Every Queen Needs A Champion [SK/o]

[POISON IVY]

Poison Ivy was once a lab experiment, she knew the confides of a test tube. To be poked, prodded, and fall in and out of reality as though life was just a dream. She felt despite her utter dislike towards male and female scientists alike a extreme sympathy for test subjects. They were out played to be villainous and malicious when in fact they were merely victims. Pamela mused over her destination as folded her arms over her chest. Her attire was strikingly different from the norm, over her suit was not one but two heavy winter coats. Despite the heating system within the ship she sat in Pamela was feeling particularly freezing. This was due mainly to the location she now flew over, a robotic voice- very similar to Doctor Cybers spoke.

< " Good evening Pamela, this is your automated Captain speaking. It is currently Minus Nineteen degrees Fahrenheit in Halley, Antarctica. We are currently flying over the location of the first Halley Research Station location " >

"Oh joy..." Pamela muttered, her teeth chattered when she opened her mouth. Cursing under her breath she clenched her teeth, it was so much easier to stand the cold weather when you were moving about. Now stationary and cramped in the small ship built for two Pam began to despise this idea. It was of her own though, and she was to blame for the upcoming events. "How long till we arrive at our destination?" She asked through chattering teeth, she could almost here Doctor Cyber laughing at her idea in the back of her head.

< " Approximately Twenty minutes." >

WOOOOOOOSH

At that the ship shook and Pamela jumped grabbing the seat bars at either side she cried, "WHAT WAS THAT?" Though she didn't need a answer, through the ice coated window shield she watched a torpedo wizz ahead of them.

< " I apologize for the bumpy ride, it appears as though three heat seeking missiles were launched from an Unknown location. Taking immediate evasive action. " >

The ship jerked and skillfully dodged the missiles though that was not enough to stop them from turning to follow the ship. "DOCTOR CYBER, YOU SAID THIS SHIP WAS CLOAKED." Pamela screamed, hopelessly jamming her seat buckle closed as the plane did a 360 to avoid getting hit. Her hood fell back from her hair exposing her red locks. As she panicked vines grew from her back and began to enclose her in the seat. The ship rocked, firing missiles of its own. In a explosion Ivy gasped and shut her eyes at the blinding light. The ship had managed to destroy a missile, how crazy actuate was that. Pam felt her heart exploding in her chest, "GET US OUT, GET US CLOAKED." She cried, as her vines began to wrap around her body. The ship jerked violently, the back of her head smacked against the back of her plant encasing. She groaned then,

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

The ship didn't have time to respond, Pamela covered her ears, vines wrapping her body completely in a cocoon as the ship engine exploded. Her stomach lurched as it fell through the icy gusts, she could hear the autopilot repeating evacuation procedure and felt the chair she had sat on launch her body through the open window. She couldn't feel the cold, but the velocity in which she traveled with in the safety of the plant mass around her body. As it rocketed through sky she curled up and allowed for the vines to further protect her body. She feared where she would land, hopefully not over thin ice.

THUD

Pamela's body shook from the impact, snow, glorious snow. Her heart quickened, she now opened her eyes to stare at the plant mass around her that was quickly dropping in temperature. Dammit all to hell, her mission was now one of survival not retrieval. She felt the cold inch into cocoon and her body began to shiver violently. Pam's head throbbed, she touched the spot that had hit the wall and felt liquid. She called softly into the nearly invisible head piece, "Doctor Cyber... crash landing... Halley station... help..." She began, but as the plant mass around her gave way to snow she lost consciousness. Her distress call echoed in the vast and empty iceland.

[Superman]

The frozen tundra stretched for what seemed like endless miles as the man of steel flew through the air, his body streamline and head gracefully held forward as he cut through the frozen Antarctic at blinding speeds. The scenery before him, although unable to capture a visage of him was clearly processed even if he did zoom by the landscape. For the time being, it was merely a frozen landscape that reached out to him, but every so often there would be the occurrence of natural wildlife prowling along the desolate terrain or the running of water that was caused by the melting of these magnificent glaciers. An action that was too soon and a great danger to the ever growing society. Environmentalism, however was not the reason he was scouring this plane.

Just three minutes ago, he had been rescuing children from a burning 20 story high rise. A structure leering off the coast of one of New York City's boroughs whose craftsman ship was clearly poor and indicated the obvious reasons of a sporadic arson. Why Clark did understand the every growing need for more housing within larger cities, he didn't think that homes built in under six months should be deemed - hospitable. Alas, his job was to respond to such disasters when man's work failed and while as Superman he had no pull in the matter, Clark Kent shared every intent on his opinions about these new mega-homes.

Saving the children was easy work, but things became more complicated when the structure began to grow unstable and soon enough fall. It was that exact moment while Kal-El was hoisting up a burning building that the league's transmitter cut in and informed them of an unidentified missile launch in Antarctica.

His mind, while occupied with the imminent danger, immediately went to the vision of his Fortress. Had it been compromised? Could this potentially be an attack on his sanction? Wanting to immediately change his priorities, Kal-El, heaved the falling structure back into place, righting it up and ignoring the smoke that erupted from the building (whose blazes were extinguished. Working quickly, he utilized his x-ray vision to sear together the steel girders, allowing a temporary fix for the building. He turned mid air and descended down to the civilians, firemen and people cheering and clapping at his accomplishments.

"It's only a temporary fix." Clark began as he approached the chief, "I can suggest taking it down and reconstructing a new building-" He paused looking back at the structure, "Otherwise, it'll probably go up in flames again." A small smile was the last thing he left behind as he ascended into the sky and once at a high enough distance, propelled his body through the air, sound barriers forming, once, twice, three times and was in a matter of moments flying south.

"Superman to Watchtower, I'm on my way - what are the coordinates." There was a sense of urgency in his voice and soon enough he found himself flying across the frozen landmass.

It didn't take long after receiving the coordinates to determine that his fortress was nowhere near danger. Instead, he was updated that an unidentified flying ship had been within the perimeter and the missiles were set off, no doubt with every intention of taking it down. The league pinpointed the launch point to a secret laboratory run by the United States government and whatever they were experimenting on was clearly meant to be private. Why wasn't Clark surprised?

In the distance he finally caught sight of the missiles and pushing his body forward and continuing to pick up speed, feeling no need to restrict his strength in his barren frozen land. An explosion by one missile in the distance was visible, but his concentration was a lone missile, heat seeking based on its design and still adamant on hitting a target. Flying parallel to the weapon, he focused his gaze and sent a beam of heat energy into the device. Clearing the explosion long before it had went off, Clark was now en route to the laying waste of fire, smoke and broken machinery.

Coming closer to the dropped plane, Clark concentrated his gaze on the ruins searching through the smoke, metal and snow for any signs of life within the craft. To his relief there were no passengers trapped within the wreckage and he turned in the air, searching along all directions for emergency parachutes or disruptions in the smooth snow. His sense at their peak, he ascended slowly, trying to get a better view and the various sounds invading his eardrums. The screeching metal from the wreckage, the fires that licked at the air, the ominous wind that filled the air and ensnared him in his grip attempting to freeze him but failing. It will relayed back to him and as he began to grow disheartened by the possibility that the passengers had perished he heard the voice call out.

Very faint and barely audible, he zoned in on the source, turned slightly to is right and descended into that particular direction. His eyes scanned the white frost, seeing through the crystallized water and finally falling upon the cocoon mass that was Poison Ivy. His sense piqued and curiosity heightened, Clark landed onto the soft snow that allowed padding in his drop and approached the mass cautiously. The violent winds were relentless in covering the seemingly organic mass and Kal-El wondered if the species that had landed was alien.

"Superman to watchtower, I've located a passenger from the downed craft." Clark reported as he tuned into his hearing and caught the faint sound of breathing, a heart beat - pulse. He sought to look deeper into the cocoon, his gaze peeling every layer of the mass that comprised of chlorophyll, water and the other basic constructs for life on Earth. The layers faded from his vision until finally his gaze was focused on the brilliant red hair within the cocoon, her eyes closed and body still as she clearly looked out of her element.

Reaching forward and grasping a piece of green that gave way quite easily to his pull, Superman cautiously opened the womb seeking to investigate the living contents within its grasp.

"Would anyone know what Poison Ivy would be doing in Antarctica?" Clark inquired, his message returning to the league's base and hoping for a response.

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[POISON IVY]

Nestled in the cocoon after the attack and crash, Poison Ivy was still cold and rather miserable feeling slightly foolish for having allowed herself to be lured out in the middle of the Antarctic. The only thing that could actually grow out here was moss, lichen and grass. Her head ached having hit it during the attack and all she could do was lay there in the snow to try to recuperate and to ensure that she had not taken any permanent damage.

She felt bruised like a callous bartender shaking a gin martini. There was no reply from Doctor Cyber and she wondered if the last of her message was transmitted before the crash. Then she heard a sound first, and later aware that someone was opening her cocoon. The pod that had protected her from the crash was sentient harboring the goddess of the green in its fold already aware of the many layers being pulled back gently hearing a masculine voice. Her rescuer.

Poison Ivy had the ability to slow her heart beat, and control her breathing, but with the cold it was not difficult to be sluggish and unconscious. The two jackets that she had used to protect herself from the chill did nothing compared to her rescuer's body heat. His body warmth made her want to curl about him to steal what she could. For now she feigned unconsciousness as if she were one of those that meditated while completely submerged in ice water.

There was still no reaction as she heard him asking someone probably over a comm what she was doing in Antarctica. It was her hopes that no one knew why she was here the operation labeled as covert to avoid any of the heroes to even know what was going on behind their backs.

Before a reply could be heard, Ivy using the element of surprise used her vines to entangle Kal-El against her and she smiled coyly, as she purred softly, "It is so darn cold. A personal heater was just what I needed."

Then she kissed him with lips that could have easily had been deadly with toxin if she wanted to kill him knowing that only one thing could weaken the brute enough to kill him. She had no intention of killing Superman though, or making him sick. Of course, she knew who he was and while he seemed rather immune to the cold, there was an opportunity to create a sort of symbiotic relationship until she had finished her mission and was out of this terrible piece of the world.

All she wanted was a bit of control, manipulating the specific pheromone levels to keep him calm first. A releaser pheromone to alter his behaviour with a powerful attractant knowing that it had a rapid response, but it degraded rather quickly. Eventually, the chemical manipulation went towards the sexual pheromone meant to anchor him to do her bidding with irresistible attraction.

It was her hopes that she was fast enough, he could try to fly away as fast as he could, but having touched the pod and her vines and limbs having entangled him. Superman would have probably had taken her along with him like a beautiful, fiery-haired leech.

[Superman]

Her brilliant red hair – like the fury of the burning sun was the first thing he saw when the cocooned peeled away at his command. He slowly gripped more of the leafy capsule, careful to be delicate as both hands now were working together to slowly pull the protective layer apart. Her radiant beauty was exotic and almost foreign despite her being a specimen of this planet. Even more so, the paleness of her cheeks was slowly growing more frigid as it became clearly evident that she was out of her element. There was some beauty in that as well, like a flower being frozen in time. He gingerly brought his hand close to her face wondering why the woman had strayed so far from home. Was it a death wish or was there an ulterior motive in her plans. The latter was always a tempting and more inclined rationale to take, but as he looked at her pathetic body lying in the snow he could only think otherwise.

Enhanced sensory kicked in and he ran his eyes up and down her body, looking for any superficial damage or internal wounds. The palpitations of her heart had dramatically decreased and Superman could see the chlorophyll that filled her veins begin to slow down to terrifying speeds as the cold began to catch onto her. He decided that whatever her motivations were – they would have to revisted another time, her life was hanging meekly on the line here and he decided to take initiative, he needed to return Poison Ivy to her intended environment.

Bending forward even more, he patiently waited for a response from the team and focused solely on the placid expression on Pamela’s face. It was his heavy focus and concentration that brought about the downfall of the man of steel. Without warning, and before his lightning fast reflexes could even respond, he felt the vines ensnare around his arms. They started at the wrists, his surprise enough of a falter to force him to be pulled closer toward Ivy. The vines began to creep up his rippling arms and even as he tried to pull and break away, more vines erupted from the pod acting like some sort of hydra as he was dragged closer and closer to the Queen of the Green.

His eyes began to glow, the red overtaking the entire sclera as he flexed the muscles in his biceps and prepared to muscle his way out of his new binds. The thorny green life forms were now armored around his waist and took up the entirety of his arms. Even with his strength he felt as if he had been bounded by pounds of steel that were continuing to squeeze the very life out of him. He looked down at Ivy through the glowing red vision that had collected on his face and suddenly realized they were open, her green irises staring back at him and coy smile on her face.

Kal-El found his face mere centimeters from her own and even at this close proximity he was unsure of unleashing his heat vision as a method of escape. Before he could put more thought into strategy, he suddenly felt her lips press against his own and in that moment his entire stature weakened. Reeled in by the sweet smell of her hair – like roses and the soft, plumpness of her lips, Kal-El could feel his body grow numb as it surrendered to her desire. Closing his eyes, he felt the heat escape from them and the normal visage of his expression returned as he looked down at Poison Ivy, his mind sluggish and battling out a series of rational thought as he tried to remind himself of Ivy’s criminal and merciless track record.

It was however futile as the chemicals within his body began to react and retaliate. First he felt his mind lose grip on any solid thoughts and then he could fell his body lovingly reaching down and picking up Pamela from the cold surface. He brought her close, wanting nothing more than the bathe her in his warmth and to protect the young, beautiful flower from the abrasive weather that loomed above them. His eyes had turned a beady black the sclera disappeared entirely as the viewing organ was consumed by jet black. He looked down at Ivy, no words escaping his lips as he stared at her rather dumbly and without much intention behind his gaze.

Slowly rising from the frozen ground, he maintained his grip on her, bringing her even closer to his broad chest and lifting into the air with here intent to return her to the place she called home.

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[POISON IVY]

It was not the touch of a man or masculine alien that would have made her shudder with delight. As Superman examined her while she feigned unconsciousness, it was his heat that attracted her especially being attacked and crash landed in the middle of an ice laden wasteland.

When her vines went about him, her body pressed fully flushed against him. Some might have found it rather provocative, but her only thoughts were of survival. She probably looked about as pathetic as how half frozen cabbage did, slightly wilted and forlorn, if vegetation could actually even 'look' forlorn. With the element of surprise, as well as the invisible manipulation of one's organic chemistry levels, Poison Ivy was almost relieved when her quick thinking actually paid off. There was concern as she saw his eyes go red as if he were going to burn through the bindings.

It must have surprised him to see her awake and that moment's hesitation had her out of her cocoon to embrace him for a kiss that could have been fatal or intoxicating. The last thoughts of the former were perhaps locked away in one's mind, but Poison Ivy never knew how exactly it was when she manipulated free will, or other functions with her abilities. She felt glee at her success, but his concern was not lost on her. When Superman picked her up in a warm embrace, a soft sigh of relief escaped and her body began to subside from the trembling as well as the prickles of frost bite.

A garbled memories of a life that had once been and lost was recalled as he held her so gently, almost lovingly as if she was the most precious object in the entire world. She listened to his heart beat as she was nestled against his chest, the vines wrapping about him to secure herself even with his arms about her holding her close as if they were about to parachute with a partner. It did not even bother her too much that he was completely under her control, a docile creature meant to keep her warm for the time being. He was also a means to get home safe and sound.

Acting almost human in such a cold environment, Poison Ivy whispered softly as she gently caressed Kal-El's cheek, "Thank you." To go home would have been ideal, but being here now, half frozen, miserable would have deemed this assignment a failure. Now with Superman to help her, how could she not try to infiltrate the base and collect the intel that was needed on the projects that were demanded to further their own nefarious plots.

Her one good deed of the day would be to have the super hero help her with this endeavor, and if all goes well, quite possibly allowing him to go...unharmed. As he lifted into the air, and thoughts of home had filtered into her mind, she changed it, urging him to her original destination knowing some how that with Superman there that the odds have begun to swing more heavily in her direction.

[Superman]

[style= text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px;] Something crawled under his skin as he held on tightly to the Queen of the Green. He could feel the creeping vines travel up his cervical and ensnare itself around his thick neck. He ignored the thorny vines that tightened upon his flesh, unable to hurt or even pierce him. He ignored the sound of the plants as they sprouted leafy greens and obscured his breathe and vision. Kal-El found himself focusing solely on one thing and one thing only: the presence of his cherished flower and the preservation of the young thing.

There were objective thoughts deep within his mind that would not break through the surface. His willpower was too weak at this point to find himself. All thoughts, any kind of sense that would have ever existed was long gone and he was enraptured by Poison Ivy. He was now completely obsessed with her and willing to do anything for her. The chemical composition in his body now modified he was at her every whim. And even if deep down inside he valiantly objected every other sensory in his body was far beyond his control.

They rose into the air and he could feel the significant change in temperature. Her body drew closer him and he pressed her tighter against his chest. Warmth radiated from his body and he could feel her own respond to the heat. The sound of turning vines and growing leaves remained in his ears and as they flew higher and higher into the air the strangled hold on him only grew stronger. The symbiotic relationship had been initiated and to ensure that there was no chance of objection, Ivy had sapped every ounce of sense from the man of steel.

The skies welcomed them, providing the same degree in temperature as the cold tundra beneath. Soon enough however the environments began to change and what was once an endless sea of snow was now the literal ocean and soon the land followed after. The travel from the Arctic and back to the continental United States took less than three minutes. The rapid change in temperatures was expressed by the movements of Ivy and the plants that were ensnared around his being. What was once a weak and pathetic hold was now strong, vivacious and the sound of the plants exhibited more life than they had in the Arctic.

The October air was not yet the most ideal weather for her plants, but it was an improvement from the frigid environment. They reacted, pleased and satisfied with Kal-El’s work and he mindlessly found happiness in the content of Poison Ivy.

Flying over the Midwest he was careful to not fly at a too high altitude so the young flower wouldn’t lose air. He also made sure to keep his hold on her, an unnecessary act as her vines did that job. His eyes had dulled out now, the sclera glossy and the expression on his face rather blank and daft looking as he continued to fly through the skies. He was barely aware of his actions, only aware of the urgency of the creature that held onto him. Gripping her closer, he began to slow down, flying over Chicago now and reaching the East coast in a considerable amount of time.

It was still early morning in this part of the world and the rising sun served as a beautiful backdrop as Kal-El began to descend. The ugly city known as Gotham clawed up at him with its grotesque skyscrapers and rundown buildings. He was completely unaware of his surroundings and his current state but something had urged him to come here and to rest gently the woman who clung to his neck. As he landed, he made sure to absorb most of impact into his muscles and bones and he could feel her hold begin to loosen on him.

The plants seemed to hiss and moan as they loosened their grip and began to pull away. They called out to him, whispering in his ear and caressing the skin on his face as he slid past and followed back to their Queen. Kal-El stood dumbly before her, his majestic chest puffed forward and his eyes looking at her, but completely through her. His expression was dumbfounded, almost stupid as he stared off into the distance his mind so lost and enraptured by the woman that he had no idea of what to do next.
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[POISON IVY]

The cold must have been twisting and fogging her mind as she once again considered her assignment but even Superman's heat had not been able to completely fend off a chill that caused her body to shudder almost painfully as she tried clench her jaw to prevent from making them chatter against each other. At the same time, she snuggled as deeply against the Man of Steel feeling as if her body would snap in half if another frosty chill set through her. Ivy immediately change Kal-El's mind instead of going to the secret base towards something a bit more suitable.

Gotham City got cold but not to the below freezing temperatures that Antarctica was known for. She also did not have an arsenal of heating lamps as well as her safe greenhouses that trapped warm, damp heat to preserve a majority of her children as well as herself. Her needs came first, and being here was a bit of a suicide mission and she was quickly growing tired of it. Having Superman there was more of a blessing than a curse as she coaxed him to take her home.

Any chance of him to try to mentally break through all that his chemistry screamed was right while there were still a few that tried to fight back, her lips gently brushed from earlobe down to his collar bone. Then she quickly placed her freezing face against his warm pulse as if she was a sort of vampire intent on sucking all of his heat to make it her own. As light and delicate as a child, she rested nestled her face against the crook of his neck and closed her eyes feel safe and in exchange the feeling of satisfaction and delight radiated out of her and through him.

While in the Antarctic, Poison Ivy felt as if the water in her body was frozen solid and a stiff wind could have snapper her in half. The cold made her lethargic as well. She felt like the first sprout underneath the warm soil while the wintery snow and ice covered the ground. In a state of hibernation, Pamela was weaker than she had ever felt before and was a bit more reserved due to feeling so vulnerable and weak. So when Kal-El had traveled out of the Arctic and back towards a warmer environment, her grip and breathing grew stronger and more definite.

Farther away from the cold had allowed her to wake up and in her happiness she caressed her guardian's neck with her nose once again tracing it down from ear to neck as if they were exchanging a lovers' moment. The 'thank you' resounded almost unvillainness-like in her gratefulness as she was now able to scrunch her toes while before she felt they might break off if she decided to give into such an action. As they finally arrived to a familiar setting, Poison Ivy almost sighed with relief, but then another thought made her wonder what she should now do with Kal-El now that she had him in her grasp.

If Pamela was anyone else, she would have probably felt bothered about using Superman in such a way or seeing that vacuous look that he was giving her. Neither bothered her for he had proven his usefulness, but now that she had him and she was back in Gotham City, what to do with the Man of Steel? It would be a waste to let him go so early and being ripped away from her presence might damage him a bit as well. She wondered if the Society would have some interest in him, but suddenly she felt a bit possessive as she looked up at Superman. Her children had protested from loosening their grip Superman at Ivy's command retracting obediently as the queen of the Green thought of her options.

Then with her veins, it suspended her and allowed her to stand as tall as Kal-El, meeting him eye to eye and then her slender finger tips touched his chin as she gently kissed him upon his lips, "What shall we do with you, dear heart?" She did not expect to hear a response and sighed softly. They needed to take cover until she could figure out what her next move was.

Poison Ivy headed to her 'secret' laboratory which was currently hidden in plain sight having claimed Giordano Botanical Gardens. First thing's first is to go into hiding and then next is to make contact with the Society. She could not have Batman interfering trying to take away her new toy. Then Pamela chuckled wondering if Batman would be jealous in his own little way.