The Art of Changing Faces

"Poison Ivy."

Ma Zhaodi carefully examined Poison Ivy, who was shackled inside the glass. Don't get the wrong idea—it wasn't because she was wearing very little clothing. Mainly, it was because the Poison Ivy of this universe was different from the other two universes he had visited.

Or rather, the Poison Ivys of all three universes were subtly different.

The Poison Ivy from the War of Jokes and Riddles was the youngest, around twenty years old. Her skin tone was no different from an ordinary person's, except for her emerald-green eyes and the few green leaves mixed into her hair. Normally, she wore a soft green bodysuit woven from layers of leaves.

The Poison Ivy from the Old Ma Universe was slightly older. She usually covered herself with a few clusters of leaves and did not wear clothes at all. Her skin was somewhat pale, and the green was not very obvious. Her usual green appearance came entirely from the grass and leaves attached to her body. She also had a rather unusual relationship with Catwoman.

As for this Poison Ivy from the Arkham Universe...

"She looks even older than the Poison Ivy from my universe." Ma Zhaodi thought to himself. "She wears even less clothing. That's because she herself is green, and photosynthesis takes place entirely through her skin. She doesn't need clothing woven from grass and leaves. She needs to let her skin come into contact with as much sunlight as possible."

That might have been the reason, but no matter what, her outfit was still a little too inappropriate for Jason. Ma Zhaodi continued covering his eyes with both hands.

"What is it? Let me see!" Jason shouted unhappily.

"It's something that can confuse your mind and wear down your willpower." Ma Zhaodi answered with a solemn