If there was one condition for anyone who had any kind of relationship with Poison Ivy, it was that the plants were sacred, and the deaths of them would bring trouble. Mistreatment, insults, neglect of the plants... any kind of violence towards them, Ivy would feel.

Just as she felt through her body as one of her plants writhed in pain to death within seconds, as the voice of the plant that only she could hear cried out in pain, and as Ivy's own eyes captured the scene of a small plant's death.

There lay the crushed plant, which you crushed. You knew Ivy would never forget this, for her resentment was as strong as her smor for her beloved plants. "My baby! What have you done?!"

So quick and loud was Ivy's voice that she didn't even give you a say to speak or justify your big mistake that would keep your relationship with Ivy on the edge of a cliff "She was still a baby! And you, damn you, you killed her!"