Karen Gillan as Poison Ivy (Arkham Knight)
The old greenhouse's steel frame shuttered with every clap of thunder that rolled across the skies of Gotham. Rain seeps through fractures in the glass ceiling high above, quenching the thirst of many of the withering plants that have neglected since their caretaker's departure several weeks back. Then, as if all of their prayers had been answered at once, they felt her presence. They couldn't see her of course, but they knew she was coming. The door creaked open. She had come back. Her fingers unfastened the buttons of the wet crimson shirt, letting it slip from her shoulders and onto the floor. There was nothing to cover her exposed body from prying eyes, but she knew with absolute certainty that no one else was around. She began to tread silently through the unruly conservatory, reveling in the touch of the rich brown soil upon her soles, reforging her connection to the greenery surrounding her with every step . In return, the plants themselves began to f
