Perhaps the rain had revitalized Poison Ivy. She could be considered a plant, so it made sense that she enjoyed being watered.
At midnight in Gotham, breathing the familiar air, she raised her head and called loudly for the plants to answer. This was the authority she held as the representative of The Green.
Though only days after becoming its representative, she had run off on vacation with Harley, acting as though she cared nothing about the job.
When Swamp Thing had been the representative, he teleported all over the world from one logging camp to another. Wherever people cut down trees, he was there.
Poison Ivy's thinking was more flexible. Swamp Thing had been more like a servant of the Parliament of Trees, while she had once run with Queen of May. In her view, cutting down trees was no big deal—cut away. As long as moss or flowers remained, they were still part of The Green.
Her ideas about environmentalism were no longer as extreme as before. After joining the Birds of Prey, she had learned plenty from Barbara and realized that 71 percent of Earth's surface was ocean. Rather than stubbornly insisting on environmental work on land, it was better to consider cultivating plant species that could grow in the deep sea.
Humans were hardly going to dive tens of thousands of meters beneath the sea to harvest worthless aquatic weeds, were they?
Once her mindset changed, she became far more easygoing. That was why she had so much time to fool around with Harley.
"Who the hell is yelling out here in the middle of the night? Are you crazy?! I'll kill you!"
There was a cardboard box sheltering from the rain beneath a park bench not far away. When Poison Ivy shouted, a filthy head