Welcome to Arcadia
Victor Zsasz, resplendent in a finely tailored black suit with solid silver cufflinks and incredibly-well polished shoes, stares blankly at the wondrous foliage growing in the Arcadia Glens arboretum, a good few miles east of Gotham. Nothing living, healthy, or vibrant in colour interests someone such as Mr. Zsasz.
He sometimes forgets to blink. He might as well be sleeping, watching these dull botanical life-forms in their pots and in their soil.
Look! A leaf! Look! A branch! Weeee! A little weed!
They're all going to die. Even evergreens die eventually. Whether through ill temperatures or by the hand of man. If Zsasz had his way, this entire greenhouse would be burnt to the ground, with all its awful, dull, pointless, petty life reduced to cinders. Maybe this is why he has always struggled to get on with-
"Poison Ivy. I was wondering when you would arrive." Zsasz extends a gloved hand for the green goddess to shake. Ugh. She looks far too healthy and far too alive. "I apologise for the elusiveness of my message. I hope I did not make you wonder about the purpose of this meeting too much."
He sometimes forgets to blink. He might as well be sleeping, watching these dull botanical life-forms in their pots and in their soil.
Look! A leaf! Look! A branch! Weeee! A little weed!
They're all going to die. Even evergreens die eventually. Whether through ill temperatures or by the hand of man. If Zsasz had his way, this entire greenhouse would be burnt to the ground, with all its awful, dull, pointless, petty life reduced to cinders. Maybe this is why he has always struggled to get on with-
"Poison Ivy. I was wondering when you would arrive." Zsasz extends a gloved hand for the green goddess to shake. Ugh. She looks far too healthy and far too alive. "I apologise for the elusiveness of my message. I hope I did not make you wonder about the purpose of this meeting too much."