Mother Nature. It was usually a term reserved for a diety... a god of Earth, watching over it's most precious and stunning atmospheric achievements. But deep within the confines of Gotham City's long forgotten Botanical Gardens Greenhouse Labratories... there was another woman, that felt she was far more deserving of the title.
Pamela Isely held out her hand, calmly... gently, as if expecting a kiss upon it. Instead, an exotic vine extended itself to her, and nutured itself around her wrist. Pamela smiled, warmly, like a mother watching her young child joyfully play in the basking sunshine. In many ways, she saw little difference.
"My babies,", She breathed, gently snuggling the lively plant to her cheek.
"Momma regrets ever leaving you. But it will never happen again... I promise you that."
Gently outstretching her hand, Pamela let the vine unwrap itself, and return to the railing across the greenhouse, before turning to the rest of the assembled plants that surrounded her. They seemed to listen to her every word, and react to her every whim, as if an army amassed for her leadership. In many ways, it truly was an extraordinary sight... if not tainted by Pamela's increasing homidical tendencies.
"It was a man that broke us apart, my children... and it shall be mankind that falls!", She announced, her calm and nurturing demeanor replaced by one of firey passion, hiding an unsound rage that would surely tear apart anyone who stood in her way.
"Soon, all of Gotham City will become your greenhouse... and I, it's queen, as we make the city fall to the age of a new paradise!"
"Oh, come on. We're not all that bad."
Poison Ivy turned, both startled and enraged, as the cheerful voice's origin in The Joker stood in the farthest corner, smelling one of the roses in that area. He turned, cheerfully, throwing the rose behind him and back into it's patch, before strolling up to her, fearlessly.
"Loved the speech, though. You give homicidal screwball dames everywhere a good name!", The Joker cackled.
Ivy smirked, a little, as if appreciating the joke. Then, turning over, she eyed one of her thorned venus flytraps, as it sat in the corner, quietly hissing at the intruder since his arrival.
"Venus? Be a dear, and rip this gentlemen's eyes out for me."
The Joker seemed only amused, as the plant sprung to life, and snapped it's jaws shut in a threat. Physically yawning to himself, to tempt it, The Joker watched as the plant dived forth, past Poison Ivy, heading straight for him, ready to comply with the request. The Joker looked at his watch, as it inched ever closer to him, before finally grabbing the lapel of his jacket, and squeezing. The flower on his jacket oozed a stream of green liquid, dousing the plant in a thick layer of it. The plant seemed to scream, as it began melting into a puddle, startling Ivy as she looked upon it's decreasing remains with fright. The Joker, on the other hand, only chuckled at her concern.
"Y'see, I like plants too, Ivsey...", The Joker began, pointing to his jacket lapel.
"But, you could say it doesn't like yours! HAHAHAHA!"
"NO!", Pamela screamed, as the flytrap finally stopped moving, dead.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! MONSTER! HEATHEN!"
"Hmph. I've heard better compliments than that. You're not even trying!", The Joker responded, with a glee.
"Oh, wait. You weren't done? Then by all means, continue!"
"I'LL KILL YOU!", Pamela screamed back, enraged, as several of her plants seemed to move with her emotions, ready to attack the madman.
"No man commits the murder of perfection and gets away with it!"
"At a girl! That's the spirit!", The Joker exclaimed.
"And here, I was thinking you didn't love me anymore!"
The Joker turned, grabbing his lapel and aiming it at a nearby bush of lillies.
"Oh, and by the way, Pammy... I wouldn't do what you and the weeds are thinking about doing. Lest you want to see the carnations go the way of the overgrown tulip!"
Poison Ivy paused, as did the surrounding attack plants seemed to do so aswell, before retracting upon her will. She seemed to genuinely care whether or not The Joker sprayed the acid at the lillies, as she helplessly looked upon him with dread.
"Please... I beg you..."
"Riiight. Like that's gotten anywhere with me before...", The Joker howled, before turning back to her.
"I'll make ya a deal, Ives. Listen to what I have to say, and the plans me and the boys have for dear old Gotham, and I won't harm a petal on their little heads."
"Me? Work with men?! NEVER!", Ivy responded, offended by the very notion, before commanding some vines behind The Joker to ensnare him.
The Joker didn't even struggle, as the plants violently rose him into the air. Instead, he simply laughed to himself, shaking his head. Ivy looked up at him, both angry and rightfully confused.
"HAHAHA! Lady, you're a riot! I'm really going to enjoy working with you!", The maniac exclaimed, looking down, back at her.
"Oh, by the way. Have you met my friend? He's a little on the cold side..."
Suddenly, the other side of the greenhouse bursted open with a chilling air, as Ivy turned, eyes widened, watching as Mr. Freeze stepped into the greenhouse, his cannon aimed directly at her. It whurrled, loudly, as Freeze coldly stared her down with a chilling scowl.
"...But you can't tell me he doesn't know how to make an entrance!"
"Our mutual associate is to be freed, Ms. Isely...", He bitterly stated, before aiming his cannon at the plants surrounding him.
"Or I shall waste little time in turning the entire complex into their frozen tomb."
Ivy stared back at him, almost as coldly as he did her. But after a moment's consideration, Ivy looked back, and willed the plants to set The Joker down. Brushing off his jacket sleeves, The Joker strolled up, and threw his arm around her shoulders.
"Now that we understand eachother... Let's bring down the house!"
Pamela looked over at him, shocked.
"WHAT?!"
"Oops. Heh. I meant the city, Pam. The city. Honest..."
