Poison Ivy once posed a colossal threat to me. I, the dark knight, faced the merciless wrath of a giant Ivy on more than one occasion, a long fight all about the sanctity of a rare plant that produced an incredible chemical capable of manipulating the size of a human being. On more than one occasion, I found myself fighting from the palm of my environmental nemesis, and at one point, I was even an entire fraction of a mere fraction of an inch, a mere spot on the otherwise perfectly smooth skin of Poison Ivy. I thought that I would face my inevitable doom on that night.
But in the end, the dark knight triumphed once again.
I managed to survive the night. I promised myself that I would never take Ivy likely ever again, I realized the true potential of her imposing threats. Even to this day, I was haunted by the events that took place that night, a fear that I struggled to ignore. Nolan Black, the owner of the Botanical Gardens in Gotham North, the man responsible for bringing the rare plants into the city in the first place, closed down his scientific operations after learning the error of his ways, and resumed taking care of his gardens, and although most of the plants were depleted during the course of that fateful night, the remaining plants were shipped out of the country, while the capsules that contained the substance, created by Ivy before her encounter with me, were stored within the security wing of Wayne Enterprises, hidden from the general public.
As for Poison Ivy however, she was taken back to custody, and returned to Arkham Asylum, but not the same size as she left. Escape seemed unlikely for her, an impossible task from her new point of view. Her diminished size proved to be an advantage for security. She was locked in a new special cell, sharing similar qualities to an extended hamster cage, left to rot in the misery of her own failure. From that day on, Ivy swore that she would exact her revenge on the dark knight.
Two months passed since this encounter, and within those two months, Ivy was unable to settle down with her new size. Ashamed that she had become a mere pet for security, all she could do was cry to herself and cringe at the thought of her defeat in the hands of her adversary. During one fateful night however, the hope of vengeance suddenly became more realistic.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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