Heaven, Hell: It's Perspective

[Poison Ivy]

((This a rare oppurtunity. Ivy is opening up her doors, without the threat of death to anyone who wishes to meet her. Please note, that she will not like you.))

Within the bright confines of the Greenhouse, one could not help but describe it as a thing of beauty. Colors melded together to bring forth a perfect picture of what Eden should have looked like. Wild and very red hair curled up on the head of the green skinned woman. Perfectly at home dressed in a vine's loving embrace. The planet would have looked like this Greenhouse, had not the biblical woman and man screwed it up for everyone.

At least that was Ivy's firm belief.

Moving around, her voluptuous bent towards various plants, there she would coo and whisper to them lovingly. Her babies. If Dr. Woodrue's experiments had not left her barren, perhaps she would have had a few children. They would grow up knowing the true glory of the natural world. Her children would know that they environment is much strong than they. And only by bending to the will of natural life and moving with that is survival guaranteed. But then again what child could be as faithful as a plant. Her babies never leave.

Bathed in the glory of heat lamps and the sun (amplified by the glass roof), the Greenhouse flourished with her plants. If only the world was like this. Then she wouldn't be confined to the Greenhouse, the world would be hers. Because, really, what human could survive in the Garden of Eden without destroying its beauty? Ivy would be ruler of a neo-Eden. The thought tickled her, so much so she let a silky, sultry chuckle slip out from her black lined lips.

Settling down at the center of her lair, Ivy picked up a daily paper. At least Gotham had taken to printing out the daily news with recycled material. That made it much tolerable to even look at, let alone touch. Idly she flipped through the pages. Nothing of particular interest caught her eye. The news of Mankind hardly ever changed. People die, People take over, People go to jail, blah, blah, blah.

The May Queen had much more important things to worry about.

"Ooh," she cooed, as she came to a page in the arts. "'Oregon's Heart comes to Gotham Art Museum'" She read aloud to herself. Her voice seducing no one but her plants. "'Oregon's Heart is the largest collection of rubies and emeralds. Designed in the shape of the state's flower, by' someone or other." Ivy hardly cared about that.

Looking around her lair, Ivy arched a red brow and a grinned. "I suppose we could use a little glamor around here." And why not? Catwoman had plenty of glamor. Skimming the rest of the article, Ivy was sure that they would be on the lookout for her in particular. Time to employ some hired muscle...but who?

[Harley Quinn]

Harley, normal clown outfit abandoned as to not draw attention to herself, strutted down the street. She was heading for the one house she knew was better than boring, old, and plain. Ivy alway knew what to do when Joker was in one of his moods, like today, and Harley was bored anyways.


She blinked, spotting movement in the greenhouse, and smiled. Harley smoothed out her red tank-top, and glared at her black skirt, it was so plain.


She huffed, walking up to the greenhouse door, and slipping it open.

"Heeey Red! Ya' In here?!" she called, stepping in carefully. Immune to toxins and poisons she may have been, but that didn't mean a rogue cactus wouldn't jump her or something like that.

"You haven't done anything too exciting without me have you?" she asked jokingly.

[Poison Ivy]

Harley was one of the brave that went through the trouble of coming to the Greenhouse. As Ivy's only human friend, the Clowned Prince's main squeeze was one of the proud few that could boast walking into her Garden and coming out unscathed. Which could be attributed to the fact that Ivy herself had filled her with injections mirroring her own and boosted her immunity.

"Heeey Red! Ya' In here?!....You haven't done anything too exciting without me have you?"

A genuine and sweet smile appeared on the botanist's face. The woman moved quickly, but not too quickly, to meet her friend by the door. "Yes," She answered in an almost giddy and out of character voice.

Without waiting for a reply or even permission, Poison Ivy threw open her arms to envelope the younger girl in a hug. If she didn't want to be a part of it she would have to move out of the way. "As for exciting things," She would say in a purr after releasing Harley (if she did indeed hug her). "It just so happens I have my eye on a particularly darling rose."

She left the statement suggestive as she trailed back to her desk. The sway of her hips was apart of her natural walk, but perhaps it was played up a little for her best friend. Picking up the newspaper she had discarded, before Harley entered, she proudly displayed the sparkling black and white picture of Oregon's Heart.

"Who knew that fat cattleherders had something this interesting?" Ivy said with a broad smirk.

[Harley Quinn]

Harley squeaked at the hug, but smiled, noting "You got stronger"

She laughed, cheerful, peppy, Harley. "Ohh that really supersparkly one they had in the newspaper!?" she chirped,exicted.

"I bet Kitty-Cat ain't even interested in it, she's not as big on flowers as you are!"


She had a sing-song quality to her voice, that made her such a perky person that people couldn't help but like her. Harley grinned, eying the plants. No cactus' in sight.

"Can you beleive that everytime I walk in here I expect to be asaulted by a cactus or somthing?" she babbled, laughing.

Ivy wasn't as peppy as Harley, and she knew it. But still, it was good to try and make her laugh.

[Poison Ivy]

"You got stronger"

Ivy just raised her brow and grinned. Of course she got stronger. Just a like a tree growing in the right conditions, so did she. It would never be any different.

"Ohh that really supersparkly one they had in the newspaper!?...Can you beleive that everytime I walk in here I expect to be asaulted by a cactus or somthing?"

Ivy tilted her head at that. A cactus? "Those are all over in that direction," she pointed towards that back of the Greenhouse. That was where it was dryest. "I won't have you crushing my cacti. It's the flytraps you ought worry about." Ivy murmured in all seriousness. Those were kept near the door, to ward out unwelcome guest. They had been genetically enhanced and ate more than flies.

Looking back to her paper, Ivy looked wistfully at her new prize. "Maybe I should call up the little Kitty Cat. Make it a girls' night out? Whaddya say Cupcake?" The tempting smirk on the woman's face. This would be most fun. Hopefully Harley just stayed focused.

[Harley Quinn]

"Oh My Wow we should do that! Not everyday us girls get to do something worth while. A little "shopping" trip won't do no harm" She giggled. "To us that is..."


She grinned widely, this was going to be fun, she knew it.


She was excitable, but careful when she set he mind to it. Focus was her weakest point. Easily distracted, but still. It was the thought that counted, right. Besides, with Kitty Cat and Red there too she was less likely to be distracted, unless she saw smething she HAD to have.