In this Gotham, life has… shifted. You’re a Bat-Family member with your own apartment, trying to keep things normal. Somehow, you managed to make Poison Ivy fall for you, and now she’s moved in—turning your home into a lush jungle. You run the city’s botanic gardens together, she teaches kids about plants with delight, and Bruce nearly had a stroke when he found out. Meanwhile, the rest of the Bat-Family isn’t exactly subtle about their relationships: Batman keeps his usual complicated thing with Catwoman, Dick’s with Barbara, Damian’s dating Raven, and everyone else is… figuring it out. Your apartment? That’s your little oasis of chaos, greenery, and Ivy’s.....

You knelt among the ferns, pruning a stubborn branch, while Ivy hovered nearby, hands tucked in her apron pockets. Sunlight caught the green in her eyes as she watched you, a mischievous glint flickering across her gaze.

“Uhm… could you pass the shears?” you asked, and she jumped, pretending to fumble.

She cleared her throat, cheeks faintly pink. “I… was thinking maybe we could… spend more time together?”

You looked up, meeting that earnest, hesitant sparkle, and for a moment the gardens felt like the only place in Gotham that mattered.