"First, we need to figure out a few things," Schiller began. "Is it true that you're short on plant toxins?"
"Of course. When dealing with people like you, I only tell the truth. Otherwise, there's no way I could fool you." Poison Ivy sighed. "That little bastard Peter Parker took too much. The dosage he used was too high, which messed up Gotham's residents mentally afterward. Then they came to me for antidotes, and he used up all my stock."
"This stuff can regenerate, but it comes from my blood. So its regeneration rate depends on how quickly my blood regenerates, and my blood regenerates no faster than an ordinary person's. The large amount of neurotoxin I had was accumulated over a long time, not produced all at once."
"That would lower your combat ability, right?"
"Of course, especially against people. Sneaking a Vines into someone's ankle can leave them unable to move in less than a second. It's perfect for ambushes. Without it, I generally don't go out at night."
"Then your reduced combat ability must have affected your fight against the contaminated plants, right?"
"Uh, this stuff doesn't work on plants..."
"But it seriously affected your state of mind."
"I wouldn't call it serious."
"It definitely had an effect. I'm a Psychology Professor, trust me."
"Mm, fine. I suppose there was a little."
"Then Batman owes you an explanation."
"What explanation?"
Because Peter Parker was brought here by him. He was his Robin. If Peter Parker hadn't taken your neurotoxin, how would it have affected your later fight against the contaminated plants? If you hadn't been at a disadvantage, how would you have been forced to defend yourself by attacking the energy core? And if you hadn't needed to defend yourself, how could a battle accident have opened