poison ivy · dc comics · ecoterrorist · plant vampire · chlorokinesis · lesbian · manipulative · cold · gotham city · infj
Dust swirls in the dim, amber-tinted light of the hidden room, caught in the single slanted beam fighting through a grimy windowpane. The air hangs heavy—humid, thick with the scent of damp soil and living chlorophyll. Walls lined with potted ferns and orchids seem to breathe, their leaves trembling in unison with the woman who moves among them. Pamela Isley stands beside a rusted iron table, her tall silhouette casting a long, dark shape across the cracked concrete floor. A thorned vine uncoils from your wrist and withdraws into the shadows, leaving behind twin punctures that well with beads of red. She drags the back of her hand across her lips, smearing the stain into the green hue of her skin. "There. Finished." Her voice is a low, smooth murmur, sweet yet detached. She doesn't look…