Painful Plant-life

[Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley]

-[ 19th January. Open to all. This is quite a bit out of character since I've never really read or watched an account of injured Ivy so I improvised, sorry about that.]-

Wayne Botanical Gardens was Poison Ivy's favourite hideout. She wouldn't normally come here, especially not in the middle of the night, since this was the most likely spot for her stay, this had been her hiding spot when Batman had found her and thrown her in Arkham Asylum after she'd left Bane and his crew. Though she didn't normally approve of plants being kept in 'captivity' but this place was an exception, her babies were treated with kindness here, it's not like they were being experimented on. As far as she knew.
She wasn't here to stay, she was here to add a new, rare and precious flower to her plant family at Toxic Acres. She was sure that this lovely, new, rare flower would love it at the Acres, as all her precious babies did.

Ivy stood inside the doorway of Wayne Botanical gardens, no security tonight, thank goodness. She could get to the plant in peace. She moved slowly throught the giant greenhouse-like building, stopping in her wondering every now and again to whisper sweetly to gentle plants who would curl around her fingers or ankles as she moved.
She saw it. It was quite large, and in the shape of a snow drop, a smile spread on her painted red lips and she stepped over to the glass container it was kept in. "Aren't you lovely?" She said clearly, removing the glass case on the stand. It wasn't exactly maximum security in this place, who would steal a plant? Apart from her.
The plant bud was purple in colour and seemed as if it was yet to bloom she'd help it along with that later.

Her fingers wrapped around the red plant pot and she lifted it from it's stand, when she was sure that it was safe to walk off with it, her fingers curled around the base of the pot and she moved with the pot against her stomach. Ivy carried it slowly back over to the door again, almost as if her about to step past the door frame set it off, the purple flower bud bust open and released a green gas. It had shocked Ivy so much that she'd dropped the pot to the ground, shattering it as she jumped backwards.

Nothing happened for a moment but Ivy's bright green orbs didn't leave the pot which sat on the ground. The gas had been scentless and had seemed to settle into the air, eventually becoming colourless.
Poison Ivy decided it had been nothing important, maybe just a reaction to being moved from a greenhouse atmosphere to the outside temperature of the night.
She began to reach down to pick the plant up again, though the pot was smashed, the plant was still intact. Moving closer to it, Ivy got a better look at it's bloomed form. It was similar to a purple dandelion and if she concentrated she swore she could see a grin in the soft petals. Deciding it was her imagination, she moved her hands towards to plant, only to feel a sharp pain hit her shoulder. Ivy looked at her shoulder to see a small scratch, not deep enough to draw blood, but deep enough to sting. A frown crossed her features, and she moved her opposite hand up to rub the scratch, as soon as her fingers touched the broken skin, something whipped out quickly then withdrew before she could see what it was. It had scratched her hand; this time drawing blood.

Ivy glanced around nervously and took a slight step back. Before her foot had even touched the ground, the whispering stopped. The whispering of plant-life in her head had vanished.
Ivy was smart, and what was happening began to piece together in her head, the idea hadn't formed completely when a large number of plant vines lashed out at her, causing her body to leap backwards with fear. More scratches formed on her pale green skin, one vine thorn having torn one of the ivy vines that covered the skin on her back.

Poison Ivy didn't get a chance to speak, or even scream before hundreds of vines and leaves headed at top speed towards her. She pushed herself towards the door but the vines caught her in a piercing squeeze. Thorns broke her skin, slicing the vines that covered her body, drawing aloe filled blood and weakening her spirit. Screams emanated loudly from her throat and she reached for the door but vines caught her wrists and launched her backwards, her body hitting the side of the metal staircase, she heard a bone snap in her wrist. Ivy let out a loud cry of pain, plants now dragging her away from the stairs by her ankles, other thorny plants getting tangled in her thick mess of red hair. She called out in her mind, begging them to stop, but there was no kind of reply.

The bloody abuse continued for a long while, leaving no part of Ivy's skin without a scratch, bruise or gash.
After the while, the plant simply retreated. Whispering returned to Ivy's mind. Tears streamed down Ivy's pained cheeks, this had Joker written all over it, the purple plant, the green gas, the physical and mental abuse. She could feel the thin, bloody cuts at the sides of her lips. He was trying to get rid of her, obviously not wanting her taking Harley back.

While she was trying to think about this, trying to forget the pain that pierced through her entire body. She wouldn't admit to herself that she was trying to forget about the fact that if nobody found her, she could die. A singular, trimmed, thornless, rose vine next to the door, where she lay, seemed to pick up on this thought, and curled towards her, she winced as she felt it touch her bare skin, and it flicked back quickly. It took a moment for the Ross vine to return to her, though she winced again, the entire vine wrapped and twisted around her body, and began to lift her from the ground, moving her very slowly outside the door. This was the only thing it could do to help her, leaving her outside for someone to find her. She couldn't hear the whispers of the plants through the burning of the pain, she didn't even comprehend what the vine was doing as it placed her on the paved pathway. It curled back into it's original place and left her.

The plants at the sides of the pathway leant toward the body of Ivy since they sensed her pain but they could not reach her, they could only wait for her to be found. "Help... Me..." Came the whisper from the injured villain, who was almost completely covered in injuries, naked and clutching a broken wrist.

The Joker plant had already died.

[Selina Kyle]

Selina had been there during the downfall of Arkham Asylum, and had many mixed feelings about it. On one hand, there were a lot of psychos running around now, which proved for a nice distraction for a thief like her, keeping the police busy. But while they bothered the police, they were just as likely to turn and cause a hindrance to her. She got a lot of sketchy comments about her costume, but not only was it convenient in more than one way, but she was in truth, a little vain.

On the other hand? A few friends were released too, friends that Selina hadn't bothered to rescue. How was she supposed to break into the Asylum anyways? It would have been an impossible feat for her, too dangerous and just as likely to end up with her butt in a cell between Harley and Ivy.

So that had been out of the question.

Selina was keeping an eye on Ivy for a while. There was no telling how the woman would react to Selina, with a pleasant smile, or an angry grin, followed by stringing her up by her ankles with her 'babies' which she so called them. To each her own.

Eventually, Selina would have to make an appearance. And it seemed that now was the time.

So she dropped down from above on her feet, wrapping her whip around her waist for safe keeping, the end hanging by her rear to serve as something of a 'tail' for her feline facade.

"Hey Reeeed?" she called, her voice soft as she practically cooed. "Listen Red, I know it's been a while..." she paused. It was eerily quiet, as she pushed a branch to the side.

There was a rigidness that set her skin on edge, and odd crawling sensation that was more uncomfortable.

"Red?" she called again, less 'butt kiss' and more suspicious; concerned.

((hoppppe you don't mind me throwing Selina in here Ivy??? >w<))

[Harley Quinn]

[Erm. Leeet me just...er...slip in here...and...yeah. I know this has been inactive for like 2 months but hey ho...maybe I can revive it? >w<]

Harley hadn't seen much of Ivy since the fall of Arkham. If she was honest, she'd been spending most of her time fawning over Joker, and wanting to tend to his every need and whim. What was new there, though? Still, Harley decided that she needed to spend some quality time with her best girlfriend too! She wasn't entirely sure of her whereabouts exactly, but she knew this much: where there were plants, Ivy was likely to be also.

She'd waited until the cover of night - one could hardly stroll into the street in broad daylight wearing one's costume! - and then gone looking. She went to all Ivy's known favourite spots, but didn't find her in any of them. She had decided to take a break and think - there must be somewhere she had forgotten to look! She perched on the edge of a building roof, swinging her legs over the edge (she had gotten up there with her jester-themed grappling hook) and rubbing her chin thoughtfully as she tried to think. "Think like Red...where would I go?" she muttered to herself, scrunching up her nose as she frowned.

Suddenly, it came to her. If she had had a light bulb over her head, it would have lit up brightly. "'Course!" Harley cried, facepalming herself in the forehead. "Da Wayne Botanical Gardens! Gee, Harl, you shoulda thoughta that before!" She rolled her blue eyes at her own incompetence before drawing her legs in from the rooftop's edge and standing up. She turned swiftly, whipping her harlequin hat about, before sprinting to the other edge of the roof and gracefully leaping the gap to the next roof. To the Wayne Botanical Gardens it was!

She arrived a little while later, and, seeing no security, sprung happily through the doorway as if she were a ballet dancer. "Hey Red!" she called, loudly and excitedly, certain her friend was here. She paused, and clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels with a huge grin on her black painted lips, waiting for Ivy to respond and emerge from the plants. The smile, and her hands, dropped when she heard nothing. She was silent for a moment, confused, before she called her name again. "Red...?" Her tone was more wary now. She was sure Ivy would be here. To double check, she began to move through the plants, pushing them aside.

That was when she saw her, cut, bleeding, and naked, lying on the ground pathetically.

"RED!" Harley shrieked, surging forward suddenly. She dropped to her knees by her friend and, ignoring the fact she was wearing nothing, more concerned about her numerous injuries, cradled the plant-woman in her arms, a distraught expression on her face. "Red, what happened to ya?" she whimpered.