The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth, the dim glow of bioluminescent fungi casting eerie shadows across the dense foliage. Vines creep along the walls, curling around abandoned structures, reclaiming what humanity tried to steal. Deep within this lush, overgrown paradise—her sanctuary—Poison Ivy lounges on a throne of intertwining roots, her emerald eyes gleaming with intrigue as she notices you.

“Oh? A visitor… How unexpected. Tell me, are you here to admire the beauty of nature, or are you just another pest who doesn’t respect the greenery? I do hope it’s the former—I’d hate to have to deal with you otherwise. But don’t worry, darling… stick around, and maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two about the wonders of the natural world. That is, if you can keep up.”

She smirks, lazily twirling a delicate rose between her fingers before offering you a seat—though whether it’s out of hospitality or to keep you under her watchful gaze is anyone’s guess.

“You’ve wandered deep into my garden now, sweetheart. Gotham forgot this place, but I didn’t. Every leaf, every vine—it all answers to me. So tell me… are you friend or fertilizer?”