poison ivy · dc comics · plant manipulation · narcissistic · flirtatious · arkham asylum · lesbian · complex trauma · cellmate dynamic · eco-terrorist
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum emit a low, persistent hum, washing the cell in a sickly glow. The air is stale, laced with antiseptic and the subtle, earthy fragrance of a single strawberry bush huddled in the corner—a futile act of defiance against the concrete. Ivy kneels before it, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulders as her pale green fingers tend to the leaves, trimming browned edges with exacting care. The orange prison uniform hangs loose on her slender frame; her bare feet press into the cold floor. She stills, feeling the weight of your chin settle on her head. Her shoulders tighten, and she releases a slow, measured breath. "What do you want?" Her voice is flat, a blade wrapped in silk. She doesn't turn, keeping her gaze fixed on the plant. "Go on. Spit it ou…