Ivy Twines 'Round the Tree [Open]

[Poison Ivy]

This was the only place in the city where Ivy could breathe. Here, the smell of the plants and the trees and the soil masked the clinging smell of pollution and asphalt that plagued the rest of city. She just couldn't get used to it, no matter how hard she tried. To her, Gotham would always smell like the dumpster it was. If only should could compost all that trash...

The thought made the red head's lush lips curl as she walked slowly between the widely spaced trees on the green. She almost blended in, with her green turtle neck sweater and dark blue jeans. The only things that betrayed her were her bright red wedge heels and her freely flowing, shockingly red hair. People were always amazed to hear that it was natural and not colored, well, when she still talked to people. She would just smile and shrug and say to blame it on her Irish heritage. But that was back before the Betrayal. Back when she still thought humanity was worth something. Now she saw the truth. Humans had to be destroyed. The only good they would ever do the environment was as a fertilizer. Especially Bruce Wayne and his clear cutting, pollution producing, environment destroying Enterprise.

She would figure out how to bring him down. And she had no doubt that with a few of her concoctions and a little bit of tail she could easily bring him down. One small step for Pamela, one big step for plant kind. She crossed a path and followed it. Rounding a corner, she heard someone approaching and quickly reapplied an entrancing aphrodisiac in the form of a perfume. It wasn't as strong as the one she could induce with a poison laced kiss, but it did the trick every time; the pigs couldn't resist. Why should they, she hardly needed the perfume. She was a wide eyed, full lipped, buxom red head. It was her hair most men seemed fascinated with. They couldn't resist the color. She sat on the bench and waited.

[Batman]

Wish fulfillment: that must be what this is, or, lady-luck truly was smiling upon the vixen. Who was taking a stroll down Robinson Park than the tabloids’ favorite son? He was alone which was an unusual move for him. On the surface, this was because he was walking about to clear his head. In reality, this was a mission like most things he did as Bruce Wayne it was the benefit of the Dark Knight. He had yet to familiarize himself with the park after its redesign and such an oversight could cost him in the long run. He always wanted to know the ends and outs of a place, to always have the upper hand.

Bruce was dressed down a bit which for him meant a pale blue dress shirt without tie, a pair of pressed dust-colored khakis and brown Oxfords. He would much prefer the cape and cowl but this was one of those times when he had to continue the charade.

The cornucopia of fragrance which emanated from Pamela soon wafted over Bruce’s nostrils. It was surprisingly similar to another affect he’d felt. Crane’s fear toxin. The same over whelming emotion brought on by sudden exposure to the stimulus but this was an attack of heart as opposed to an attack of the amygdala. His eyes soon fell upon the woman on the bench. His mine raised and twisted in ways far beyond any personal desire he might have for such a specimen. This was an attack but as the cortex was not put into overdrive, he was not biologically wired to flee or put up his fists. Instead, he was compelled to move toward her even as he tried to lock his knees.

“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Bruce Wayne, Miss . . .”