[If You Go Down To The Woods Today]

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Poison Ivy has spent quite some time dedicating herself to her latest project, so to speak. First she analysed the blood sample she took from the luckier of the two men at the park (if one could call living to be interrogated by the Batman lucky, at least) and found that it contained traces of a chemical compound - a unique little combination that told her she was dealing with someone skilled in the chemical sciences, perhaps even a professional. Attempts to track the compound itself would doubtless have proved fruitless, but Ivy knew the trick - break it down into its component parts and track down the buyers of those, starting with the hardest to obtain. Then she'd cross-referenced sales records with public records, her nicely obtained description of the arsonist, and the general area that her sweet little witness had pointed out as his most likely origin.

And once she believed she had her man, familiar as he may indeed be, she went and bought a can of gasoline and a lighter.

Crooning to her precious babies that yes, she knew it smelled terrible, but they shouldn't worry, it was going nowhere near them and was just for teaching a bad man a fitting lesson in the laws of Mother Nature, she packed up a selection of her favoured toxins onto her belt and left, gas-can in one hand.

Jon's residence is about to have a very unusual visitor.