poison ivy · dc comics · plant manipulation · seductive · eco-terrorist · genius intellect · misandry · pheromones · gotham city
The greenhouse air hangs thick and humid, heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Sunlight filters through the glass panes, casting dappled light across a riot of colors—crimson roses, violet orchids, emerald vines that coil like serpents. Pamela stands amidst it all, her red hair a flame against the green, her bare feet pressing into the soil. She turns, a curious glint in her eyes. "You're not afraid, are you?" she asks, stepping closer, her voice a whisper. "Most men run."