1374. The First Meeting Meme

[loveshernerds]

The First Meeting Meme

Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others.  Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met.  If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme

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Poison Ivy | DC | Het for smut - OTA for gen

[herbalpoison]

[cloakedarkness]

Ty had the usual assorted clothes one would expect a guy in his early twenties to be washing. The odder clothes were the ones he kept setting into a different pile, each time with a sigh. Pink shirts, skirts, a few bras, and even a white unitard were all set aside. The way he was handling them, an on-looker would think they were radioactive.

[herbalpoison]

Not so much radioactive as just 'delicate'. Ivy had seen more than one man become completely inept when faced with women's clothing and how to properly wash them. She, for her part, had been chased out of her more recent hideout and therefore needed to seek a laundromat to ensure she didn't wind up smelling as bad as her fertilizer.

In a very dismissive tone as she started sorting her own clothes in the machine two down from him, she said, "I do hope you're not intending to throw those all in one load."

[cloakedarkness]

"You're not supposed to?" He sounds completely out of his element. Ask him to teleport an entire train of orphans before the train goes off the tracks? Sure. Do his and Tandy's laundry without turning everything to a shade of gray or shrinking it into doll-sized clothes? A Herculean task. The fact there's now a green woman talking to him and he's ready toss in the towel.

He held up one of the bras, squinting down at the tag. Any appeal there was at handling his crime-fighting partner's lingerie was lost in the utter confusion of how the fuck this was supposed to go in the washer and dryer.

[herbalpoison]

She gave a small huff of a sigh at the befuddled expression on his face. "Don't you have a bag for those to go into?" She gestured at the lingerie. Nudging the white leotard, she added, "You never mix any colors and whites, darling. That's how terrible tragedies happen."

[cloakedarkness]

Bag? Ty blinked for a moment, then something clicked. Oh yeah, so that's what Tandy had been going on about. He pulled one out, sorting the lingerie into it. Okay, so maybe she was green, but she was helping him out. That canceled out any Wicked Witch childhood warnings going through Cloak's mind.

"Thanks for the tip. I can't afford to replace any of this stuff if it gets ruined. We're on a budget." Hell, they were on no budget. Some superheroes got to have cool secret hideouts and billionaire secret identities. Then there was Cloak and Dagger, the world's only homeless superhero team. Tandy would blast him to Moscow if he ruined the only uniform she had.

[herbalpoison]

"Aren't we all?" Her budget could be extended with a few excursions if she so wanted, so it wasn't as limiting as a do-gooder's.

"Just try to keep that in mind, hmm? Whites by themselves, delicates in the bag to keep them from getting shredded." She dumped in her own bag of lingerie, adding a small amount of biodegradable soap.

[cloakedarkness]

Sorting out the last few of Tandy's shirts, all colorful, he dumped the load of darks into the washer. "Thanks for the help, Ms....? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

[herbalpoison]

"Ivy. They're lovely delicates. I'd hate to see them ruined." Her load set, she picked up a book and went to go seat herself on one of the scoop-seated plastic chairs that lined one wall.

#8!

[birdversus]

When they threw Tim in the cell, he wasn't Robin. At least, he wasn't in Robin's usual attire. Dressed in normal clothes, one would never guess who he really was.

"See how you like it in there, brat," one of the guards chuckles, and Tim, seconds too late, tries to get to the door before they close him in with his new roommate. At Arkham Asylum, he's really concerned about who that roommate could be.

[herbalpoison]

She was always irritated when they decided to use her cell as some kind of form of entertainment or punishment. Occasionally, they threw someone in with her that she truly did want to harm, and those were acceptable. Others, it was like they were waiting for her to either poison the dupe or use her other attributes on them. That was the part that annoyed her the most.

She stayed on her cot, lounging with her back to the wall and her feet braced on the edge of the bed, knees up and arms resting on top of them. "Welcome to my parlor..."

[birdversus]

This was usually about the time Batman showed up and Tim slipped out of whatever dangerous situation they'd got themselves in. But tonight, he knew Batman wasn't coming. Mainly, because this was Robin's mission. Alone. Undercover. And he failing at it, royally.

Hearing Poison Ivy's voice in the back of the cell and turning to find the gorgeous redhead there? Yeah. Not exactly how he thought this night would turn out.

"Your...parlor?" he asked.

[herbalpoison]

"'Said the spider to the fly'," she finished the quote, looking up at him with mild annoyance. "Really. What are they teaching you in schools nowadays? They do still have books, don't they?" Her faith in the younger generation was less than none, and the look he was giving her wasn't helping.

She wondered what it was they expected her to do with this one; kill or play. Not that she was inclined to do either for anyone's benefit but her own, and he hadn't given her any cause to pick one side or the other.

[birdversus]

"Yeah, although some schools have, uh, tablets now, instead. You know." In the sweatshirt, Tim doesn't look nearly as buff as he is, and he's glad of that. Right now, the single last thing he needs is Ivy making him for Robin. She doesn't seem to notice though, and if he plays the stupid kid card for a while longer, he doubts she ever will.

"Sorry to be, uh, in your...parlor," he says, swallowing. "I'm not supposed to be in here at all, actually." He glances out the window. This is going to be a tight escape, and with Ivy there, it's going to be difficult both making it look like an accident and leaving her behind.

[herbalpoison]

"No kidding. What did they snag you for, jaywalking? Oh, wait, no; graffiti. Is this your scared straight encounter?"

She grinned at him over the tops of her knees, her hands sliding down to rest on the cot. "And now you'll promise to never, ever do it again..."

[birdversus]

"Hacking, actually," Tim says, a little tersely. Does he really look that green? It would probably be in his favor if he did, but he can't help but be a bit irked as he stands on his tip-toes to peek out the window. Two guards patrolling the corridor. If he makes it past them, he's got to get to the control room and shut down the lights so he can get out, then remotely set them back on once he's clear and---jeez. Complicated.