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"Oh really? And would you have felt the need to justify an all male squad for a given mission?"
girl's intuition.
yo !!!
this here's an independent, non-selective batgirl(barbara gordon) acc from the DCU(portrayal heavily based off the arkham game series)
please reply here !!!!
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dead man walking. sorry for the late starter !
Reaper had no idea where he was and, honestly, he didn't really care. It was perfect for what he needed to do. This city was a cesspool of crime and murder, just what he needed at this precise moment. Consuming souls was what he did now. This was his curse. He made the best of it- that was all he could do. The wraith easily moved through the riots in the city, slithering between the groups of thugs fighting. Needless to say, he wasn't very impressed. Their skill was lacking. He forced the former military man in his head to stay quiet. He didn't care what humanity was up to. He needed to feed, then find his way back to where he was from.
He breathed in slowly as he crouched over the bodies of several of the men he'd slain in his last fight, heaving a sigh. "You're staring," he drawled, lifting his shotguns to aim at her. "Be still. I'll make this quick."
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[ word had gone out that there was an unknown entity who had arrived in gotham not long ago, and had already slain a notable amount of people. reports described him as if a ghost, a black wraith amongst humans; it wasn't the strangest thing in the city. but it was one of the more unnerving ones, really. barbara was the first to volunteer to take the case, and while batman had initially been wary, he allowed it; she was more than smart and careful enough. so she trailed this being, not yet engaging but observing. the girl needed information on this; and so far, what she saw intrigued her. he literally fed on souls it looked like; bore two shotguns which he seemed to reform after draining them of their ammunition. moving through fights like nothing, the stench of death very much present wherever his path took her following eyes. ]
[ shit. one minor slip, and now he knew she was here; aiming his supernatural esque weaponry at her. his voice, to her, sounded relatively intimidating; but she'd fought things like him before. ]
"Yeah, about that. I'm fidgety."
[ a quick one-liner, followed by two batarangs towards each of his hands in an attempt to disorient his gun. at the same time she dropped smoke to cloud the area around them, using the lack of visibility to her advantage. if he wanted to fight, he'd damn well get one. ]
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( Hands pushed into her pockets- head peering around as she exhaled a soft breath )
( A brow perched in question as she paused- lingering in an awkward stance )
( A soft whine passed her parted lips as her hazel hues danced around the area- landing upon the individual )"..-Uh..!"
"Excuse me- hey..! --"
"Do you have a minute.. or two? -I'm really lost."
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( ok so i got this idea like .2 seconds ago but WHAT IF
babs ended up going back in time or some shit
and met ivy ~before~ she turned into poison ivy )
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girl's intuition.
o mg....thatd be rad as fuck ngl
we should totally do that o mg...
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ooc. YES ok ok how to start this off......
Unbeknownst to much of the population of Gotham, once upon a time, most of the resident villains that terrorized today were... normal. A prime example of this was Poison Ivy, who, due to unfortunate circumstances, had morphed into the being she is today. Much in line with the same ones who had organized Task Force X, there was a new project: project Janus. This particular plan was to utilize recent advances in time technology in order to study and observe villains' past selves, hopefully providing more information.
The almost natural volunteer for this would be a hero - and, in all her selfless nature, of course ut'd be Barbara Gordon. It was only coincidence that the first subject was Poison Ivy, a precursor to delving into more complicated scenarios. The only warning the scientists gave before sending her to a University campus in Seattle was to not get excessively attached, and to keep in mind who Ivy would end up becoming.
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[ when barbara had been informed there had been an organized, classified project nicknamed "Janus" that involved the concept of time travel and using it to study the villains and who they were before the fall, she almost didn't believe it. time travel wasn't supposed to be a thing for such a long time; yet here it was, right at her fingertips; and she could use it to do good. the girl volunteered almost immediately, after a bit of placation of batman and his concerns. they'd already taken care of any possible obstacles; they'd registered her to the university, and certain programs; made sure her dorm was with one ms.pamela isley, and provided her with any and all documents that would be needed. upon being warned, she said she'd be fine; but she knew that it would be easier said than done. barbara was already on alright terms with ivy in the present; without the villainous tendencies, would that good relation only become stronger? a lot of questions ran through her mind as she went in, electricity jolting about, touching her body constantly. ]
[ one moment, she was in gotham; entering an experimental device that nobody knew would actually work. the next, she was in the seattle, on the other side of the nation, within the University that Ivy would be attending. she didn't look too out of the ordinary; normal, civilian clothing instead of a batsuit. a young university student, as anyone else. inhaling a little due to a nervous internal feeling, she composed herself to refrain from giddiness; she'd just traveled in time. the first to do so, in, well, ever without special powers. barbara had her cover story; young woman, originally born in gotham but who moved to seattle at age 16 to fully study for university. simple, believable with her documents, nothing to attract attention. she made her way to where her dorm would be located. where, presumably, ivy would be; knocking on the door. god, i wish they'd given me a key. ]
girl's intuition.
is barbara gonna heck up and get too attached and probably kiss ivy eventually?
u bet ur ass she is
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ooc. in this weeks episode of: the Gays heck up really bad
( the present poison ivy had no idea about this new endeavour that, very heavily, involved her. the only shape or form that it'd effect her was from creating new memories if there was a lot of interaction, and the crucial thing was to not change the pinnacle event that caused the turning point into her transformation. in short: don't mess with her interactions with her professor, and don't get attached and stop the experiment that causes her to morph. it shouldn't have been that hard, but the scientists also had no idea about Barbara's already good terms with the present incarnation of ivy. )
( years in the past, and ivy looked normal. no, not ivy - medical and botanic student pamela lillian isley. prodigy in her subjects and near genius, her skin was a healthy peach and her lips were the normal flushed red color they should have been. her eyes, however, were still that piercing green - stark, intense green. she was still, even then, inhumanly attractive. that wasn't completely obvious to her now, though, as she opened the door, dulcet voice nearly almost immediately meeting barbara's ears. )
is that - oh. um, i wasn't expecting - christ, come in, darling. i didn't know when you'd get here.
( her voice was quiet, and she turned, quickly gathering up strewn papers everywhere and stacks of books. freckles were splayed across her nose and cheeks against pale skin and the initial impression was a woman who was rather shy, and most of all, human. )
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[ barbara knew that she couldn't change a few key events; namely involving a, in her opinion, disgusting professor. the experiments. the downright torture. she could stop it, before it happened; but she knew doing that would change everything, for everyone. would it be for the better, or would things be so much worse without the true ivy? barbara didn't know. barbara was scared to know. for now, she'd observe and interact; any key hobbies that would carry over, key relations; anything. everything. everything can and would be used as data, to perhaps either get an edge over the present villain; or even convince to abandon villainous tendencies. for now though; she'd be the scout of these operations. ]
[ her heart seemed to speed up momentarily; oh, god damnit. ivy, or pamela in this case, was just as beautiful here. unnaturally so; blessed with some of the best appearance genetics, apparently. made her a little jealous of course, but she'd taken every measure to not end up fawning over it; and her voice sounded....so sweet. shy. it was adorable, to say it as an understatement. so much different from the sultry, confident stature she'd heard and seen whilst dodging lethal toxins and vines. seeing in the background, she was quite the intelligent woman; all the books, the papers; she must've excelled in her field. it broke her heart a little, really; seeing such a bright, shy young woman....knowing it'd all be stolen right out from under her by some asshole with an evil, self-consuming drive to be in the know, ethics be damned. ]
it's alright!
yeah it's. been a weird day, it's all good.
[ barbara, bag slung on her shoulder, walked into the dorm room, door shutting behind her. seemed nice enough; aside from the papers and books being cleaned, the entire room was well taken care of. thank god; she'd seen how a lot of dorm rooms could get. and she preferred a cleaner living space; so to get that with pamela was a blessing, to say the least. ]
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( a breathless chuckle left the red head as she set down the stack of books and papers on a desk near her bed on her side of the room, clear in how there was a small moon cactus on the windowsill and a framed picture of herself and two others sat on the desk. presumably her family, with her mother sharing the same green eyes and freckles and her father sporting short tuffs of vibrant red hair. all of them were smiling. so normal. ivy had never mentioned anything about her family, nor showed any indication she even cared about them, with no photos in sight in her apartment. )
you're from gotham, right? does it take long to fly in from there? i've never visited.
( pamela reached up, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear in habit. the rest of her long locks were pushed back by a green pair of glasses resting on top of her head. blinking, the woman held a hand out hastily. god, why'd her dorm mate have to be so pretty? it was just her luck. )
i'm getting ahead of myself. pamela isley - majoring in environmental sciences and botany to get a bachelor of science. in dr. woodrue's class.
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[ barbara shook her hand, a little amused at the haste she was going with; shy, but could certainly be energetic. her eyes did catch a glimpse of the photo; parents, probably. ivy had no such things in the present; did she lump them in with the rest of humanity in her misanthropic tendencies? a lot of questions, coming from something as simple as a family photo. thank god the people behind this project were able to make sure they even shared classes; and, from her interactions with the present ivy, she did know quite abit about botany and environmental sciences herself. the perks of befriending a villain. this was gonna be a long trip, if anything kept up. ]
aw, it's ok.
barbara gordon.
hey! we share a class; that's nice.
[ she could use her real name; at this point in time, barbara and gordon were both relatively common for first and last names. nobody would really question it. she'd have to stifle any bubbling rage at the mention of him. seeing his face a lot, nobody could blame her if she eventually lashed out; especially at the inevitable manipulation tactics he would use on pamela. ]
the flight- oh, god there's too many layovers.
it's kind of a rough city honestly; can't exactly knock my home too much though.
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( the anxious pace pamela was hurling herself at finally seemed to calm, as any and all energy she was expelling before in her nervous tittering ceased and she took a breather. finally, a seemingly professional and friendly demeanor made itself known as she smiled faintly at her new dorm mate. raising an eyebrow, there was a relieved sigh as she looked at the stack of studying material she had. )
well, barbara, at least if we have any questions, we can ask each other, huh?
you wouldn't mind tagging along as my lab partner sometime, would you? no one i know is majoring in the same area as me.
( a bashful smile; it was hard to get lab partners when you were fairly quiet and didn't take interest in social circles and parties all that easily. so far, this girl seemed to be perfectly fine and friendly - and beautiful. but she wasn't going to voice that, obviously. )
yeah, i heard the crime rate is pretty... up there. that sucks.
( her statement was ironic, considering she'd become a part of the legion that was the crime force in gotham city. )
if you're not too tired, you can come with me to get coffee. i could use a picker-upper, i've been studying for hours.
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[if you only knew. a simple, yet telling thought, running through her mind at pamela's remark about gotham's crime rate. so. it's always been high. a good thing to know, but an unfortunate fact; maybe batman was more needed than anyone realized if that were the case. barbara seemed to smile at the mention of heading for coffee; the trip here had eviscerated her internal clock, the unique signature breaking through the fabric and underlay of time to traverse backwards throwing it completely out of whack. she'd gone through hundreds of different events at a time to get here; so a little caffeine could work out just as well to put it back in place. at least, till she had to come back. ]
oh, god i need some caffeine.
been tired all day honestly.
[ to barbara, it was so strange to see someone who she's used to fighting...be so sweet. and, apparently, shy if her initial introduction was anything to go by. but it was nice; with the added bonus of her being equally as beautiful and attractive as she was when embodying nature's wrath. it was refreshing, if anything though; she....wanted. desperately, to stop what she knew what would happen. she knew the consequences of if she did, but consequence be damned; at the least she'd be there for her, maybe even stop a villainous downfall. ]
and, sure! i mean, it'd probably make a lot of things easier.
[ and totally not because you're already kind of crushing. you and your gay ass, barbara. ]
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sounds good, darling. i can point things out to you on campus on the way.
( with that, she exits through the dorm room door, only pausing to throw a small envelope holding barbara's own key to her before traipsing down the hallway. outside, the summer sun was still beating down on seattle, most students clad in shorts and t shirts or dresses. fall hadn't quite kicked in for the weather, at the very least. pamela gazed around, mostly intrigued by the gardens and the numerous flowers sprouting from them. a soft hum emitted from her lips. )
so, that's the main building over there. the science and technology building is on the other side of the campus, but there are underground tunnels connecting everything.
you know, for bad weather, instead of making everyone go out in the rain.
( she began to point things out, as it was sort of her duty - and a polite gesture. she didn't have anything to do anyways. )
there's a coffee shop right across from campus - i usually go there, mostly because they have really good soy lattes.
( when ur....... VAGATARIAN )
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[ underground tunnels. it'd be a place where not many would be, especially during this time of year where the weather was temporarily mostly stable. i'll have to wiretap parts of it. she caught her own thought; lord, barbara had picked up some of bruce's thinking habits; plotting for every scenario. the life of a bat, one would suppose. hearing pamela point things out, so politely, yet with a kind of enthusiasm underlaying it. it made her feel comfortable really, a familiarity without the dangers. at least, for now, feeling affection at how she seemed mesmerized in a manner by the varying plant life and gardens present about the campus. her mind perked at the mention of the soy latte- another thing that was unchanged then? seemed she was, at the very least vegetarian even before everything went belly up. every detail, however small, was noted mentally; she had to do that really. ]
soy?
vegan, i'm guessing?
[ personally, barbara didn't care too much what food group the meal came from. if it was edible and tasted alright to her, she'd probably eat it; a good thing she picked up the intensive training/workout habits as a result. while she listened, she still felt herself unable to help but feel a gentle form of attraction; god, damnit she was beautiful. and bright. two qualities that barbara often seemed drawn to in someone. for a moment, in her head, she forgot that pam was a future villain; that she was one of the heroes who foiled her. for a moment, even if only one, she really felt like just a university student with another student, forming a decent relationship. god she wished it was more than a moment. ]
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Isla hummed as she walked down the streets of Gotham. She wasn't used to being in such a large city, let alone by herself. Camera in her hands, she occasionally stopped to take a picture. Distracted by the scenery before her, she grunted as she bumped into someone. "Ah, so sorry!" she said.
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ooc. here is ur Gay Ass starter my dude
( it was a late saturday night, and damn if ivy wasn't pulling all her strings for a favor. it had definitely taken a while, but the vixen had managed to track down exactly who she was looking for in a local bar: barbara gordon. pamela wasn't much of a drinker, but that didn't matter. she didn't need liquid courage for the grand seduction she was about to pull off on the heroine. )
( for the moment, the red head was efficiently distracted, reading over something in a booth. sauntering up to her, the villainess slid in next to her, legs brushing against hers as she leaned in close, voice dulcet and enticing. were pheromones even truly necessary for this one? )
good evening, darling. aren't you looking ravishing?
( lips close to her ear, a charming smile was the cherry on top. ivy knew she was attractive, and often used it to her advantage. of course, a heroine like the future oracle would need some convincing, but it wasn't anything that pamela couldn't pull off. )
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[ barbara had a relatively stressed week; of course it was. cobblepot had become especially active in black market sellings, and while bruce had worked on tracking most of the shipments, he couldn't be everywhere at once. so she had to don the suit and head out, knocking out entire warehouses of thugs left and right. fun of course, to let herself loose a little and kick ass, but god if it wasn't exhausting. now she was out of the classic armored suit, at a bar, light drinking on the menu tonight for her body. barbara didn't drink much at all; a lightweight, mostly from her father's influence. but a drink every now and then wasn't gonna kill anyone, especially if it helped her unwind. though her mind, initially lost in thought and translation, was redirected in focus upon feeling a brush of her leg. ]
[ her breath seemed to hitch at the voice, immediately recognizing it, and yet she couldn't help but feel her face turn red extremely fast. ivy? what in all hell was she doing out here? barbara cleared her throat, attempting to speak. but of course, damn her affinity for other women. ]
i-oh uh- hi. oh god.
[ it didn't take a genius to figure out she was quite clearly affected by the flirtatious advance. ]
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( smile only widening, immense satisfaction rushed through the vixen at the sudden crimson overtaking Barbara's facial features. oh, how her influence played out in her words and expression. she was flustered, nearly melting in the spot. just what she needed. but it needed a little more - certainly, the heroine wasn't completely at the mercy of her charms just yet. an arm slid behind her casually, the close proximity barely entering her mind. )
oh, look at you. that's adorable. hello, sweetpea. what brings you to this part of the city?
there aren't many women as radiant as you walking around for sure. i would know - i tend to look for them.
( an offhanded wink was thrown her way, pheromones leaking into the air for good measure. )
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[ barbara could smell a difference in the air's scents. oh lord, ivy's pheromones. she wasn't exactly the strongest willed when it came to resisting these things; normally on her suit she carried a small breathalyzer to filter out the properties and keep the air safe to breathe, but she wasn't exactly in her batsuit at this moment. her face was dashed pink, heart pace speeding up somewhat as part of the response to the new air around her. oh, god why did ivy have to be one of the gorgeous ones. ]
aha uh- just um. a night out for relaxation i g-guess?
i'm. flattered. oh gosh.
[ barbara, of course, certainly wasn't exactly ugly to say the least. she knew this by how both men and women alike flirted with her every now and then; usually she was fine and just laughed it off. but oh god, this was poison ivy. she didn't keep it too much a secret, usually mostly to her partners and friends in crime fighting, that she found her incredibly attractive. even making a comment once or twice during a fight, usually drawing a different reaction depending on who it was. but oh sweet lord she hadn't imagined being flirted with by her. ]
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( oh, now ivy felt just plain bad. the woman was infatuated with her, the thought being proven more and more as barbara flushed and spoke in stutters and nervous laughter. nimble fingers reached up, tucking strands of hair behind her ear, flirtatiousness and a relaxed aura coming off of her in waves. this was always so fun - why dampen the mood with her inquiry just yet? she waved someone over for two glasses of... something. alcohol. she suspected it was liquor. she slid a glass to the heroine. )
time to relax, then, darling, you're pretty uptight right now.
what? not used to seeing gotham's femme fatale on a night out? i have my nights, too, barbara.
( the vixen had been told of heroes making comments about her beauty, and in all honesty, the bat family was attractive in general. well, from what you could see. the cowls did a good job of hiding identities, and consequently, most of their features - aside from superb body shape and muscle mass. gaea. the red head, however, had revealed her identity. and she was beautiful, in that intelligent looking way. )
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[ barbara's own body wasn't exactly of a pushover either. the rigorous training provided by bruce had created a strong fighter out of her. a toned body was present to prove it, alongside the fact she could probably lift a few heavy blocks of cement with no problem. she figured that was part of the reason for some flirting attempts; but, regardless of ivy's reasoning, her reaction was definitely quite noticeable compared to others. attempting to regain her composure, with emphasis on attempting, she cleared her throat in an attempt to at least partially remedy the flustered stutter. ]
well. um. not exactly used to her flirting with me more like.
[ barbara had the itching suspicion ivy needed something. usually when one kissed up to someone, from what she witnessed, it was for an ulterior motive; why would this encounter be any different? although, she did appreciate the flirting regardless. it felt nice. ]
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( to face the facts, much of gotham's top villains and heroes basically had the body of a model for the most part. take, for example, batman and superman in contrast to harley and ivy. impeccable. attractive. yet, what they shared the most was how dangerous they all were. the red head stretched, arms moving upwards and the hem of her sweater moving just enough to expose a sliver of skin of her stomach, a hint of a green vine tattoo against peachy skin. well played, pam. )
the question is, is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
maybe you should start getting used to it. you've been hiding so many good things under that cowl, darling.
( ivy didn't flirt casually. there was purpose. if she liked that person, she'd take them - if not, she'd probably make a good brainwashed henchman out of them. in this case, what she needed was a simple "yes" or "no", but going out was nice. normal. she needed someone to do things like this with. )
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[ her breath seemed to hitch for a moment; oh, god why did ivy have to be this hot. it was quite clear barbara was very much attracted; much of it of her own will, with the pheromones in the air simply amplifying the existing attractions and desires. it was clear to her she needed something from her at this point; of course she did. but oh god was this practically hell on her. she adjusted the collar of her shirt as part of the composition attempts, her face still crimson in shade from the blood flowing quick to it. she couldn't help but stare momentarily, snapping her view away in an attempt to seem casual. barbara, you couldn't be casual when you were this attracted to someone. ]
i'm. guessing you need something.
at least that's the vibes i'm getting.
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( god, poison ivy had barbara gordon as putty in her hands and it was wonderful. brought back that sense of power and self confidence as she relaxed against the seat of the booth, arm draped around the other woman. )
need something from you? always.
( a suggestive smirk passed over her lips before she seemed to grow a little more serious, her nails drumming on the table with a hum. )
you're good at hacking. i need you to patch my phone into the joker's database, darling. please?
( she tilted her head with a pleading expression, with a side of bedroom eyes for an extra touch. surely, seduction and persuasion really was an art, especially if you wanted to succeed. )
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[ when it came to something that involved possibly hurting the joker in any way, barbara was right on board. she never forgave the bastard for what he did to jason; scratch that, she only hated him ten times more after the fact. anything that was a detriment to the clown prince was something good in her book. although she couldn't help but inquire as to why. she didn't need convincing when it came to hurting him; but the seduction was still fairly nice. ]
oh. uh, sure.
could i ask why though?
[ she was fully prepared for a dodged question. that's how these things tended to play out. ]
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( ivy nodded, seemingly satisfied with the positive answer. joker was the most disgusting piece of trash in her book, and half of gotham's villains were affiliated with him. harley, too, was off limits when it came to her "puddin'", but when a half-dead harley showed up at her door the other night, it was a step too far. a hero was needed to help, and ivy wasn't about to use a bat signal. )
he almost killed her the other night. i have the intentions of ending his little parade as king.
( it was answered directly. there was nothing to hide here, try both hated him. ivy was just doing what she believed was best. )
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[ oh. joker was a scumbag, anyone with a brain could see it; but nearly killing harley? that was horrible. she felt for the poor girl, and every time she saw that clown, she wanted to knock his teeth out. personally she wouldn't object to her killing him, but the facts had to be stated as they were anyways. ]
i'll do it,
i just hope you realize batman's going to notice it and probably show up.
[ batman would certainly take notice; he was already in joker's database, so the presence of a new server and IP would definitely attract his attention. barbara could cover her tracks well though, so even if he saw ivy, he wouldn't notice that it was her who helped her. ]
....try to knock his teeth out if you can by the way.
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( it was a surprise in itself ivy hadn't killed him yet. just because old batsy didn't have the guts to end him didn't mean ivy didn't - because she had come close. several times. )
is that so? then he can help me.
or arrest me while i'm trying.
( the flicker of a smirk appeared on her lips. even if she did get caught, beating the ever living shit out of the clown was too hard to pass up. )
he barely has any left, darling.
if things were my way, he'd have kicked the bucket long ago.
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[ barbara had always abided by the no-kill rule; it made sense to her. be better than the ones you fight. but joker? god, if anyone made her come close to beating someone to death, it was that monster of a man. she had to be held back by bruce the first time she saw him after the jason todd incident, and even then, he was already a bloody pulp. a laughing bloody pulp, but one nonetheless. ]
just stick one of those weird teeth traps in his mouth and punch that out.
.....that'd be fun to see actually-
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( ivy was the exact opposite. she was aware that she was already quite the despicable person, referring to her many mass attacks and victims. killing the joker would probably make her better, if anything. the joker was the worst of the worst, scum of the earth that had no moral compass whatsoever. ivy, at least, had reasoning. it wasn't for fun. besides - she didn't torture people. ever. she could be good in some ways. )
maybe i'll let the bats do the honors instead. i'm just there to see him finally get what he deserves, that bastard.
arkham won't hold him.
( the place was a hell hole anyways, but joker kept finding ways to get out. usually through harley. )
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( ivy nodded, seingly satisfied with the positive answer. joker was the most disgusting piece of trash in her book, and half of gotham's villains were affiliated with him. harley, too, was off limits when it came to her "puddin'", but when a half-dead harley showed up at her door the other night, it was a step too far. a hero was needed to help, and ivy wasn't about to use a bat signal. )
he almost killed her the other night. i have the intentions of ending his little parade as king.
( it was answered directly. there was nothing to hide here, try both hated him. ivy was just doing what she believed was best. )
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you should have locked me away in arkham, batgirl.
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girl's intuition.
barbara gonna try to kill for the first time
Thanks Ivy
[ some time ago, barbara had made a judgement call. a hard thought, trusted call. and what did it cost her? a long fight, a broken rib or two, and a significant portion of central gotham overrun with a lethal form of nature. the events after her call that led to this were hazy to her; but that was because of the shock, the fear. the mental shattering that she'd been forced to endure. she saw something good in ivy; god damnit she saw something in that greenhouse. what the hell happened to it? what happened to it to cause such calamity? batman was elsewhere in the city, making sure that the plants couldn't spread further than they had. if she knew bruce at all, she knew that he wasn't going to pin this on her. god no. he knew how the mind worked front to back, and the last thing barbara needed was scolding and blame for something like this. didn't help the fact she blamed herself for all of this. ]
[ she could barely speak. so many people now had lost their lives; and in her mind, it was all because of her own actions. barbara was on the verge of tears, of breaking down; but nothing came. instead all that came in place of these emotions within was anger. rage. she stood in the road, staring at the green carnage before her, before speaking. her voice wasn't entirely hers; it was cold. stinging. mad. [
i thought.
i thought you could be different.
[ her eyes seemed to glance towards the vixen; not filled with the bright, young kindness anymore. filled with an unmerciful rage instead. ]
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( in all fairness, the villainess had truly done quite well at first in terms of behaving herself. ivy liked to believed that she had tried, and put effort into it, but to no avail - and it wasn't like anyone was going to believe that if she told them, anyways. it built up inside of her. god, it was like a monster trying to claw its way out of her lips, her fingertips, her mind alone. the force of nature wasn't one to take lightly, and ivy, for the second time, had repeated that mistake. one where she tried to conform into the norm of society. society wasn't kind to those who were the children of the earth. and she was terrible in return. let me have my wicked way with you, my darlings. )
( vaguely in the clouded state of her mind, she knew she had crossed a line that should have never existed in the first place: trust. the heroine had trusted her. bad guys weren't meant to be trusted, she should have known all along! ivy even forewarned her, told her that it was a dangerous decision to make. nevertheless, she ran free that fateful day. )
you were mistaken. you should never assume, darling. i told you.
can't you see that some things never change?
( fists clenched at her sides. the urge wasn't so bad anymore, now that half of gotham was effectively torn apart by greenery. she was in for a fight. )
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[ barbara had followed most of the rules set in place by bruce to the letter; bending a few every now and then of course. but one rule, there was one oath she swore years ago she'd never break. she would not kill. following in the footsteps of the caped crusader, she took that same oath; but now, at having her now arguably misplaced trust betrayed, that oath was starting to shatter. so many things ran through her head, so many people. oh god. was her father okay? did he manage to escape the massive plant life that had assaulted gotham? police cars were strewn about amidst the chaos in the street, but she had no idea if her father was among the bodies. it hurt to think about that. it made her angry to think that he could've been killed. no. that he was even going to be hurt. ]
you're wrong about that you know.
something did change here.
[ her words, followed by a batarang thrown from her belt at sudden pace. normally she'd been taught to throw it in a specific way; every time it would strike with the method, it wouldn't dig into the skin with the sharp blades. instead it'd dent it just enough to cause pain, to incapacitate. that was out the window. now it would dig itself into ivy's leg, skin punctured by the sharp edges of the bat-shaped tool. ]
and unlucky for you, batman isn't here to restrain me.
[ a menacing stride began towards ivy, her facial expression fueled by hate, anger, and a cocktail of varying emotion. she'll die for this. her face was the same yet at the same time unrecognizable; ivy had just made a very, very dangerous enemy. ]
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( the fwip of the batarang was audible before the blinding lights behind her eyes of pain. sharp, throbbing and shooting pain radiated through her leg. a lance down, and there was crimson amongst the green, a large gash torn across her calf. that was... new. a reality slammed against her as the menacing figure came closer: she could die right now. this wasn't the rule-abiding batgirl; this was a heroine tampered with one too many times. fear crept up her spine, but thrill went thrpugh her veins as a growl left her lips in response. )
is that how we're playing now, my darling? very well.
i don't need batsy to protect me from his little girl.
( vines swept in from all directions, razor sharp thorn that were, in no doubt, poisonous and meant to maim. the intentions here were clear: aim to kill. it was a battle of survival, and right now, it was unclear as to who would win. )
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[ barbara felt a rush of adrenaline; she'd never fought like this before. never fought with such ferocity, such aggression, such pure rage. never fought with the sheer intent to kill the opponent. it was a new feeling to barbara; a new feeling to her entire mind and body. and by god, she liked it. she liked the adrenaline that pumped through her veins as she weaved through the vines and their lethal attempts, as she held batarangs in her hands and used the sharp edges to cut them down as they flew. a dance of death, black against green, a broken hero against a sadistic vixen. ]
[ it was as if she had been supercharged; the restraint of morality removed, her body moved faster and harder than any other villain had seen. bruce's training combined with an intent to kill was a dangerous combination against any ill-willed person who would dare tread too close to the waters. it was so in jason todd, prodigal son, and now it was found within barbara gordon, the unshackled. she dove through a trove of vines that made a stabbing motion, close enough to ivy to land a kick to her ribs. the force was hard enough to shatter bones. ]
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( what egged on either woman wasn't the same motive. in barbara's case, it was pure rage, seeking to kill ivy in the (false) assumption it would make things better. batman didn't live with a guilty conscience, but if batgirl very well did conquer the vixen - a kill would change everything. even so, ivy moved fast, but the woman in black was seemingly faster. ivy could dodge, but not enough to prevent the hard blow to the ribs. pain caged her chest as the breath was knocked out of her, falling to the ground. )
( desperate measures so early in the battle seemed near. charms were turned up, pheromones releasing into the air to take the brunt of the rage off of the other red head. at least, the villainess hoped. she lifted herself off the ground quickly, pain shooting through her ribs. ivy, in this case, had been a slave to her own powers. and now it would probably cause her death. )
what happened to the holy grail of not killing?
( a rumble shook the ground as two plant monsters rose, towering above the heroine. )
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[ the pheromones, normally, would work well upon barbara. she hadn't the willpower of bruce, who could resist them with no problem. but right now, her mind was far gone to the point where her body did intake the scents, and yet, the effects were none. she stood in front, staring up at the plant monsters. if she remembered the data right, ivy's nerves and feelings had a connection to the life forms she could create. every strike felt, every bit of pain she would feel as much as them. a small smile, not at all innocent, grew upon her face as she realized she didn't have to even lay a hand on the woman herself. she'd torture one of her precious creations. make her feel the pain and suffering of every single person she caused it to. ]
[ she ran up the first monstrosity, feet against the torso before jamming a batarang into its eye and tearing sideways to strike the other. she twisted the batarang initially, to really make it hurt, as she kicked herself off of the monstrosity. her utility belt had the grappling gun removed from it by barbara's hand, trigger pulling as the grapple shoved itself into the face of the other monster. she began to pull. hard. all to simply, slowly, remove the very "skin' from its body. this is how they felt. ]
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( at furst, the vixen thought she had the upper hand - batman struggled with the monsters. however,a feeling if dread and horror descended upon her as she watched the expression and body language change on the heroine. no. don't you dare. and she did. the flurry of pain that came next... nearly all she could see was red, feel red, and registering crumpling to the ground, hands at her face and eyes in torturous agony. she was torturing her precious babies - her plants, the life given to them. her. )
( ivy didn't want this. didn't ask for it. never, ever would have condoned it on anyone else - it was her weight to bear her powers, and for a time, she thrived. now, and often, she drowned in the downsides. the pains. curled on the dirt in a ball, the red head was left with tears streaming down her face, any and all murderous intent dissipating. hoarse mutterings of it to stop were the only noises emitted, her plant monsters halting and standing like statues. gaea, she didn't ask for this. god, just make it end. i'm going to hell anyways. i'm sorry i can't fix what i am. )
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[ she felt the blood of the beasts on her face and relished within it. barbara hadn't quite yet realized it, but she was becoming the same monster that she initially refused to believe ivy as being. unmerciful, brutal. morality removed from the equation that comprised her being. she was panting as she clipped the grappling gun to her belt, boots on the ground as she stepped toward ivy and stared down at her. her ears picked up the sound of ivy; pleas. begging. crying. for part of barbara, it sickened her to hear it all. why should she give mercy to someone who showed none to the humankind she had so willingly slaughtered? but yet, another part of her could feel it in her soul. she'd seen and heard these things before from so many different people; citizens, criminals who were mostly scared by her appearance and not her actions. her own family when bruised and beaten by villains. and now she heard it from arguably a highly powerful woman; the queen vixen of gotham, on the floor, curled up. and scared. ]
[ then it really started to sink in. oh god. oh, god. she was becoming the same thing that she swore she'd fight against. the worst part was, she had liked it up until this point. her expression changed from cold indifference to realization, and then to horror. this wasn't who she wanted to be. it wasn't who she was. it went against everything barbara had been raised on; torture was the act of the truly heinous. was she in that crowd? ]
[ she seemed to stumble back, batarang which was initially intended for the vixen's end falling to the ground, her following suite into a loose seated position, hands planted on the ground. she was afraid; not of ivy. but of herself. ]
oh, god i-
i didn't mean. oh my god.
i'm so sorry oh my god.
[ she was on the verge of completely breaking. it wasn't hard to tell she was regretting everything she had just done, and was tearing apart inside for it. ]
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( it wasn't the first time someone had committed what was considerd to be a heinous act to ivy, but this time, she figured she at least deserved it. that had been coming for her for a long time; but the thing was, even years and years after the first incident, she truly wasn't ready to deal with it now. arms caged around her legs and eyes squeezed shut, slowly, slowly, the sharp agony faded, only leaving a lasting ache and sting. she waited for the end: would it be instantaneous? or would she be left writhing? never had she initially believed in a moment that she was going to meet her end. nothing came. the sounds of batgirl struggling with what she had just done came instead. her eyes opened, flickering to see the heroine on the ground, and the lack of greenery in gotham. everything had returned to the ground - it was gone. )
( the vixen reached over slowly, hands shaking as she took the handcuffs from barbara's belt. the usual calls of nature had disappeared in her head, only leaving a very, very rattled pamela. clamping them around her wrists, she only said one thing, not meeting her eyes. they gave the words that ivy had undoubtedly spoken before, after being taken advantage of and tortured by another.)
it's fine. i deserved it.
( her gaze pierced the ground as she reached up, seiping at the dirt and grime at her face. the power figure was gone - a scared and vacant red head on the ground was left instead. she continued, quieter, fear manifesting in not meeting batgirl's gaze. )
i tried to control it at first. didn't work. i tried. honestly.
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[ for the first time in her life, she was afraid of herself. what she'd done, the acts she committed here; she was afraid of, and disgusted with herself. for bringing the pain that could be distributed to 100 people to a single woman. and hearing her say these words, self-blame, it only broke her heart. she'd heard the phrasings before, again from so many others. but to hear her say it after she had just practically tortured her and nearly killed her; it put nearly everything into perspective. barbara was shaking quite violently, and on the verge of crying. she'd just defiled morality itself with her actions. ]
no. no no i.
nobody deserves that. oh god nobody deserves that.
[ she was adamant about that view; nobody, no matter what their actions, deserved the kind of hell barbara had just unleashed upon ivy only seconds ago. it was nearly impossible to pick the thoughts that ran through her mind as a result of this. only one, however, seemed to be consistent. you don't deserve that cowl. the bat, to bruce, and in gotham, was supposed to represent justice and righteousness. mercy to the innocent. if anything, barbara had twisted justice beyond recognition; and she could hear it in ivy's voice. fear. fear. ivy, for as long as barbara had known her, wasn't one to scare easily. but she was quiet, and afraid. of her. she didn't care if her identity was compromised to ivy; it was better if she removed this cowl in her eyes. she grasped at it, and forcefully removed it from her own head, tossing it on the ground beside her. her face revealed. ]
[ she refrained from laying any sort of hand on ivy; she didn't trust her own body to not resort back to malicious intent again. ]
i just.
it's. it's not your fault.
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( here they were. both women on the ground, shaking, traumatized by themselves and each other. they had successfully destroyed eac other, but not in the way that they originally intended. disgusted by themselves, for different reasons. although she was afraid, ivy knew that she had needed someone to beat the sense into her. barbara had effectively done so, scaring her into submission. )
i... i'm sorry.
( the action and face reveal startled ivy. she knew who this was. barbara gordon. well known for being commissioner gordon's daughter. her gaze focused on her face for a moment before slowly dragging itself to the cowl, a green hand reaching and taking it in her hands. she had worn it once before, but only to rescue harley from the rest of the bat family. the red hair was useful, you know. staring at it, she shook her head, adamant expression in her eyes. )
barbara gordon. should've figured
...
darling - you need to put this back on.
( shifting on her knees, she faved the heroine. )
gotham needs heroes.
you made a mistake. i know you're not the woman that i just fought with. look at you now. you're a mess, frankly.
there's too much bad in this city for you to give up the mantle because of this. heroes have done worse.
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[ it was clear that if ivy's previous, blinded slaughter of innocents didn't break barbara, the reaction barbara had to it along with subsequently nearly killing her definitely did. it wasn't in her nature; more importantly, it wasn't in who bruce had taught her and helped her to be. she seemed to become visibly shaken at looking at the cowl again. she was thoroughly, completely convinced she no longer deserved it; members of the family who donned the cowl and cape weren't supposed to kill. or even attempt it. it was like a silent, family oath; jason todd was an exception, as while he was part of the family, he certainly had no real fondness for bruce or his oaths. it couldn't be bared to break relations with him; he'd been through too much. abandoning him over killing wasn't an option at that point. barbara, however; she broke this vow by not only nearly murdering ivy, but deliberately torturing her to make her feel as much pain as possible. disgusting, in barbara's eyes. she seemed to shake her head as a response, traumatized with only her own actions to blame. ]
no. no i'm
i'm not supposed to even try killing.
let alone even torture someone i
i don't want it.
[ an attachment to one's vows could be a good thing, but it could also be the thing that could break someone beyond repair. ]
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( the villainess knew that this was bad. really bad. despite the fact that she was bleeding and exhausted due to the hands of this very woman, ivy knew that, for the better of gotham's citizens, batgirl couldn't leave the scene now. she knew very well that the bat family didn't kill, didn't dare to - exception for the only exception, jason todd, who had been put far through too much to really be abandoned by those he associated with. the vixen shifted, unsure of what to do. this was... bad. she still felt she deserved it. under all the layers of the plant wielder, she was still human, no matter how much she despised it. a victim, and internally, had the habits of one, including self-blame. yet, she genuinely believed it was her fault here. retracting her arms, she looked down at the mask. )
i went too far this time. the reaction was... justified.
look, take the cowl - i'll fall off the face of the earth after this, and no one will hear of what happened.
this didn't happen.
( she was hastily trying to cover it up. the idea of the bat girl never returning was inconceivable for some reason. )
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