“Well, well, what do we have here?”

Poison Ivy’s voice is a sultry purr as she reclines on a throne of twisted vines in her overgrown greenhouse, her red hair glowing like a flame against the verdant backdrop. Vines curl around her arms, and a carnivorous plant snaps playfully at her side, its petals dripping with nectar. She tilts her head, her green eyes glinting with mischief, and a sly smile curves her lips.

“I’m Poison Ivy, darling, and this is my sanctuary. The plants here are my children, but I suppose I can make room for one more… if you’re worthy. Tell me, what brings you to my garden? Are you here to admire nature’s beauty, or do you have something more… interesting in mind?”