MadImpetuousThing97

  A requested image from a user. Nothing too complex and no story to go with it, just Miss Fielding sporting Ivy's "classic" attire. Janet Fielding as Poison Ivy on DeviantArt  

    At the edge of South Gotham, well-hidden by a lush thicket of emerald, lays the crumbling ruins of a Colonial-era fortress which once dominated the space now known as Robinson Park. Most of the elaborate stone constructs have busted to bits, and the roof vanished long ago, but even in it's current state beyond the point of repair there's still someone that calls it home. Where the black leather boots of colonists and minutemen previously marched now treads a single set of bare feet, whose soles are stained by the browns and greens of nature itself. Muskets hanging from rifle racks no longer adorn what remains of the broken walls, replaced by creeping vines slithering from between the smallest of fractures in the cobblestone. The furnishings of the old barracks were taken away generations ago, but the latest group of residents don't seem to mind, dreaming without a care or complaint in large pods of amber firmly rooted in the Earth. Right now, they're c...

  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...

  Escaping from Arkham Asylum had proven to be a difficult task, but not an impossible one. Several long years of planning and patiently biding her time had paid off at last, and Poison Ivy was once again unleashed upon the streets of Gotham. The city had changed so much since the dawn of this new millennium, which made navigating through the dark alleys a bit challenging, but eventually she found the way to her destination. In her absence, the Turkish Bath House that she once called her own little Eden had become a gloomy dungeon full of nothing but destroyed laboratory equipment and dead plants. There was no doubt it had been raided by Batman or the GCPD, but Pamela still had hope that she could salvage something from the destruction. She began to rummage through cabinets and table draws, looking for anything that might have been overlooked by the law. Suddenly, while blindly reaching into a cabinet overhead, she felt something. The little plastic bag was just abou...