Please Don't Use the Amplifier and Earpiece at the Same Time

Russell was bound head to toe by thorny vines and hung upside down beneath the glass ceiling of Central Garden. More than a dozen Venus flytrap giant pythons surrounded him, shoulder to shoulder, as if discussing how to deal with this juicy morsel right at their mouths.

Russell ignored them and waited for the real owner to appear.

The garden floor rumbled and shook as a massive mound rose up. Dozens of thick vines spread outward, and at the center stood an enormous pink flower bud.

A faint sweetness filled the air—the scent of nectar, or perhaps poison. Who could say for sure when it came to plants?

The flower bud slowly opened, its petals blooming one after another, and the sweet scent grew even stronger.

Russell narrowed his eyes. Blue light lit up on his Deathstroke mask as he looked toward the dangerous figure ahead.

Petal after petal formed a bathtub-like container, filled with transparent nectar that carried a sweet fragrance. A voluptuous woman with long red hair reclined against the petals within it.

Poison Ivy!

This green-skinned beauty with a killer figure was named Pamela Isley, Gotham's plant queen and a famous environmentalist.

In her view, plant life was more valuable than human life. If anyone damaged plants, she would kill them without mercy and drag them into the soil as fertilizer.

Still, it was said that she was redeemed later on.

Here, "redeemed" did not refer to her skin color. It meant that Poison Ivy later became active in the DC universe as an antihero.

Of course, she really could lighten her skin as well. As long as she controlled the plant toxins and chlorophyll beneath her skin, she could become just like a normal person.

That required a long period of effort and practice. At the