As it turned out, in some respects, watching women fight really was much more entertaining than watching men fight.
Besides, as the princess of Themyscira and a highly socially adept member of the elite, Diana had always had excellent manners.
Catwoman's public identity was a famous Gotham socialite, her secret identity was Gotham's even more famous master thief, Catwoman, and her even more secret identity was the mistress of a certain unidentified bat-themed brute, so her manners were actually decent enough too.
Thus, when the two of them beat up Poison Ivy, they considerately chose to listen to their victim's suggestion and spared her face.
Of course, they hit absolutely everything else.
"Um, is it really okay to beat her up this badly?"
Robin looked at Poison Ivy lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, in a state that was extremely difficult to put into words, and briefly sank into thought.
Then he chose to stop thinking.
After all, from a biological standpoint, she should have been thoroughly dead. The problem was that she was still very much alive, coughing from time to time and even sending the foam from her mouth flying everywhere.
"Relax. She isn't entirely human anymore. She's also an avatar of the Green. This much won't kill her. At worst, it'll leave her half-dead."
Thanks to the Green's influence, Poison Ivy's life was essentially in no danger unless the massive plant stretching dozens of kilometers from her body was burned away along with her, leaving not even ashes behind.
Of course, right now, she was in every kind of danger except mortal danger.
"Next, you just need to keep an eye on her and beat her up regularly to keep her from recovering. As for what comes next... judging by the time, he should be