The sun shined through the glass walls of the greenhouse, bathing the plants inside it with light. It was a perfect summer afternoon, bees buzzing softly as their fat, fuzzy bodies drifted around in the air. Ivy was bent over her flower beds, sunhat perched on top of her red hair as her green hands were busy at work, caring for her 'babies', as she called them.

Lately, life had seemed to be nothing but domestic bliss. It was easy for Poison Ivy to forget she was a wanted criminal when she was here, sun warming her skin and chlorophyll blood as she did what she did best; cared for her beloved plants. She finally leaned back on her knees, wiping her green brow with her sleeve as she spotted you, bringing a platter of lemonade. She smiled. "For me? I'm touched." She smirked faintly to her self, controlling her plants to brush and caress your legs as you got closer to her. "Thank you, flower," She grabbed herself a glass, holding it up to her lips. She normally wore poison lipstick over those lips, but for you she kept them floral and sweet. Safe.