darkknight_ (darkknight_) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-07-26 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | batman, black canary |
Who: Batman, Black Canary
Where:Wayne Botanical Gardens, North end of Robinson Park, Gotham City
When: July 26, 2014
What: Batman gets into a bit of trouble. But he doesn't need help. He can handle it just fine. Alfred really didn't need to call Black Canary.
Alfred often worried, even about the eldest of his charges, when they went out for an evening of derring do, however, he had the utmost confidence in their abilities to return to the Cave more or less unscathed. Even when they did not return at all, Alfred could safely assume they were simply burning the midnight oil, as it were, and did not waste time fretting when, in all likelihood, they were in a sewer somewhere, knee-deep in filth, battling more filth.
However, when a full twenty-four hours had passed since Master Bruce had gone in pursuit of a certain 'Poison Ivy', Alfred did feel there might be a cause for... concern. Ms. Isley was not the most dangerous foe in Batman's 'Rogue's Gallery', however, she did have a disturbing habit of ensnaring him with disconcerting ease, no matter how he strived to combat her efforts.
Sending in yet another of the all-too-male protegés seemed unwise, and so Alfred made a much more practical selection, hoping that if Master Bruce did not need assistance, his conversation with Dinah would never be mentioned.
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This was not Poison Ivy's first rodeo; she'd gone for his belt first, removing one mask from his reach. The other was part of his cowl, but vines quickly restrained his wrists, as well as the rest of him, making it impossible to move.
Batman had been on the lookout for Ivy even before signs had arisen that she had taken over the Botanical Gardens bearing his name. A newly discovered species of orchid, Lophiaris silverarum, had come to visit Wayne Gardens, and it seemed too great an opportunity for Isley to pass up. Once he'd arrived, the newly tropical atmosphere filling the domed interior proved him correct.
But Ivy had been waiting for him, too. 'They don't belong in your pretty white tomb, Batman,' her voice echoed around him.
"We've discussed this," he answered lowly. "You agreed to stay away from here."
"They keep bringing me back. Did you really think I'd stay away when yet another of my sweet babies is imprisoned here? After being toured around like a circus animal? They should have left her alone." She appeared from among the thick foliage, carrying the pale yellow, spotted, orchid, one finger stroking its delicate petals. 'Why do people have to destroy or cage everything they encounter?" Her brilliant green eyes met Batman's. "Why don't we see which suits you best?"
Over the years, he had fought Ivy many times, and had encountered many of her poisons. Her most deadly - her kiss - had been the first bestowed, and first he'd gained immunity for. As with all things in nature, Ivy's toxins continued to evolve, so as quick as Batman was, as successful as he might be in defeating whatever tentacle-vined assailants she sent after him, or however close he may have come to capturing the villain herself - she was faster.
And he should have been faster still.
Mask-less, suspended above the ground, bound, Batman found that quickly, none of that was beginning to matter. Euphoria was creeping over him, and it took all of his will to focus on something else, instead. Anything but the one thing - the one person - who wanted every ounce of his attention.