Ivy stared at her suit in its glass case. She had been for a few minutes now. Starring, that is.

Put your suit on, Pamela. She told herself. Now.

And as if time had been unfrozen, her hand jutted out to the control panel on the case, releasing the garment from its chamber.

She supposed this was what sleep deprivation felt like. How awful.

Ivy stripped her blazer off and unzipped her dress, helping the juniper green fabric to slide to the floor. Pushing it past her lower abdomen, her fingers brushed over something odd. She pulled her hands back immediately in surprise and stared down at herself. Bumps. Raised ridges etched into her stomach, seemingly bridging her hip bones.

Cautiously, she returned her hand to her stomach, curiously tracing the faint spiral patterns with her index finger.

"Hey!"

Supergirl's voice startled her but she managed not to spin around in surprise, instead keeping her body facing away from the girl who was now standing relatively close behind her.

"Good morning, Kara." She hurriedly pushed her dress down the rest of the way and grabbed for her suit, pulling it on as quickly as possible.

"And a good morning to you, Pamela." Even without facing her, Ivy could tell the girl was miming tipping her cap. She wanted to call her an idiot, but her wife would have probably done the same thing. "You excited for the mission?"

Ivy sighed internally when she remembered she couldn't zip her suit by herself. "I'm always excited to discover a new species…Kara," she ventured, looking over her shoulder at her. "Would you be a doll and—"

"No problem!" The blonde grinned, taking a strong hold of her zipper and closing up the back of Ivy's suit. "Can I just say I really like the teal?"

Ivy turned around fully now, ready to move to the next room. "You are absolutely free to voice your opinion…even if it's incorrect."

Kara giggled. "If you say so, Red."

"Ivy. It's Poison Ivy." Pam corrected before giving the girl one more look over and walking through the hallway into the equipment room. "Off planet." She told Red Tornado, who was manning the front desk.

"What sector?" He asked.

"0098," she told him.

He nodded, entering something into his keypad, and soon after a sleek gray and black spacesuit was brought out on what was essentially an upscale dry-cleaning rack.

She acknowledged him cordially with a subtle bob of the head and pulled that suit on over her earth uniform, taking one more opportunity to run her fingers over the bizarre patterns she'd found protruding from the usually smooth surface of her skin before strapping herself into the equipment completely.

Ivy and Kara were the last to board the ship. Martian Manhunter was already in the captain's chair while Jessica Cruz and Booster Gold were buckled into two of the safety seats in the back.

"Mera!" Booster immediately exclaimed upon Ivy's arrival. "Can't believe Arthur let you out of the house."

Ivy chose to ignore him for the moment, taking a seat on the opposite wall and fastening the safety straps in an X pattern over her chest.

"Is everyone accounted for?" J'onn asked.

"Looks like it." Jessica reported.

They were up in the air soon after, riding in silence as J'onn maneuvered them through the more turbulent altitudes.

Ivy watched out the window as the Earth disappeared behind them. It all looked so wonderful from this perspective. So healthy. She wondered if possible tourists to her planet would be able to tell just how thoroughly human beings had ruined it if they only beheld it from this vantage point.

"You bring your mermaid tail?" Booster's voice yanked Ivy's mind back into the ship.

She stared at him silently for a moment, just blinking at him once or twice before deciding to respond. "What good would Mera do in space?" she asked. "I'm not her, and I'm certain that's not how her anatomy works. Although I suppose I should respect your commitment to that joke."

"You're right. My bad." The man actually looked ashamed of himself for a moment.

Ivy smiled subtly and allowed her focus to drift back out the window.

"Murph? MURPH?"

Her attention was forced back onto Booster.

"MMMMUUUUURRRRRPPPPPHHHHHH!" He repeated, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice.

"What are you—why?!" Ivy demanded. "Because I'm a redhead in a space suit? She didn't even leave earth in that movie!" Booster Gold had an uncanny talent for pissing her off.

"What?" his face scrunched up in what seemed to be genuine confusion. "Of course she did. She ditched Matt Damon and then had to come back and save her damsel."

"Those are two different films, you imbecile." Ivy retorted. "And what about my demeanor or expression signals to you that I would like to participate in a conversation? No one like you, booster. I'm no exception."

Jessica was watching this exchange with mild fascination while Kara was starring resolutely ahead of her, determined to keep her eyes trained on an obscure spot on the wall rather than feel like she was in any way participating in an argument.

"Hey!" it was hard for Ivy to tell if he was actually offended. "Beetle likes me just fine, as a matter of fact."

"Yeah, and how does his dick taste?" Even Ivy was a bit surprised at the response she'd chosen. Usually she thought those things, but…well…she decided to stand by it.

Booster was grinning now, though. Looking like every frat-boy Pamela had ever hated. "Ooh, you're fun." He said with a chuckle. "Lucky for you I like my women feisty."

"Well I like my women…women." Ivy quipped. "And I've been married since before you discovered your dick."

Jessica laughed, both at Ivy's response and at the fact that Kara had turned beet red.

"J'onn!" Booster shouted, sounding purposefully childish. "Pamela is bullying me!"

"Perhaps you should leave women alone when they ask you to," J'onn calmly suggested.

Ivy watched Booster as he sunk back into his seat, that stupid grin still on his face, and silently fantasized about all the ways she could break him with her vines. Strangling…she could stab him if she used a sharp enough root…maybe rag-doll him around, slam him into the pavement a few times…and as these thoughts filled her psyche, her wrist began to hurt. It started dull at first, but sharpened as her thoughts intensified.

She looked down into her lap where the wrist in question lay overtop of her other hand. And as Ivy's thoughts moved from murder to the pain she was feeling, it slowly receded. She turned her hand over to examine her gloved palm and clenched it into a fist before straightening her fingers again. No cramping... Ivy shook her head, closing her hand into a fist again and glancing around the hold at her colleagues, who all seemed to be caught up in their own thoughts. Good.

They landed roughly an hour later after not much further conversation. J'onn was first down the ramp, followed by Ivy and then Booster, Supergirl and Jessica.

"The meadow is about a mile up the way," J'onn informed them.

Jessica nodded in some unspoken understanding and activated her ring, encapsulating them in a green force field that carried them over the planet's smooth terrain.

"Remind me why we brought the plant lady?" Booster directed his question at J'onn.

"Besides being able to communicate with plant life, Dr. Isley here has a PhD in the subject," the Green Martian informed him.

"You know the diplomas hanging up on adult film sets aren't actually real, right, J'onn?" Booster laughed.

The pain in Ivy's wrist roared back with a vengeance as her anger flared, and she had to bite her lip to muffle her cry.

"What's your PhD in?" Booster asked, "Cleavage?"

"Botanical engineering," Ivy muttered through clenched teeth, steadying herself on Kara's shoulder.

The blonde looked at her strangely, but didn't request that she move her hand. "Are you alright?" She asked.

"Yes—fantastic," was Ivy's strangled response.

Kara seemed like she wanted to ask a follow up, but the bubble touched the ground and then disappeared back into Jessica's ring.

Ivy was immediately hit with a smell so overwhelming it delivered her a splitting headache. She was forced to drop to her knees, her hands squeezing the sides of her helmet.

"Ivy?"

It seemed like Kara's voice was echoing from all around her, like they were surrounded by cement and the closer to walls pressed, the faster her voice traveled.

And suddenly—she knew the smell. She was all too familiar with that particular pungent odor. "Jessica—back in the—get back in the—leave," Ivy was having a difficult time articulating her instructions, but Jessica still seemed to somehow understand and powered up her ring once more, closing the party—minus Ivy—back into her force field.

The redhead remained kneeling on the ground, her head clutched between her hands, her jaw tight, her teeth gritted. In a clumsy motion, she fumbled for the latch on her helmet and opened it, taking a deep breath as she did, trying to filter the alien air as quickly as possible, just as she would a foreign poison.

"What is it, Pamela?" J'onn asked, his voice sounding off within her head. "Is the air toxic?"

"Pheromones," Ivy gasped. "Don't—you can't breathe the air."

"Ok…uh…you good, though?" Booster asked. "Can I take care of your wife if you don't make it?"

Ivy mustered the concentration to flip him off, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth until she could once again form a coherent thought. "They're stronger than the ones I expel." She coughed. "More potent."

"Then why'd you take your helmet off, dumbass?" Was Booster's next question.

"I'm strengthening my immunity via exposure," Ivy growled. "And you're welcome."

"So what would they do to us?" Jessica asked.

Shakily, Ivy drew herself up to her feet. "Impair and disrupt cognitive ability."

"So?" Jessica followed up. "Booster's cognitive ability is already impaired."

"There is only one human being with the ability to resist Poison Ivy's toxins, and that person was delivered the vaccine by Poison Ivy herself," J'onn said. "So if Poison Ivy is standing before you, telling you this atmosphere is more toxic than she, I suggest you heed that warning."

Ivy turned away from them before Jessica could provide a reaction. The meadow stretched all the way to the horizon line, as far as Ivy could see. And the sun was not yellow like the one they enjoyed on Earth, this one beat down with a faint red light…like one of the heat lamps Ivy utilized in her greenhouse. The meadow itself was absolutely smooth, not a single bump or dip in its surface, although it was colored an eerie shade of shamrock green.

"J'onn, have you made inroads with the inhabitants yet?" She asked.

"As far as we can tell, this planet is currently uninhabited." He answered.

Her headache was beginning to dissipate, the fog clearing from her mind and her breathing pattern returning to somewhat normal, although she was consuming oxygen slightly faster than was typical. She squinted at the ground just below her feet. Taking a careful step forward, she found the terrain was springy. It gave beneath her feet, but didn't let her sink.

Ivy leaned over to pick up her helmet, surveying the scene in front of her for another moment before smiling slyly. "Oh, you're wrong, J'onn." She called back over her shoulder. "Seems this planet is rather densely populated, actually."

She looked to see all of her colleagues wearing perplexed expressions. "Jessica…" Ivy cooed, a look of disconcerting calm falling over her features. "I'm going to need back in there."

"Why?"

With a sigh, Ivy turned to face the meadow once more, and after taking one more deep breath, she tossed her helmet into the air. It only traveled about 5 feet before the ground came alive, and the fanged green head of what looked like one of Ivy's modified pitcher plants broke from the surface and snatched it out of the air. "We don't seem to be standing on the ground."

Things happened rather quickly after that. A strong hand was on Ivy's shoulder, yanking her backwards, and they were moving through the air, identical plants rising to snap at their bubble as it flew.

When the ship appeared ahead of them, it seemed to be capsizing, like a boat on the ocean, being pulled down onto what was truly the planet's surface.

"Holy fuck," Booster said, his jaw dropping as one of the larger plants opened its maw and attempted to chew through the right wing of the ship.

Ivy closed her eyes, tuning he and the others out. Mentally closing herself off from the chaos around them. "We mean you no harm. We meant no disturbance. We won't return. We shall leave you to your utopia."

The plant retracted and Jessica landed the bubble on the ramp, Manhunter flying immediately to the cockpit to start the engines.

When another plant reached out for Booster's leg, Ivy shouted "ENOUGH!" and its head cowered away, diving below the canvas of green once more. J'onn closed the ramp and they were off before the others had time to buckle in.

Ivy laughed at Booster's stricken face. All the color had drained from it, and he sat down in the nearest seat because the shaking of his legs was too intense for him to venture any further.

"Oh, Mr. Gold," Ivy's contentedness showed in her confident smile. "Why did you bring the plant lady?"

His eyes were still wide with fear, so she approached him slowly, her hips swaying as she went. With that cocky smirk still playing on her lips, she lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him so that she could lean into his ear. "It would be wise of you not to disrespect me again." His breath hitched as she leaned closer, placing her tongue just below his ear and dragging it along his jaw, leaving a trail of smoke and blistered skin in her wake.

Booster whimpered at the pain and she dragged her lips upwards so they barely ghosted against his bottom one. "If you can't even handle my tongue…" Her eyes flicked up to his, the green flickering like acid. "How did you expect to handle the rest of me?"