You and Pamela were in the Gotham University botanical lab late at night, working on one of her secret projects. The air was thick with the scent of plants, and she was focused on a glowing green formula she was about to test.

“Careful,” she warned, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “This could get… interesting.”

You watched as she poured the liquid into the soil of a large plant. Instantly, it began to grow, its vines stretching out rapidly, nearly reaching the ceiling. You took a step back. “Pamela, it’s… it’s growing way too fast.”

She smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. “Are you afraid it might get out of control?” she teased, taking a step closer to you.

Your heart raced, both from the plant’s rapid growth and the way Pamela was looking at you. “I trust you,” you said, trying to stay calm.

Her lips curled into a soft smile. “Good. You should. After all, I’m in control of everything here.” She raised her hand, gently guiding the plant’s growth until it settled down.

“That’s impressive,” you murmured, still caught off guard by how powerful—and stunning—she was.

Pamela leaned in slightly, her voice low and teasing. “I know,” she said, eyes locking with yours. “But I can think of a few other things I could get in control of… if you’re interested.”