This Time, It's Personal

[Son Of the Bat]

Damian Wayne

Son of the Bat, the current (better than Drake) Robin

In the middle of trying to talk to Batman, Robin was distracted by that annoying harlot's voice. He turned looking to her. He frowned.

"TT. Of all the scum I get stuck with someone who can't even take themselves serious. Why couldn't you have been Dent? Stand down freak-show. Or I promise, you'll live to regret it."

The ten year old boy wonder threatened. He obviously wasn't as patient as Batman nor was he a goof like Nightwing. He was all business and quite frankly that clown and Harley really did annoy him.


 

[A Little Drop of Poison]

Gotham Two-Face

I didn't want to post this, but because I think everyone is anxious to move on, I was wondering if you could respond? Ivy's kind of stuck without a response from the goons, and with Ivy stuck, no one else can really move on. Sorry for bothering you!

 

[Mighty Ranger Red]

A Little Drop of Poison

Gotham Two-Face

I didn't want to post this, but because I think everyone is anxious to move on, I was wondering if you could respond? Ivy's kind of stuck without a response from the goons, and with Ivy stuck, no one else can really move on. Sorry for bothering you!

Sorry about that, will do  

[Mighty Ranger Red]

A Little Drop of Poison

More vines escaped through the polished tiled floor to protect her, taking on the mannerism of a shield, not one bullet pierced Ivy's skin, but that couldn't be said for the vines. They were all going to pay. "Never before in my life have I seen such inadequate men. Where did Harvey find you all? Blackgate? Arkham? Did he stage a break out, promising you all half? You're all pathetic excuses for human life, and unlike you all, I can adapt." Ivy spoke with a venomous smile. The overgrowth that populated the room did exactly what Ivy said, they adapted, and grew thorn like appendages. They began to lash out at the men, blooding them up, and tossing them about the room. The area had basically become a war zone, where the opposing fractions were Harvey's men and Ivy's plants. As for the pheromones that had previously been released, they had began thicken, and started to hang over the room like a slowly descending cloud.

Harvey's men began to fly across the room and others began to shoot through the vines. Many of the bullets penetrated Ivy's vines and watched as the vines fell apart or slid around them and immediately appearing behind them and wrapping themselves around them and snapping their spines. A phone fell out of one of the guy's pockets as it left a voicemail on Harvey Dents phone. The voicemail picked up the devastating situation, the sound of bullets and people yelling out. It also picked up Ivy's voice, and this was not good for her.  

[A Little Drop of Poison]

As the last goon fell, so did her cloud of toxicity, and the whole bank was coated in her pheromones. Her heels clicked across the marble floors, the sound echoing off the walls, as the bank fell into utter silence. As she walked across the bank, she noticed a cell phone laying on the floor, adjacent to a deceased goon. She picked it up, and quickly dialed the last number that was called. When a gruff voice picked up on the other end, her crimson lips pulled up into a smile. "Do you want to come join what will make my flowers grow, Mr. Dent?" Ivy asked into the receiver, when he began to answer, she quickly hung up the phone, and tossed it towards the back of the bank. She began to make her way over to the safe. The fruits of her labor had begun to bloom, and all that was missing now was the man of the hour.