Toxic [Closed, In Progress]
WHO: The Goddamn Batman and Poison Ivy
WHAT: It's a TRAP (not the Bridget kind)
WHERE: The Jungle
WHEN: Day 225
It had been sheer luck that Bruce and the others had managed to retrieve Nise from the jungle two nights ago without incident. Or had it? Had Ivy just wanted the boy out of her territory, and kept the plants from attacking so they could just take him away? Or was it an act of kindness-- Nise was young, and Ivy had always shown an affection for the young that she never showed the adult world. Or was it perhaps this? She had never been the kind to ask for help, except when she had no other alternatives, and this certainly qualified as that kind of situation. But how long had it been, how long had she been trapped like that before her pride had finally waned and weakened enough for her to send a cry out for aid?
Certainly, if it was to help her "children", she would have asked right away, but in comparison to her care for them, she was as reckless with herself as Bruce was with himself. The details, however, wouldn't particularly matter until he got there. Making sure he had enough low-grade explosives and that his hand-held laser were still working in case whatever she was trapped under was too heavy to move with just leverage.
Swathed in black, his costume hidden beneath the standard clothes-- after all, he had written in the journals that he was coming for her, and it wouldn't do for anyone to recognize him as Batman if he needed to carry her back to get her medical treatment-- the Dark Knight set off into the jungle, swift as a panther, silent as a whispered breeze.
WHAT: It's a TRAP (not the Bridget kind)
WHERE: The Jungle
WHEN: Day 225
It had been sheer luck that Bruce and the others had managed to retrieve Nise from the jungle two nights ago without incident. Or had it? Had Ivy just wanted the boy out of her territory, and kept the plants from attacking so they could just take him away? Or was it an act of kindness-- Nise was young, and Ivy had always shown an affection for the young that she never showed the adult world. Or was it perhaps this? She had never been the kind to ask for help, except when she had no other alternatives, and this certainly qualified as that kind of situation. But how long had it been, how long had she been trapped like that before her pride had finally waned and weakened enough for her to send a cry out for aid?
Certainly, if it was to help her "children", she would have asked right away, but in comparison to her care for them, she was as reckless with herself as Bruce was with himself. The details, however, wouldn't particularly matter until he got there. Making sure he had enough low-grade explosives and that his hand-held laser were still working in case whatever she was trapped under was too heavy to move with just leverage.
Swathed in black, his costume hidden beneath the standard clothes-- after all, he had written in the journals that he was coming for her, and it wouldn't do for anyone to recognize him as Batman if he needed to carry her back to get her medical treatment-- the Dark Knight set off into the jungle, swift as a panther, silent as a whispered breeze.