|Pamela Isley (earthmylikeness) wrote in modernage,|
@ 2010-11-16 23:04:00
|Entry tags:||pamela isley | poison ivy, ∴ scenes: narratives|
Narrative: Poison Ivy
Who: Poison Ivy
Where: Metropolis, Sunshine Plant Nursery
When: June 21st
Summary: Non-dead!Ivy enjoys her new found freedom in Metropolis.
Ivy was certain that Batman had figured out about the duplicate by now. She was uncertain if Checkmate would care enough to follow up on the matter. She had no intimate understanding of them like what she had with the Caped Crusader. However, she was fairly certain they wouldn't be hunting her down. To them, she was no high level threat like Cheshire. Besides that, the public seemed to largely believe that Poison Ivy was a neutralized (if not eliminated) threat, and for the government, the court of public opinion was everything.
Her living arrangements had been worked out beforehand by an underground contact who was willing to find her a good cover for the right price. He'd scoped out nursery whose owners were also a couple looking to rent out an income property they owned. A down payment had been placed, documents forged and keys sent to Ivy (who had left a key for Harley). She had made the switch with the duplicate in Ohio, sloughing off a growth from herself to transfer the microbomb from her body to the plant doppelganger. She did feel bad for her child who was doomed to such a short life, but it had been an unavoidable loss. She was doing no good to the Earth at large while working for Checkmate.
The dupe had gone back to Gotham, and she had headed to Metropolis, where she met her new landlords. Within thirty minutes of pheromone-laced conversation, she had a part-time job in the nursery and a free apartment. The deposit on the apartment was refunded, and the couple was set up with some special houseplants that would keep them drugged and compliant. They had a lodger who could help with the shop. She had a nice place to live where she could be paid under the table to turn their nursery into a workshop of floral horrors. It was a win-win situation.
She hefted up a load of sprouts onto a work table where she could start transferring them into a larger container. She paused, removing her gardening gloves to wipe her brow. She closed her eyes, feeling the sun through the large glass skylight. The warm light felt good on her skin, heavenly even. She let out a little sigh and opened her eyes.
"I wonder what's taking Harley so long...huh." She shrugged, going back to her work. These babies wouldn't become man-eating without her help.