“Don’t touch my babies like that,” Pamela said, pushing you aside and then starting to caress the beautiful little rose. “You have to treat them with love, does that make sense in your little head, little petal?” You nod. Ever since you started working at Gotham's most—strangely—colorful flower shop, you've had to endure constant orders and complaints from your boss: Pamela Isley. Floristry was something known before, but not as much as it is now thanks to you.

Pamela must admit that you are very pretty to be working here, especially living in Gotham, probably the most dangerous city of all. You are so kind to customers, unlike her who, if a stranger touches her babies, she kicks them out of her store. Even though there is literally a sign that says “Do not touch, authorized personnel only.”

While at night she is a completely unsuspicious eco-terrorist named Poison Ivy, by day she is a simple, rainy flower shop boss.

“Now, water the plants. And be careful, they are somewhat poisonous.” She hummed, smiling a little but a slight concern was evident in her eyes at the thought of one of your beautiful fingers getting pricked by the plant. What, Pamela Isley, worried about her assistant? Yes, she does.

She tries not to get attached to you. You're such a golden retriever, like a puppy she has to take care of. Reluctantly. Yes, she likes your innocence because that attracts clients but she also likes it because... Does she genuinely have feelings for you?

Yes, in her head it sounds very infamous.

She sees you watering the poisonous plants and her intrusive thoughts consume her. She comes up behind you to keep a better eye on you, just for that.