In the rooftop Botanical Garden, Poison Ivy ordered Superman to take out Batman, then sat on a chair piled with greenery, happily sipping her drink as she counted the freshly acquired cash.
"Ptooey, ptooey! That was close—I almost swallowed some Kryptonite powder..."
Poison Ivy was a very straightforward villain, a famous Gotham City environmentalist who firmly believed plant life mattered more than human life.
Originally, she had been a shy college student who loved plants. After being persecuted and subjected to plant toxin experiments, she survived the ordeal, her blood turned entirely into chlorophyll, and gained her current superpowers.
As for her personality, the transformation had been complete. Almost overnight, she had gone from a naive sweetheart to a scheming bitch.
So while Poison Ivy was indeed an escaped Arkham inmate, money had never been her goal, even if dollar bills were a lovely shade of green.
She wanted money to build a Botanical Garden, a world belonging to plants—ideally one that covered the entire globe.
"Poison Ivy, Pamela Lillian Isley, you instructed Catwoman to steal dirty money and manipulated Superman into attacking Batman. You were caught red-handed. Any last words?"
Russell stepped out of the shadows. Looking at Poison Ivy, who was still counting money, he shook his head repeatedly. "You offended both Superman and Batman, yet you still dared sit here leisurely counting cash. Should I call you recklessly bold, or say your intelligence is touching?"
"Who are you?"
Poison Ivy stared blankly at Russell as he emerged from the darkness, trying to figure out his identity.
A vigilante calling himself a superhero?
He didn't look like one!
"My name is Russell, a passing superhero."
"Hehe..."
Poison Ivy gave a dry laugh. She didn't believe Russell's nonsense for a second. He was even darker than Batman, so he