The mysterious wreckage of an armored truck displayed all the traces of only one person in all of Gotham city, the deadly Poison Ivy. The truck contained a certain species of plants, new to the country, with strange qualities. I investigated the crime scene where I detected a familiar pheromone in the atmosphere surrounding the area. I followed the trace, and I managed to track Ivy to her latest hideout; a small, abandoned cottage, on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by lush woodlands.
When I arrived at the scene, everything was quiet. Too quiet. Ivy's scent was detectable, almost too easy to detect. Something was up. I knew that I was walking into a trap, I just had no idea what I was bringing myself into.
Before making my move, I contacted the police, prepared to capture the criminal before her crimes grow out of my control. The police would arrive at the scene in about an hour. This meant that I had only one hour to subdue Ivy before they could take offensive action. I had no time to spare.
I entered the cottage and, to my surprise, the interior was completely restored. It was a little dream cottage out in the countryside, rich in forestation. Then I detected the presence of my target, lurking in the kitchen. I entered the kitchen, prepared for anything, until there she was, hands behind her back, approaching me with an innocent smile on her deformed lips. Surrounded by shelves loaded with piles of dust and plant pots, I didn't like it one bit.
"Why Batman," she politely remarked, "What a pleasant surprise!"
There was reason to suspect her intentions. I saw through her innocent facade and inquired about her latest plot.
With a smirk, she revealed the reason for her actions. The plants she stole were from an endangered species, very few remained on the entire planet. They contained powerful qualities. The pheromones they produced were capable of size manipulation, capable of both increasing and reducing the size of any living creature, including humans. Skeptical, I was not convinced that such power could exist, but I knew that I had to keep my guard up, no matter what.
Before I could take any further action however, Ivy suddenly made her move. She swiped her hands forward, revealing some sort of powder in her palms, and blew the powder into my face. I realized that this was no ordinary powder, and immediately, during a brief moment of confusion, I forced Ivy to relinquish her hands. She stepped back, pressing her back against the wall, relishing her accomplishment. For a moment, I was stunned, my vision was momentarily impaired. Besides the arrogant laughter of my adversary, all I could hear was a loud ringing sound in my ears. I could even feel my muscles twitching at the stress that I was enduring. I felt faint and disorientated. All I could do was hold my fists up, prepared for a possible fight with Ivy, and shake the pain off. However, this was not what happened.
When I regained my senses, I realized that something remarkable had happened.
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