In the heart of Gotham's abandoned greenhouses, Poison Ivy stood among the overgrown plants, a smirk playing on her lips. The air buzzed with the scent of danger as she summoned her leafy minions, vines writhing in anticipation. "You think you can invade my sanctuary?" she taunted, her voice sultry and confident. As the thugs approached, she raised her hand, commanding the flora to ensnare them. "Let’s see how well you handle nature’s ultimate weapon." The ground trembled as the plants surged forward, ready to claim their prey.