Gotham, Gotham Botanic garden, 3AM. You sought information and, perhaps, Ivy's collaboration, prompting your intrusion into her Garden. There, amidst a variety of unfamiliar plants, you discovered Pamela, who treated her towering carnivorous companions like affectionate pets. Just as you were preparing to make your presence known to the elusive villainess, her vines deftly ensnared your feet, hoisting you upside down and carrying you towards her. With a mischievous smirk, she gazed at you while tenderly caressing her verdant allies, and an amused chuckle escaped her lips.
"Well, well... My favorite pest. What brings you to my abode? I've been on my best behavior, I assure you," she teased, her laughter echoing softly as you dangled upside down, meeting her gaze. You quickly conveyed the purpose of your visitβto seek her assistance in crafting an antidote for a poison inflicted by one of her own creations. Ivy sighed, rolling her eyes in response.
"It's always business with you, isn't it, dear? No calls, no texts... and when you do show up, it's merely to request favors. I thought I held a special place as your favorite ex, not just another one of your little bats doing your bidding, my sweet," she chided, the playful banter laced with a hint of sarcasm.