first fought Ivy. Honestly, it was starting to show on my suit Damn, she caught me off my game, never would have gone down so easy to her vines normally...Thinking about it now, I honestly think I was just hypnotized by how beautiful she was. Walking inside, I bumped into a man in his mid 40's, wearing glasses, and greased back black hair. "Oh, I am so sorry!" I stammered. It was amazing how less cool and confident I was as Peter Parker than as Spider-Man. The man just laughed, shaking my hand. "It's fine, my mistake. Always so clumsy. You're Peter Parker, right? Gwen's told me all about you. I'm Dr. Jonathan Crane, I'm the new head of Oscorp and your friend's boss. I hear your quite the scientist."

I shrugged, not wanting to appear vain. "I'm alright...To be honest, Gwen was always the smart one." Dr. Crane smiled. "Funny, she said the same thing about you. There's a job opening in about a month, and always looking for new, young talent. Obviously, would need some background checks, but if you're half as good as Gwen says you are...Well, I'd be interested to see what you could do."

I nodded, the one thing that stopped me from working at Oscorp previously was that it was...Well, run by a madman. Now that a mild-mannered guy like this was running things, the opportunity seemed far more tempting. Certainly better than working for Jameson. "I'll think about it." I considered. Dr. Crane patted me on the back, "I'll be waiting and hoping, kid." he said, before joining a female companion of his for a drink. As I turned around, I saw her and flat out gasped...Pamela Isley. Must have taken me about 20 seconds to even spit out a single word.

"Pamela..." I practically squeaked. Ivy turned around, practically shining in her beauty. She wore a white dress, and had put on a good amount of makeup so that there was just the smallest tinge of green in her skin...Shame, I wish I could see her in all her splendor...Still, she looked enchanting. "Peter" she replied with a smile. It was smile, but still the prettiest I've ever seen. I froze for a second, practically hypnotized...She hadn't been using her pheromones, had she? "W-What are you doing here?" I quickly asked. As soon as I said it, I wanted to smack myself...What was wrong with me? Could I say anything more overtly rude?

"Gwen invited me...She said...Never mind..." she replied. I never thought of her as being this shy. Wait...What if she wasn't being shy? What if she flat out didn't like me? I tried to say something, but my mouth just kept opening and closing like a fish. It was like high school all over again. Just inaudible and blabbering sounds. No, no, I wouldn't leave her. She looked like she was about to cry, but was doing a damn good job of hiding it...Only I would have noticed. "I should leave..." she almost squeaked. Again, why was she acting like this? "This was a mistake."

I grabbed her hand softly, it was my last resort. I couldn't think of some great pickup line or the perfect set of words to make her love me. "Pamela, stay...Stay with me...Please." I practically begged. She paused, and we were both silent for what seemed like a minute.

"There's a forest nearby," she explained. "Feels so crowded here, and it reminds me of an old place in Gotham where I used to take walks...Mind if we talk there?"

Poison Ivy

Stay with me…please. The words echoed in my mind nonstop as I led Peter away from the party and into the forest that was not far from the party. I tried to hide giggle and a smile as I repeated the words over in my head. Oh great now I'm a highschool girl again!

Hearing him say to stay with him made my legs jelly, heart rate increased few beats faster, my feelings going all over the place and it didn't help that our hands were still linked. His hands were warm against mine. It felt as if it belonged there. I shook my head as I let myself get carried away. I don't believe in soul-mates or anything like that but I do believe that Peter was the person who I should be with. The Poison Ivy in me rolled her eyes in disappointment. She would never let herself fall for a man again but I didn't want to be her, not today. I wanted to be me. Pamela Isley, a normal scientist who has a passion for protecting the Earth.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Peter asked when we came to a stop in a small opening. I didn't know where I was going as I led Peter out in the forest. I just wanted to be away from the people, away from distractions. We still held hands even though we stopped. I was a few steps in front of Peter with my back facing him. When I turned around I stared down at our hands then back at Peter.

"I…" The words stopped on my lips, "Do you…?" I wanted to smack myself. I could not ask him anything without freezing up and doubting my ability to pull out the string of words I wanted to say.

"What are you trying to say, Pamela?" He took a step closer to me. I closed my eyes, trying to gather some strength. I felt his body getting too close to me that it began to cloud my mind, I wanted to open my eyes but I was afraid that I would be locked with his. If that were to happen, I don't know if I would have the power to speak.

"I don't know." Not the words I wanted to say but it was the only thing I could say. My answer disappointed Peter and at that moment I felt that I ruined my only chance. He stared down at our linked hands, as if he were studying them. If he were to pull away, I would lose his warmth in this cold winter air. If I don't play my cards right, I could lose him. That was one thing I was afraid of, not that I would admit to anyone.

No you don't give up. You try again.

"No, that's not what I wanted to say." I spoke again, catching his attention again. The moment our eyes locked, I bit my lip. Don't you dare freeze! We both knew why we were here. The winter wind blew a soft gust of wind. It didn't bother me much despite me wearing a small white coat that only covered my upper body to my hips. I was use to the cold, Gotham made sure of that. At that moment I realized that we were surrounded by a light blanket of snow but it was still very much green.

"Are your feelings for me real?" I asked him, finally. I caught him off guard with my straightforwardness but it was necessary. I didn't want to beat around the bush and make the situation longer than it should be. "It's not some ploy from Matt to fool me? Or any of the others? Are they genuine?" I hated asking the questions but if they weren't answered I wouldn't be able to be with him. Those questions came to my mind as I stepped out of the party with Peter but I dismissed them thinking that they didn't matter. Oh they did matter.

"Matt and the others have nothing to do with how I feel for you." I heard him give me a soft growl, angry that I even considered that. I winced as his hand tightened his grip on mine to the point that wanted to pull away but I didn't. I kept my pain in away from my face then his grip loosen just as quickly as it started. I watched him for a moment as his anger disappeared in matter of seconds which was weird but didn't pay too much attention on it.

"Pamela, no one is making me feel these feelings." His voice went back to his original soft, happy, Peter. His other hand reached for my other hand which I gave him without noticing. Soon both our hands were holding each other's. He let go my left hand and brought it to my cheek. He cupped my cheek softly, out of instinct I leaned my head into his touch. I closed my eyes again letting myself get lost for a moment. "I do like you. I like you a lot that I want to be with you. I want you to give me a chance. I don't care what the other heroes say about you but from day one I always liked you. I never thought I could find someone like you. You are a beautiful, exotic, flower in this forest of chaos."

I took my hands away from his and stared at him. Suddenly I crashed my body against his, wrapping my arms around him, embracing him. I hid my head against his chest as my arms tightened around him. I took in his scent as I tried to get my breathing down to a tee. At that moment I knew that I had to say yes. I had to have Peter with me. I smiled against his chest as his arms wrapped themselves around me.

"I'm afraid," I whispered, keeping my head against his chest. The happiness inside me began to wither bit by bit as I went back to my previous thoughts of doubt.

"What are you afraid of, Pamela?" The way he said my name made it sound beautiful, precious. So did Jason. Poison Ivy said with venom. At that moment, I froze. Yes, Jason was the man who made me feel beautiful too, safe, and he turned me into freak. I held back a snarl. Men are evil. Man made you and man will destroy you if you don't destroy him first.

"I've been hurt in ways you can't imagine, Peter." I couldn't hold back my cold tone coating my words. "You know who I am. You know my record. Murder, thief, eco-terrorist. Do you really want to get involve with a woman who can literally kill you with a single kiss?"

"Everyone can change." He whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. In a good way. "I believe in you that you can change. Pamela don't put up more walls, let me in and show you that I mean everything I said. Let me be the person to show you that you can be happy. I want to be with you, I really do. I don't see myself with anyone else but you." I pulled away from his chest to look at him.

His eyes were pleading me to stop putting walls that blocked his way from letting him in. I knew he was no Jason but who's to say he won't change? People are capable of changing. They are capable of turning into the worst human being. Or they are capable of being the very best. Peter isn't evil. He's a good person. This voice in my head was mine, the real me. "What do you feel for me Pamela?"

I opened my mouth to answer when I froze again. How stupid can you be Pamela? It's a question. An easy question that I should have answered because I already knew the answer. I like you too, more than you will ever know. I wanted to say those words but I couldn't. I slipped my hand into my coat and pulled out a syringe filled with liquid that I injected Harley after Joker's last attempt on her life. It made her immune to plant toxins and well me in general. I felt Peter tense in front of me. Before he could answer, I jabbed him on the neck with it. When the syringe was empty I pulled back my hand and hid it back in my coat.

"What is that?" He pulled away from me, not fully, but enough to stare at the object in my hand with curiosity.

"It's a permanent antidote."

"For what?"

Again I'm not good with words so I let my actions speak them out for me. I gathered all of my courage to wrap my arms around his neck, I felt his body tense against mine. I didn't want him to be afraid, I wanted to release a pheromone to help him relax but decided against it. One of my hands caressed his cheek as the other went around the back of his neck brining his face closer to mind. The tips of my fingertips traced the outline of his bottom lip softly.

"Pamela, what are you…?" His question died as I leaned forward, removing my fingers from his lips, and replaced them with my own. The moment my lips touched his, I felt a spark that immediately went through my whole body. Peter's body went stiff as I kissed him. His hands pulled me closer to him as he finally returned my kiss. I kissed many men but never had I felt a real kiss. This kiss was special, the type girls dream of. The instant out lips met, it was as if they were made for each other.

His lips were warm and soft and they were finally, mine.

Peter Parker

A million things were on my mind as we walked into that forest. There were so many things Red could be trying to talk to me about. That she didn't want to see me again...That she and Harley were moving...Hell, maybe Eddie's symbiote got jealous and lashed out at Harl. She seemed to have a smile on her face but...Maybe Pamela was just teasing me. After all, she was an attractive woman and had seduced many men in her lifetime. Finally, the suspense was too much for me to bear. "So...What did you want to talk about?" I practically spat out.

She gave a sigh, holding both my hands, looking at her hands before looking back up at my face. "I...Do you..." She was even more nervous than me. I desperately wanted her to finish that thought...I was begging for it, practically praying for it. She looked frustrated, like she was trying to get something important our but kept getting in her own way. For her sake I asked her again, "W-What are you trying to say? Please..." I asked, as sincerely as possible.

Isley grabbed her head, almost as if it hurt. "I...I don't know..." she admitted. Poor girl couldn't even look at me, I honestly felt bad just thinking about it. You're making her feel this way... I thought. What's wrong with you? Putting your attachment before Isley's own feelings and wellbeing? I felt like I was about to cry, not for me, but for her. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

"That's not what I was trying to say!" she blurted out. I was taken aback, as I looked on the ground, I noticed that there was a significant patch of green around us. Odd considering it was winter. "I've...You've been really kind to me over the past month...Guess I'm not really used to that...Are your feelings for me real?...It's not some ploy from Matt or any of the others? Are they genuine?"

I was shocked...She really thought that I was using her? I shook my head, trying to be as serious and genuine as possible. "Pamela, nobody is making me feel these feelings." I said in a voice that was surprisingly blunt and assertive. I grabbed her hand softly, and brushed my hand against her cheek, embracing her tightly and close to tears. "I do like you..." I admitted, straight from the heart. "I like you a lot...And...And I want to be with you. I want you to give me a chance. I don't care what the other heroes say about you but from day one I always liked you. I never thought I could find someone like you. You are a beautiful, exotic, flower in this forest of chaos." Ivy nodded slowly, before abruptly and tightly hugging me. Her breath felt warm, and for the first time that night I felt...Calm...Relaxed. I fell back into a tree, where we both lay there, Isley on my lap. It was a little awkward but at the same time, so...Right.

"I'm afraid..." she admitted, and I could feel the fear in her voice, her body shaking against mine. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I just wanted her to know that I cared, so I said "What are you afraid of, Pamela?" It was the most comforting voice I could manage...I'm sure it wasn't that comforting; I was just a nerdy kid from New York, but hopefully it at least calmed her down. Ivy opened her eyes, breathing heavily...It was like she was having some kind of bad dream. She got up and leaned against a tree...Finally, she was starting to cry. Tears went down her green face, and you could hear the devastation in her voice when she said. "I've been hurt in more ways than you can imagine, Peter." She turned around, her face a mix of desperation, fear and frustration. "You know who I am. You know my record. Murderer, thief, eco-terrorist...Do you really want to get involved with a woman who can kill you with a single kiss? Are you that trusting?"

There was a time when I would have hesitated at that question...Not now. "I believe people can change." I admitted. "I...I believe in you that you can change. I can't control you, and I don't want to...But I will ask you to please don't put up your walls, please let me in and let me show you I mean everything that I said. Let me be the person to show you that you can be happy. I want to be with you, I really do. I don't see myself with anyone else but you." Ivy slowly walked towards me, looking deep in my eyes. "W-What do you feel for me...Pamela." I asked. I couldn't say another word. Pamela slowly approached me, before removing a needle from her front pocket. She sharply pricked me with the needle in the arm. I was taken aback by it at first, but then she put her finger on my lips. "It's a permanent anti-venom..." she explained.

"F-For what?" I asked, feeling just like that mousy teenager I was before becoming Spider-Man. She wrapped her arms around my neck, smiling. "What do you think?" she asked. She caressed my cheek, before wrapping her hand around my neck. She brushed my lips lightly, before leaning in, replacing her fingertips with her soft lips, her hands on my face. I was taken aback at first, but eventually, I returned the kiss, grabbing her tightly and kissing her softly. I never felt so alive...So...Happy. For a good minute I forgot about that homeless man...About Joker...About Livewire's warning...In that moment all that mattered was Ivy. There was no turning back, and I didn't want to...I was hers.

Poison Ivy

We made it back to the party before anyone would miss us not that mattered to us. We had our hands intertwined with each other as we stopped at the door leading back into the party that continued without us. Then again this party was not for us it was for Gwen and her family. My cheeks heated again when Peter wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him then kissed my forehead for the millionth time but who's counting?

Having so much physical contact clouded my mind going into places that I didn't think I'd think about. How far will this last?

I found myself frowning at that thought.

Don't you dare ruin this moment Pamela!

"You okay?" Peter's concern voice made me look up at him. I gave him a small nod with a genuine small smile. Still my doubts lingered in the back of my mind but I couldn't see it in Peter's eyes. It was as if he had no doubts and truly believed that this could work out that we could really work it out and be together.

"Hey you two are you going to stand there or you going to kiss?" Gwen's bubbly voice brought our attention to her and her guest.

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked a very cute blush stretched from one cheek to the other in matter of seconds.

"Ah, look up you two." Gwen pointed one delicate finger upward and our faces-in sync-looked up. There in the center of the door that Peter and I were under was a single mistletoe. My body went from warm to sizzling hot when I realized the tradition that came with it.

"So…" Gwen was grinning and I couldn't help but laugh. There was no escaping it. I glanced at Peter who was also grinning, I narrowed my eyes slightly suspicious. "We are waiting."

When our eyes locked, his face dipped downward just a bit as I pushed mine upward, again our lips touched and I felt a burst of emotions blossoming again. His hands cupped both sides of my face, locking me in place as he deepened the kiss. When we pulled away I couldn't help it, I bit his bottom lip earning a low hiss from him that was so low it was blocked by the people's chatter and the music. Only I heard it and I couldn't help but smirk.

"Pamela!" Gwen threw herself at me into a hug that pulled me away from Peter's side. "You have no idea how happy I am!"

"Gwen, you're squeezing her to death." Peter shook his head at his blond friend who released me then threw herself at Peter. She congratulated him and threatened both of us if any of us hurt the other she would send us to couple's therapy after she gives us a piece of her mind. I took her word. I never seen Gwen mad but I didn't want to find out. By the looks of it the same thought came to Peter.

"Oh you two this is Dick Grayson. Dick this is my best friend Peter and his girlfriend Pamela." I felt my blood turn cold as Peter shook hands with Bruce Wayne's friend. What was he doing here? Was Wayne here? When I shook hands with him, he squeezed a little too hard for my comfort.

"It's nice to meet you two." His voice sent shivers down my spine but I hid everything through a smile and a nod. My body went close to Peter, seeking his warmth and comfort. He wrapped his arm around me again and I sighed in happiness.

"Gwen is a handful, sure you can handle her?" Peter joked. Gwen glared at her friend and smacked his shoulder in the process.

"I will be fine. How about you? Can you handle Pamela?" I wanted to glare at him. He knew exactly who I was and I him but Gwen and Peter didn't. They weren't part of that past. Peter and Dick talked back and forth and I felt myself wanting to stuff poison ivy in Dick's face. I didn't want Peter to know anything about my past. Dick said something that made me want to hurt him but I kept my composure with a smile.

The conversation went on with Peter defending me and I couldn't help but feel moved by it. Proving that he did in fact meant his words about his feelings. I mentally smirked.

"Dick, come my parents are calling us." Gwen pulled her boyfriend away from us leaving Peter and I alone, unaware of the building tension that was bubbling between me and the Nightwing. I let out a sigh of relief.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm peachy!" I wrapped my arms around his neck, pecking his lips. I felt Peter's stare on me as if asking me to tell him what had just happened. So I did. I didn't want to lie to him but I didn't want to tell him the truth. When Harley and I moved here we promised to keep Gotham out of any conversation if we could. In the end I told him about who Dick was and how we knew each other. I told him little as possible not wanting any questions on that subject. When I felt that he wasn't going to ask any more questions I asked, "Let's dance?"

For a while Peter explained to me that he wasn't a great dancer. This was news. I couldn't help but giggle, everyone knows how to dance right? I explained to him the fundamentals of the simplest dance in a show-and-tell sort of way. When he was positive that he wasn't going to step on my feet, Peter led me into the center of the room and brought me closer to him. He placed his hands on my waist and I wrapped my arms around him, our foreheads touched as the slow long filled the room taking us to our world where we only existed. Him as Peter Parker and I as Pamela Isley.

He made me feel like a normal person, something that no one ever made me feel.

I wondered if I made him feel special. I wanted to ask him what made me special to him. I wanted to know many things but I kept to myself and enjoyed the dance with him. My fingers played with the back of neck which earned a smile from him.

"I never thought that this could happen." He whispered to me when he leaned towards my ear, "I promise you that I will never hurt you."

"I know," I whispered back to him, "If it gets too much for you just be honest with me. I don't want you to stay with me if it's too much."

"Nothing will separate me from you." He pulled me closer to him, eliminating all space between us. I rested my chin on his shoulder, replaced my arms around his waist, locking him in a tight embrace.

"You never know." He was too optimistic for his own good but that's one of the things I liked about him. He was not going to give up, he is not the type to give up.

"I know it, Pamela. I told you earlier, my feelings for you are real. From the first time we met I felt this pull towards you. I don't know how to explain it. It confused me because I never felt it before. I don't want you for one second doubt it." As he spoke, I knew he was speaking the truth. He never lied to me before and why would he now? He pulled away from me enough to kiss me again. To feel his lips against mine wiped away my insecurities. His lips moved against mine in a slow, sweet, pace as mine did.

I broke away with my cheeks flushed. He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

When the third slow dance ended, Peter led me out of the dance floor to one of the pillars where he left me to get us some drinks. I leaned against the cream color, watching him as he moved passed the body of peoples. Before he reached the table where the drinks, a man approached him with blond hair and blond facial hair, a goatee? I couldn't tell from where I was but the man grabbed Peter's hand and Peter pulled away from him.

What was going on?

I tried to get Peter's face into my line of sight but people kept blocking him. As a few people cleared away, Peter and the blond man were talking or arguing I couldn't tell again. I pushed myself from the pillar, heading into their direction. I passed by a few people, only a few feet away when a hand grabbed my hand. I turned to face the person, about to ask him to let me go when I was met by the devil himself.

"Pamela?" I felt my face lose all its color even though I had makeup on to hide my green skin tone. I ripped my hand from the man's hand and took a step back as he tried to reach me again. "My sweet Pamela, I finally found you."

"Stay away from me." I found myself wanting to scream for Peter but I was locked in fear and anger.

"Pamela, why did you leave me? What did I do wrong?" His innocent tone made my stomach turn at the same time a wave of nausea hit me full force. The devil wore all white suit with a blue vest, oddly enough. Just the thought that we matched made me want to throw up. I turned my head to where Peter was but he was gone so was the blond man he was speaking with. I was alone with the man that made me a monster.

Without answering, I moved away from the dance floor trying to put as much space as possible from him. I should have known that he'd followed but the only thought in my mind was to find Peter. I need to find Peter. I left the dance and seating area and walked-rather speed walked-down the hall with him hot on my heels. Where did he go? I felt my panic rise as I couldn't find Peter. I felt my eyes stinging with tears that wanted to escape but I blinked them away, I had to stay strong. I would not give him the benefit that he still haunted me in the darkest parts of my mind.

I hit a dead end after a final turn that led to a single hall way with a few doors but all were locked. Before I could back track, he stood in the way blocking me from escaping. He walked closer to me and without warning lunged towards me grabbing me by my wrists and pushed me to the wall with such force that I heard the wood behind me crack. His hot breath licked my cheek, his lips were so close me I cringed.

I fought to push him away but it earned me another push to the wall.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He growled against my cheek. I could feel his teeth against my skin as if he wanted to bite it, if he did I would scream bloody murder.

"Jason, it's over between us!" I growled back at him finding courage to turn to him. I glared at him as he glared back at me.

"You don't get to decide that. You are still mine and as long as I live you will always be mine."

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble but I LEFT you. It's OVER!" I shouted at him, finally managing to push him away from me. "You don't own me. You never did!" I glanced down at my wrist and noticed bright red marks on them. I didn't realized that he was holding on that tightly. I knew there was going to be bruises, something that I grew use to in the past but not anymore. I balled my hands into fists, angry that he still thinks I'm his. Angry that I still fear him. Angry that I'm still standing there when I should be running to find Peter.

"Over. My. Dead. Body." His hand flashed out of nowhere and latched itself on my neck tightly that I could feel my air supply decreasing as his grip tightened around me. He pulled me close to his face that our nose touched. "We have unfinished business Pamela. I won't let you go again. Not even that boy will stop us from being happy and having that family we planned so long ago."

Nononononono! I threw a punch at his face, twice, on my second his grip loosen around me giving me the opportunity to push him one more time and run. I heard him calling out to me, commanding me to return but I didn't.

I locked myself in the girl's bathroom that was not far from where the party was. I slid against the door, I brought my knees to my chest, my arms wrapped around them tightly. I rocked myself back and form trying to gather my composure before I headed back to find Peter. Where was he? Did he leave?

How did Jason find me?

Why was he here?

Can this night get any better?

Peter Parker

After about 10 minutes, we walked back to the party. It really did feel like the happiest moment of my life, my hand intertwined with hers and a permanent smile on my face. I wrapped my arms around her hips and kissed her warmly on the forehead. Normally, I'd be beyond embarrassed to do something like that, but I was just so caught up in the moment.

Immediately after, I blushed. I really didn't want to embarrass her, and part of me worried that Red would just be turned off by my nerdiness. Surprisingly though, she smiled at the gesture...I swear, it was the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Maybe cause that kind of smile was so rare for her, maybe cause it was just nice to see her happy for once, maybe because she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen...Probably a combination of all three. "Are you okay?" I asked Pam, just to make sure she felt the same joy I was. She nodded, her smile still on her face.

"Are you two going to stand there or are you gonna kiss?" Gwen laughed. I couldn't contain the smile when I answered, "What are you talking about?" I heard something beginning to slither and grow on the walls. As I turned to my right, I saw that a plant was growing up the wall...Mistletoe. Ivy looked to me and smiled.

"So..." Gwen smiled. I leaned down, letting Ivy rise up and kiss me. As she did, I lovingly returned the gesture, softly holding her face so I could deepen my own kiss. When she pulled away, she nibbled on my bottom lip a little. I couldn't help but smile in enjoyment.

"Pamela!" Gwen wrapped up Isley in a tight hug that practically made Red's eyes bulge out of your head "You have no idea how happy I am!" Ivy gave me a look that pretty much read "Help".

I tapped Gwen on the shoulder, telling her to calm down a little. "Sorry," she smiled, embarrassed, letting go. A raven haired boy about my age walked up, physically fit and wearing a blue shirt. He was about the same height and weight as me. "Oh, almost forgot!" Gwen said, snapping her fingers. "This is Dick Grayson. Dick, this is my best friend Peter and his girlfriend Pamela."

Pamela looked like she had just seen a ghost. I felt her shivering, and I knew the smile she was giving right now was forced. Dick had a similar expression.

"It's nice to meet you two." he said, smiling skeptically. The two shook hands briefly, distrust and anger in both their eyes. I have to admit, it did make me morbidly curious.

"Gwen is a handful, sure you can handle her?" I joked. Gwen glared at Dick, smacking his shoulder jokingly. All I wanted was too break this awkward tension.

"I will be fine." he reassured. "How about you? Can you handle Pamela? She's something of a...Man-eater"

I scratched the back of my ear, feeling uncomfortable. This man clearly knew Pam's secret, and he was making something of a scene out of it. "I get your inclination..." I reassured. "And resent it...I believe people can change, and I believe in redemption. I know I had to make changes for Pamela, and I know she had to make some for me."

Dick laughed, again with that skeptic tone of his. "Well," he shrugged. "If that's the case...Good luck."

"Dick, come my parents are calling us." Gwen pulled Dick away, I smiled as they walked away. Even if I didn't like her boyfriend, he seemed to have the best of intentions. He seemed very kind, and it didn't worry me too much. I turned to Ivy, she was starting to calm down. "You okay?" I asked for what must have been the 20th time.

"I'm fine..." she reassured, "He's a superhero too...Calls himself "Nightwing". Me, him and Harley have some troubled history."

I shook my head, smiling slightly. "The past doesn't matter Red," I explained. "What matters is the present and the future. And I couldn't be more optimistic about both."

Ivy nodded slowly, she didn't hear that kind of news often. I think there may have been a time where she believed she was defined by her past, but I think it was healthy that she had moved past that notion. And what she said next made me positive she was letting her guard down. "Do you want to dance?" she asked.

I smiled in my own geeky manner, "I suck at dancing," I admitted. "Pretty much missed every school dance cause I was off stopping some new mad scientist wanting to blow up the eastern hemisphere."

"The music is mostly slow Dashboard Confessional songs," she laughed. "All you have to do is..." She wrapped her arms around my neck, looking deep into my eyes. "...Wrap your arms around your partner..." Then she started to slowly move back and forth, "...Move back and forth a little...And you're set."

I nodded, doing as she said. I whispered into her ear "I never thought that this could happen." I looked into her eyes, holding her face with my hands and said. "I promise you that I will never hurt you."

"I know," she whispered back, nodding. "If it gets too much for you just be honest with me. I don't want you to stay with me if it's too much."

"Nothing will separate me from you." I replied. Damn, why do I always sound soo geeky as Peter Parker? I pulled Isley in closer, removing the space between us, as she rested her chin on my shoulder.

"You never know." she sighed. She was still worried that I would hurt her? I couldn't blame her, if anything I was mostly frustrated in myself for maybe coming on too strong. Maybe I rushed this? No, I told myself. You started this, and you're not going to give up.

"I know it, Pamela." I insisted. "I told you earlier, my feelings for you are real. From the first time we met I felt this pull towards you. I don't know how to explain it. It confused me because I never felt it before. All I want...Is your faith" I kissed her slowly, the first time of the night where I had made the first move, which somewhat caught her off guard. It was slow and sweet, and that same electricity that we had on the first kiss was still there.

I chuckled a little as we pulled apart. "I...Uh...I'm going to go get some punch." Ivy giggled. That must have been the very first time I've ever seen her actually giggle. Almost as soon as she left, I was immediately confronted by that blonde guy I'd run into earlier. "Hello, Peter." he sighed.

"W-What...Why...Who are you?" I asked, completely confused.

"Name's Oliver Quinn," he explained. "Otherwise known as The Green Arrow. I'm a super...Like you. Well, not exactly like you. I'm not in danger of turning into a hideous and extremely violent monster if I get just a little afraid."

I shook my head. No, no this couldn't be happening. Not now. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my heart pounding. Green Arrow leaned in closer, trying to make sure I got his message clear. "You've been infected with Parallax. He's a parasitic monster, and he feeds on the fear of his hosts. If you even have a little fear or lack of will power in your heart, he'll turn you into a sadistic, unrecognizable beast. You'll kill people, Peter. People you love."

I shook my head, backing away. "No..." I responded, even though I was starting to believe him. "Y-You're insane!" Green Arrow began to unsheathe a knife from his belt, it was curved and must have been about 1 foot long. "If you don't have the strength to take your own life." he explained. "I'll have to end this myself."

Green Arrow swung the knife at my head which I easily ducked from, then he swung it at my stomach which I dodged. He tried to thrust forward with the knife, but I caught his arm and pulled it behind his back. He groaned in pain, and the remaining party members gasped. I took him to the door and threw him out, "Leave me alone, Oliver!" I yelled, trying to find Ivy again. I thought I heard someone crying in the bathroom, and out of instinct, I walked over to check.

Before I could, I was stopped by a man in his mid-40s, with a 5 o'clock shadow on his face and short, greyish brown hair. "Good sir, have you seen my lovely Pamela?" he asked me creepily. The last thing I needed right now was some freak stalking Pam. "No, leave us alone!" I snapped.

"Us?" he laughed. "There is only me and Pamela. My perfect woman...My creation...My possession to do with as I wish..."

"I SAID LEAVE US ALONE!" I roared, throwing Jason Woodrue at least 10 feet into a wall, causing him to crash into a painting. He didn't even seem angry, only impressed. "My God!" he gasped. "Your strength it's...It's superhuman!"

We had to get the hell out of here...Like, right now.

Poison Ivy

I opened the bathroom door after wiping away the tears and fixing my makeup that was smudged exposing my real skin color. I wanted to leave but I didn't want to leave Peter behind and make him think that I ran off. I saw Jason being thrown quite a distance, Peter angry and upset, and then I froze in place. I connected the dots instantly and I ran up to Peter who was moving towards Jason who in turn shouted at me for not running to him.

"Peter let's go please." I pulled him towards the exit and away from Jason who was getting up with a heated glare at Peter. I repeated myself again, pulling Peter harder forcing him to stumble back a step or two.

"Pamela, my love," Jason's voice was getting close as he spoke, urging me to hurry.

"I'm not yours!"

"She's not yours!"

Peter and I shouted in unison, I would have found it cute if it had not have been that Jason was the reason why we reacted. Soon enough I was sandwiched between the two men, testosterone filled my senses driving me insane. Men!

I turned around to face Jason, pressing my back against Peter's chest. I felt his warm wrapped around me in a protective manner, Jason reached out to touch me but Peter grabbed his hand before his dirty fingers touched me.

"Back off, now." Peter growled.

"Pamela, my love, I will come for you soon and we can continue where we left off." He gave me a smile that he tried to pass of with love and affection but it was more of an evil grin. "You won't last with her. Keep in mind when she's done with you, she will come back to me. She always does."

We both watched him leave as if he won the fight, I felt like I was slapped by his words. Why is everyone brining up my personal life into this? Duh you condemned yourself girl. You and the many men you kissed and…

Shut up! I put to silence to the voice that wanted to ruin me.

"Let's leave." Peter muttered under his breath and I felt a wave of panic. I couldn't read his expression or feel his feelings. We left the party without saying goodbye to Gwen and Dick, thank goodness! I didn't want them to see me or Peter how we were. I was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown and Peter looked like he wanted to hurt something or rather someone.

We made it back to my apartment and locked ourselves in my room that had a king size bed with a headboard that had morning glories all over. In reality my room was more like a tropical getaway, there was so much plant life in my room that brought in so much life and it gave it a homey feeling, well to me that is.

When we were heading towards my apartment, I tried to make some conversation but all I got was one 'hmm' and the rest silence.

I sat on the green comforter on my king size bed while Peter stood standing near the door to leave my bedroom. I don't know how long we were quiet, I didn't want to believe that Peter was angry at me but that little voice kept popping in spiking my anxiety to overload.

"D-do you regret your decision?" I whispered so softy that I was sure he didn't hear me. I kept my head down and stared at my feet, I was scared to look at him in case he was too angry to speak and he would nod his head in response.

"What did you say?" I flinched as I heard him speak a full sentence since the party. They weren't angry, they were filled with shock. Even hearing his shocked tone I couldn't look at him. This day was so perfect and then all this shi-crap happened! The anxiety turned into anger out of nowhere.

"I said, do you regret your decision?" I said more forcefully and this time I forced myself to look at him. He should have known better than to fall for me. Why couldn't he fall for Gwen?

"What? Do you?" He counted. I blinked once and shot up from my bed and stomped my way towards him. He jumped back but stood his ground as I was face to face with him. I wanted to scream at him, scream at myself, and scream at the world for putting Peter in my path. Was a higher power having their kicks at this?

"Peter, walk away." I said each word slowly and seriously. Again the insecurities kicked in and made me say things I didn't want to say. If this was too much for me then it was too much for Peter. I know it. "Leave. The only thing you will ever get from me is pain and I will hurt you. You don't know what you are getting yourself into with me. You mean well but I think that we should just be-"

I couldn't finish my sentence as Peter smashed his lips against mine shutting the words, putting my mind at ease. The taste of his lips was sweet and addicting, I couldn't help myself as I deepened the kiss. We only shared a kiss few hours ago before Jason ruined it for both of us. All those hours ago seemed like years, I didn't realize how much I enjoyed having his lips against mine, how much I missed his lips kissing me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him closer to me, his hand nestled on the back of my head keeping me in place. We broke off when we needed to catch our breaths, even then we still let our foreheads and nose touch. I licked my lips in one swipe, as heat in the room intensified. I felt his fingers massaging my skull while they tangled themselves into my red locks.

"I'm not leaving you. We will get through his Red." He leaned towards my forehead and gave it a sweet kiss. I hid my face into his chest and I let my walls crumble.

I cried in his arms that whole night.

Spider-Man

Ivy opened the door to the bathroom, revealing it was indeed her. Her tears were washing away her makeup and revealing her slightly green skin color. "Ivy..." I gasped. "Peter, let's go...Please" she sighed. I looked back at Jason, wanting to rip him limb from limb. I nodded, walking with Pamela towards the exit. Unfortunately, Jason wouldn't stop. "Pamela..." he cooed. "My love."

"I'm not yours!" Ivy seethed, digging her fingernails into my arm so hard that they shed a little blood, at the same time as I said. "She's not yours!" We had to get out of here, this guy was a scumbag...And worse than that, he seemed dangerous. "Back off..." I warned, my words filled with hate. "Now."

I clenched my fists, as Jason backed up. "Inferior ant." Jason laughed. "Pamela, my love. I will find you again, and we can continue where we left off. And as for you, ant, enjoy being her puppet. I promise that she'll have no qualms killing you when she gets bored of you...Before, running back to me with your skull."

He laughed creepily, as he walked away. I swear, sometimes I wish I was just like The Punisher, killing anybody who even looked at me funny. I really did trust Ivy with my life at this point...She wouldn't let me down, I knew it. I just hope I wouldn't let her down. Ivy looked even angrier than I did, and I looked back at her trying to calm her. "Mind going to your house?" I asked, sighing. "I'd to meet your babies." Isley looked back up at me, smiling a little. "I'm sure they'd love to meet you too."

When we got to her apartment room, it literally looked like a small jungle. It was covered in vines, plants and flowers, many moving and interacting with their environment like animals. she fell back against her bed with a sigh. "Do you regret your decision?" she whispered. I could barely even hear her.

I walked over to her slowly, trying to make sure not to step on any of her plants. "W-What did you say?" I asked. My heart fell like it was sinking into my pelvis. She turned to face me. "You heard me." she said louder. "Do you regret your decision?"

My mouth was hanging open, and I was beyond shocked. It hit me like a knife in the gut. "What? N-No..." I stuttered, "Do you?" Pamela got off her bed, walking towards me, inches away from my face. "Peter," she ordered. "Walk away...The only thing you will ever get from me is pain and I will hurt you. You don't know what you are getting yourself into with me. You mean well but I think that we should just be..."

I shook my head, interrupting her "No...No." I insisted. "It was right for us to be open with each other." I smacked my lips into hers, as she quickly kissed me back...The most passionate kiss I've ever had. Her lips were so sweet and soft, and I was grateful that she deepened her own as she continued kissing me. I wrapped my hands around her head softly, brushing her red hair back, as she grabbed my back, embracing me as we continued. Finally we let go, if only to breathe. I looked her deep in the eyes, trying to be as sincere as possible. "I'm not abandoning you...We will get through this Red." I responded. Ivy nodded, as we both lay back in her bed.

Meanwhile

Livewire had been spying on that attractive Spider-Man character since her defeat at his hands...And when he hinted that he was dating Ivy, he made it her mission to make sure if that's really what he meant. Now that he had tracked them down to Ivy's apartment, she would begin her plan of attack. "Have a good night, Spider." she smiled. "Cause tomorrow night, I'll show you what a real woman can do. Even if I have to burn your friends to a crisp."

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