A Day of Rest | [Gemini]

[POISON IVY]

One of the few joys in life for Pamela Isley is to be able to sink her hands into vitamin rich soil. There were many environments that her children could thrive in, but for a majority of them it was the dark rich soil that was chock full of nutrients that was craved.

It was an off day from her very grueling lifestyle and she decided to take care of her children and listen to their problems for the time being as her way to relax and recharge. She made herself available to be reached, but Poison Ivy needed a moment of peace amidst all the treacherous planning and meticulous execution of those plans. Strange how they most of them seem to fall through.

Pamela almost looked like a normal human being in overalls, dark green t-shirt and a big floppy straw hat working in ‘her’ greenhouse created by her while nestled away at in the Society’s secret base. The flame-haired villainess was acting rather out of character as she had a sweet little smile on her lips as she played in the dirt humming a light tune.

The woman was not all prickles and poison as most would know her for with their various interactions with her but being in her garden with her children were one of those secret moments where she could be herself. The humming was due to the fact that a majority of her children loved music, soft, ethereal and calming. Soaking up the moist heat of the sun’s rays through the glass, Poison Ivy had allowed her natural green colour to shine through. It was a picture of a moment in time where she was not feeling threatened, hurt, or misunderstood.

Batman had once said that she was incapable of love. That she was more plant than human with the changes that she was forced into, but she begged to differ. She wanted to be a mother that could feel her children growing inside of her and to love them as much as she loved those that combined to make the Green. She had feelings that were often trampled over by hero and villain alike only making her determined to be who she wanted to be.

Pamerla Isley the botanist was once a mousey woman and quite oblivious of how unattractive she was. She recalled her being almost afraid of her shadow and after a while could not bother to care what she looked like. Hiding in her books, plant studies and assignments, it was no wonder how taken away by her professor she was. She almost allowed him to kill her and yet she did not die. Still hating him with a passion, she still felt that she was improved upon except for being sterile and a cesspool of toxins. Now, she was deadly and beautiful and no one would dare take advantage of her or they could try and suffer for it. Still, it did not make her any less lonely on days when she was not clouded with delusions or blind rage when humans were hurting her children.

Insensitive pricks. It was her duty as the self-appointed goddess of the Green to protect those that cannot do it themselves and to destroy all who burn and cut down her children. She was the voice that will be heard. The errant thoughts that ran through her mind as she re-potted a flowering plant that was from the Solanceae family. The bell-shaped flowers could not really be considered ‘beautiful’ with its tyrian purple colour tinged in green, but it was deadly as well as useful. To think women used to use the herb as an eyedrop to dilate their pupils to make them look more seductive. The things people do for beauty. She mused silently as she gently kissed the delicate petals of the flower.

[Gemini]

The society was expanding rapidly, something that was good for everyone concerned, every day the Society offered more opportunities and scope for action than Gemini had thought possible and she was getting excited by the plans which were being brought forward. Some of the Society’s members she knew from past encounters, others she didn’t know at all, but some were so infamous that everyone knew their names. Poison Ivy was one such person; Gemini had yet to meet another villain who hadn’t heard of her and now that Ivy had joined the Society, she couldn’t resist paying the woman a visit to introduce herself.

Wearing her own form and the costume that went with it, Gemini opened the door into the base area where she had been told that Ivy would be, her jaw dropping as she stared at the lush foliage which covered what last week had been a storage area. The size of the plants was extraordinary; it looked as if they were decades old instead of just a few days, in fact the scene looked more like a jungle than the boring concrete walls Gemini knew lurked beneath. She didn’t particularly care much for plants; they made useful disguises for spying on others (the memory of strangling a Senator while shaped as his office pot plant was one of her favourites) but all they did otherwise was sit there silently demanding to be watered. Like many living things Gemini had no time for them, Poison Ivy on the other hand was someone Gemini did have time for.

Spotting the large straw hat, Gemini made her way closer, her steps completely silent until she was behind the green skinned woman, clearing her throat to announce her presence. “You’ve built a beautiful garden here, such beautiful blossoms” she complimented, idly put a gloved finger underneath a flower and lifting it to her nose, testing its scent. “We haven’t met before, my name is Gemini.” She gave as genuine a smile as she was capable of, her posture open and non-threatening. “I know who you are of course; it’s a pleasure to meet you Poison Ivy.”

[POISON IVY]

Poison Ivy was rather antisocial on a good day, but it was perhaps being midst her children and her natural habitat that seemed to make her almost seem affable singing with a smile on her blood red lips. As soon as the door opened and Gemini had entered her domain, Pamela already knew of her presence before she even introduced herself. Her children informed her of their guest as Poison Ivy was highly attuned to the Green and while people felt that plants had no feelings and almost inanimate, she thought very differently. A smirk appeared as her children preened for their guest instead of lashing out. Moving and swaying as if a life of their own as a gentle whisper was heard as if Alice had just walked into the garden of over-sized talking flowers.

She continued to finishing moving her little poisonous belladonna as Gemini drew closer and allowed her to believe that she was silent. This was her domain and the plants were her spies. “Thank you.” Pamela accepted the compliment as she moved around the table to see her guest fully. It was never comforting when someone stood behind her. She cooed to the belladonna and another whispering as if there was a breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees as it flirted.

“It is nice to finally meet you, Gemini. Your reputation precedes you. It must be so very delightful to create the kind of mischief that you do.” Pamela managed to say warmly with amusement as she finished redressing belladonna.

Poison Ivy often felt it rather difficult to actually get to know people. Frankly, she did not care if they lived or died often times, except for a select few that she knew and care for. That circle was often very small and lacking, usually only included Harley as the closest thing to a friend. It was a rather odd friendship as well and it was probably because of how sorry she felt for the woman and how her 'love' treated her so wretchedly. The options that she had even offered up would eventually empower Harley enough to regain some independence before Joker plays his cracked out hand allowing him to just reel her in.

“Do you have any aspirations pertaining to your future, Gemini? Either personal ones or for the Society?” The red-haired woman asked suddenly as she placed belladonna beside her as she met her guest’s gaze. If anything Pamela was curious to know more about her visitor and wondered if Gemini was ready to know exactly who Poison Ivy was.