Log: Siren/Ivy
[The Greenhouse had fallen into shambles during her absence, but it wasn't anything she couldn't deal with. An inconvenience, annoying as it was, but it gave her something to do as she put feelers out through the city to figure out a little bit more about this Gotham which was certainly not her Gotham. Oh, it was similar in many ways. The buildings were mostly in the right place, but the differences were plenty enough that they were jarring and wrong. It would take time for this place to become home, but time was something that Ivy had plenty of.
She felt the newcomer before she heard or saw her, her entrance plagued with the coppery smell of blood, Ivy's nose wrinkling for just a moment as she listened and waited. It wasn't until there was the murmur to the dying man that she made her presence known, slipping out from a tangle of thorny vines, a brightly coloured bloom twirled between two fingers.] It's not the daisies he needs to worry about. [She paused, giving the newcomer a long look, taking in the red, deep and rich, the corner of her mouth twitching up in a smile.] Siren, I presume?