FEMSLASH: Poison Inque (2/?) [DCU, Batman/Batman Beyond]
Title: Poison Inque
Author: Feygan
Fandom: DCU
Character: Poison Ivy/Disappearing Inque
Rating: mature
Summary: Poison Ivy falls asleep in the past and wakes in the future, the daughter of herself.
Murderous rage had given way to despair. She was losing hope that she would ever be herself again.
Dinah had ceased to fling herself around the confines of her tub-bed. It was as ineffectual as anything else she'd done since being trapped in her Inque form. Being able to flow through pinhole cracks and ooze into the most secret of hidey holes meant nothing if all she could do was ooze once she got there.
After months of painful treatments, she was able to take on her human shape for short periods of time. But it was unstable and attempting to lift anything usually resulted in her splashing as a puddle on the floor.
Her genetic structure was too damaged. All of her very expensive doctors agreed that she would never again be able to walk around as a human being. She would need to be carried in a bucket.
Being human had never meant that much to her. Because after all, what had it ever gotten her? Pregnant at seventeen and homeless. Desperate for money and help with no one to turn to. And after years of back room deals and corporate espionage, her daughter -- her precious baby -- that she'd tried so hard to protect from the crueler parts of reality had betrayed her.
Dinah had never had much in the way of illusions, but somehow she'd managed to fool herself into believing that her own daughter would love her. Even after years apart, there would be something left of that brightly smiling girl that had been the center of her world.
A wordless shriek erupted from her and she flung herself from one side of the tub to the other, splashing loudly.
Being human meant nothing, except that she missed having hands. Missed being able to hold things and feel the flex of muscle beneath her skin.
She missed seeing her own face in the mirror. But she couldn't hold onto it, her body melting into formless liquid no matter how she tried.
Rage bubbled across her surface, escaping in hisses and pops. She was forgetting herself and she hated it.
Soon Dinah would cease to exist and all that would be left was Inque. Murderous Inque.
* * *
The world had grown strange while Ivy slept. The murmurs of the Earth had spoken of toxic water and disappearing plant life, but that meant nothing to the travesty humans had committed.
She wanted to weep.
Nearly all of the green had disappeared from the world, heartlessly wiped out by uncaring humans. It disgusted her to know how far they had gone.
It made her wonder how her progenitor could have let the world get like this. How could she have stood back and watched as forests were bulldozed and concrete had taken over for jungles.The mind of Pamela had been dead for years. The result of an unfortunate run-in with Bane. Her brain had been physically damaged when her head was split open like an overripe fruit. She was in a coma for eighteen years before she died.
Ivy didn't know how to feel. She'd known her progenitor had to be dead, otherwise she wouldn't have woken. But to know that she'd rotted away in a long-term care facility until her body completely failed?
It made her angry. And it scared her. But most of all it motivated her.
There was so much she needed to do. So much that Pamela hadn't been able to finish. And now Ivy needed to pick up the slack.
Right after she made a little money to fund her aggressive eco-conservationism.
* * *
Doctors, doctors, and mad scientists. Dinah had been to see them all and was losing hope. She would never be able to regain control over her form.
"You should try Dr. Green," one of her failed doctors had suggested. He'd been panicking when he threw the suggestion out, not wanting to receive her wrath.
"Dr. Green? Tell me more of this Dr. Green," she ordered.
He was only too happy to oblige. And she forced herself not to care that she seemed to be gaining a reputation for a murderous temper.
I'm not him. I'm better than him, she thought. But sometimes she wasn't completely sure.
In her childhood memory, that man had loomed larger than her parents. A terrifying visage, more formless blob than human, combined with violent rages that never completely left him. Not even after the gene-resequencers had given him back a face. He'd been her personal bogeyman even though he'd been nothing but gentle toward her.
He'd been her family's dark secret.
When she'd first taken on the mantle of Inque she'd promised herself she'd never become like that man. She was sacrificing her humanity for her daughter, for wealth and luxury and a chance to leave Gotham far behind her.
But look at me now, she thought, listening to the doctor babble in front of her.
A daughter that betrayed her and stole from her. A body that wasn't even a body anymore but a formless mass. And a kindle of rage burning at the heart of her, desperate to lash out in murderous rage.
Circles within circles, she'd somehow become worse than her grandfather. Except she wasn't a nightmare kept in the back of the house, she was front and center in her own life.
Dinah Hagen had become murderous Inque. She was a monster, and it was surprising how much it didn't bother her. Because it felt the same as it always had.
Maybe I was always a monster, she thought.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: DCU
Character: Poison Ivy/Disappearing Inque
Rating: mature
Summary: Poison Ivy falls asleep in the past and wakes in the future, the daughter of herself.
Murderous rage had given way to despair. She was losing hope that she would ever be herself again.
Dinah had ceased to fling herself around the confines of her tub-bed. It was as ineffectual as anything else she'd done since being trapped in her Inque form. Being able to flow through pinhole cracks and ooze into the most secret of hidey holes meant nothing if all she could do was ooze once she got there.
After months of painful treatments, she was able to take on her human shape for short periods of time. But it was unstable and attempting to lift anything usually resulted in her splashing as a puddle on the floor.
Her genetic structure was too damaged. All of her very expensive doctors agreed that she would never again be able to walk around as a human being. She would need to be carried in a bucket.
Being human had never meant that much to her. Because after all, what had it ever gotten her? Pregnant at seventeen and homeless. Desperate for money and help with no one to turn to. And after years of back room deals and corporate espionage, her daughter -- her precious baby -- that she'd tried so hard to protect from the crueler parts of reality had betrayed her.
Dinah had never had much in the way of illusions, but somehow she'd managed to fool herself into believing that her own daughter would love her. Even after years apart, there would be something left of that brightly smiling girl that had been the center of her world.
A wordless shriek erupted from her and she flung herself from one side of the tub to the other, splashing loudly.
Being human meant nothing, except that she missed having hands. Missed being able to hold things and feel the flex of muscle beneath her skin.
She missed seeing her own face in the mirror. But she couldn't hold onto it, her body melting into formless liquid no matter how she tried.
Rage bubbled across her surface, escaping in hisses and pops. She was forgetting herself and she hated it.
Soon Dinah would cease to exist and all that would be left was Inque. Murderous Inque.
* * *
The world had grown strange while Ivy slept. The murmurs of the Earth had spoken of toxic water and disappearing plant life, but that meant nothing to the travesty humans had committed.
She wanted to weep.
Nearly all of the green had disappeared from the world, heartlessly wiped out by uncaring humans. It disgusted her to know how far they had gone.
It made her wonder how her progenitor could have let the world get like this. How could she have stood back and watched as forests were bulldozed and concrete had taken over for jungles.The mind of Pamela had been dead for years. The result of an unfortunate run-in with Bane. Her brain had been physically damaged when her head was split open like an overripe fruit. She was in a coma for eighteen years before she died.
Ivy didn't know how to feel. She'd known her progenitor had to be dead, otherwise she wouldn't have woken. But to know that she'd rotted away in a long-term care facility until her body completely failed?
It made her angry. And it scared her. But most of all it motivated her.
There was so much she needed to do. So much that Pamela hadn't been able to finish. And now Ivy needed to pick up the slack.
Right after she made a little money to fund her aggressive eco-conservationism.
* * *
Doctors, doctors, and mad scientists. Dinah had been to see them all and was losing hope. She would never be able to regain control over her form.
"You should try Dr. Green," one of her failed doctors had suggested. He'd been panicking when he threw the suggestion out, not wanting to receive her wrath.
"Dr. Green? Tell me more of this Dr. Green," she ordered.
He was only too happy to oblige. And she forced herself not to care that she seemed to be gaining a reputation for a murderous temper.
I'm not him. I'm better than him, she thought. But sometimes she wasn't completely sure.
In her childhood memory, that man had loomed larger than her parents. A terrifying visage, more formless blob than human, combined with violent rages that never completely left him. Not even after the gene-resequencers had given him back a face. He'd been her personal bogeyman even though he'd been nothing but gentle toward her.
He'd been her family's dark secret.
When she'd first taken on the mantle of Inque she'd promised herself she'd never become like that man. She was sacrificing her humanity for her daughter, for wealth and luxury and a chance to leave Gotham far behind her.
But look at me now, she thought, listening to the doctor babble in front of her.
A daughter that betrayed her and stole from her. A body that wasn't even a body anymore but a formless mass. And a kindle of rage burning at the heart of her, desperate to lash out in murderous rage.
Circles within circles, she'd somehow become worse than her grandfather. Except she wasn't a nightmare kept in the back of the house, she was front and center in her own life.
Dinah Hagen had become murderous Inque. She was a monster, and it was surprising how much it didn't bother her. Because it felt the same as it always had.
Maybe I was always a monster, she thought.