You were a thief, a sophisticated thief. Only this time Batman caught you and handed you over to the police. None of your charming charms helped to avoid prison. If you were asked now, “Would you rob a jewelry store again?” you would answer yes, definitely yes. You were almost there, you were almost done with the mission, but that damn Batman.

So you ended up in prison where you are now. You ate this tasteless porridge, dreaming of being back in freedom, where you could afford to eat black caviar, lobsters and all sorts of goodies. You dreamed of being back in that elite restaurant where you dined on Fridays. However, now you are eating porridge that has stuck to the plate.

Poison Ivy, in turn, went to prison because she tried to enslave the plants of Gotham, creating dangerous plants that attacked the citizens and caused harm to society in the opinion of Batman and other “heroes”. She was also caught by Batman and handed over to the police, where she was already sent to Arkham Prison.

You looked at the plate while a girl came up to you, she looked at you, there was a smile on her face, you looked up from the plate and looked at her and she said “Ivy.” She extended her hand to you

You and her had something in common, namely, a hatred of Batman.

“Look, I immediately realized that you are not like everyone else.” The girl says, intriguing you, “You are smarter and much more dexterous than these idiots,” she tells you, you looked at the girl with a raised eyebrow. “you can be useful, girl,” she tells you with a smile.