Disclaimer: Character Poison Ivy/Pamela Lilian Isley belongs to DC Comics. Non-profit story.
Credits: Scruffy-looking for writing such a wonderful story so that I can continue. And DC Comics for event the best villain ever - Poison Ivy.
Chapter 1
Pamela Isley peered out of the window of her cell. Strange, she hardly had any visitors since the last batch who were government agents trying to coerce her into working for the CIA. Of course, they paid dearly with their lives. But the records showed that they had been shot dead by the asylum guards when they allegedly attempted to assault the patient Pamela Lilian Isley, also known as Poison Ivy. Then the guards shot each other dead over some unknown dispute and Pamela Isley had been the only living witness. The managers of Arkham Asylum were quite skeptical about Pamela Isley's account but it was the only one they had since there were no security cameras installed in that particular room where the alleged events took place. However, ever since that visit, security cameras had been installed and a guard had been posted there to overlook the visits. Apparently, the privilege of privacy had been taken.
There was a click as the key turned and the lock sprang open. The guard outside entered the pin number and the monitor flashed green and beeped. There was a grinding noise as the mechanism of the polycarbonate doors did their work. The transparent doors slid open, revealing a young woman of voluptuous beauty. The woman's appeal did not diminish despite the plain asylum uniform she was wearing. She had long, red, flowing hair and a curvacious figure to match. Last but not least, a face that could rival that of Aphrodite's. She could easily have been god's gift to men, an international supermodel would have been the appropriate job. However, she had both the brains and the looks. She was a biochemist and specialised in cells. She also held a botany degree and probably knew more about plants than anyone else in the world.
The guard stood beside the sliding doors, admiring Pamela Isley's curves every second he could.
God, she's one hot babe. I can't believe I was posted here when I thought it would be a bad thing...
"Good afternoon Peter. To what do I owe the honour of having a visitor?"
Was she even wearing any bra?
"Why you of course."
"Oh that's so sweet of you. But now, my visitor."
"Sure thing Miss Isley. This way please."
The guard approached another set of doors and keyed in a code beside them. They slid open amost instantly. Pamela entered the visiting room with Peter.
The visiting room was quite pathetic in size. Just 5m by 5m and 4m high. There was a small coffee table with teak chairs on either side and a fluorescent lamp hung from the ceiling above the table. There was also the security camera that spied from a corner of the ceiling. And there seated on one of the teak chairs was a teenager. Or at least he looked liked one. From his appearance, he looked as if he wasn't older than 14 or 15. Pamela strode to the table and sat. She scrutinised the boy in front of her and then turned her head towards Peter.
"And who might this be?"
Peter will still gazing at her.
Those legs...The thighs...Oh and that butt!
"Peter?"
"Y-Yeah?"
Crap! She's supposed to be mad! She's a lunatic! And a real sexy one at that...
"I asked who is this?"
"Er, yeah. This boy claims that...He has something to return to you. A locket or something."
"I see. Thank you."
Pamela turned her attention back to the boy while Peter turned his back to Pamela's chest.
"So? What's up? The CIA decided to send children to do their dirty work?"
"Au contrare Mademoiselle, I sent myself. And yes, I know about the CIA incident."
"What do you mean?" Pamela's eyes narrowed.
"There were no cameras installed during the last incident - that fed feed to Arkham. But I had my own cameras installed. You were most impressive Miss Isley."
"Impossible! There were no cameras I'm positive!"
"Quite possible in fact. And I doubt you'll be afraid of that being leaked out after you murdered so many other people. But looking at the current circumstances...This would most certainly amount to a death sentence don't you think? Then who would be left to protect Mother Nature's creations?"
"Are you threatening me? Me, Poison Ivy?" Pamela asked, her tone turning icy.
"I wouldn't dare Miss Isley. And that's Miss Isley not Ivy. You remember that you're pretty powerless now?"
Pamela was infuriated. She wasn't prepared for this as she was the last time with the CIA agents. But she could always prepare. Pamela raised the glass of water in front of her to her lips and took a sip. That would do nicely. The paralyzing agent would be secreted.
"Miss Isley, I suggest you do not try to do the same thing you did to the others. I am quite aware that some minute imperfections in your cell implants have caused you to retain the curare and Atlas implants."
A look of shock registered on Pamela's face. The boy leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper.
"Please don't try them on me. I'm - you. Just like you."
Pamela was a genius and her brain processed this piece of information in a split second. Atlas was the aphrodisiac that Pamela's ex-company had created to crush its opponents. Atlas apparently, was at least 3 times more potent than Viagra. But the implant in Pamela's body was concentrated. Hence, a similar amount would be not at least 3 but 10 times more potent than Viagra. Curare on the other hand, was the general term for dart poisons. Among them, Pamela had chosen a very efficient and fast paralyzing agent. However, after the recent fiasco with the Batman, she had had most of her implants removed by the asylum doctors. Those that remained were those that had contained some minute imperfections that had prevented their protein shells from being broken down by the Batman's formula.
He knows about the curare and Atlas...Nevermind, he doesn't know about the Black Widow neurotoxic venom...
Pamela rubbed a thumb against her little finger until they became moist. Then she leaned forward as well.
"You know, I can also do this."
The boy smiled condescendingly as Pamela reached out and scratched the boy's hand with her nail.
"What-"
Pamela grinned as the boy flinched. However, the boy regained his composure in a matter of seconds. Pamela was astonished, but not for long as fury coursed through her veins.
"Neurotoxin. Clever. From the Lactrodectus Curacaviensis, also known as the Black Widow spider. This would be how you torture then. Interesting poison. It causes muscle contractions. Extremely painful but rarely causes death. Excellent for a sadist like you."
"Why you little-"
"Watch your tongue Miss Isley. I told you. I'm like you. I can't be poisoned."
"I know that! What do you take me for?" snapped Pamela.
"Very good. I have a proposition to make though Miss Isley. That has been the purpose of my visit the whole time."
"A proposition?"
"Yes. But in specifics only when we're alone."
"That should be easy - in the past. Now they're so strict that I can't even have any privacy. Although it's nice to have an old fool that's smitten by me...He just can't stop looking at me. But he will never agree to leaving both of us alone..."
"You certainly are endowed with...assets Miss Isley. Perhaps he will need more coaxing. Say, your little love mixture?"
Pamela's eyes widened with curiosity.
"You have my Atlas...mixture?"
"Why of course. I'll just need to give him a dose...And the rest is up to you pretty woman. That is if you ever want to get out of this place."
Pamela contemplated.
Looking at my current position...I'll be needing more than just a few lovesick guards to get out of here...And a few implants in my body won't do much good...I could always escape first and then...Yes. Get myself back to power first...The boy certainly is dangerous...But we'll see...The priority is to regain liberty...
"Very well. I'll do as you say and listen to your proposition. It better be a good one."
"It's an honour Miss Isley. But first, the guard."
"Yes, the guard." replied Pamela in a seductive voice as she eyed the guard and licked her lips.
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