5554/Pamela Isley and the Cult of the Batman

Pamela Isley and the Cult of the Batman
Date of Scene:	14 October 2018
Location:	Isley Gardens, Gotham
Synopsis:	Batman pays Ivy a visit in her Garden.
Cast of Characters:	Batman, Poison Ivy

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Batman has posed:
    Batman keeps a close eye on the Isley Gardens for good reason, but as of late he's been keeping his distance. If he's watching, it's been from afar via drones and remote cameras. He hasn't paid a personal visit in some time. Tonight is different, though, and when he arrives it is without a sound. He is just standing in the corner of the cottage, half-shrouded in darkness: "We need to talk."

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley was in a nightgown, brushing her hair. She turns to look at you, eyebrow rasied. "What is it?" she finally asks, tilting her head, hoping that you wern't going to ask about the small amount of yellowcake uranium she ordered online recently for research purposes. "Can't you knock?"

Batman has posed:
    "I don't knock," Batman answers, not moving from his position in the corner. He immediately moves on to the most pressing issue in mind, his voice stern and deep, "What is your relationship with the Foot Clan?"

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley smiles faintly. "I still have many friends, Batman. Just because I am walking a different path does not mean I will forsake my friends that are still... the thorns in your side. Why are you asking about the Foot C...." She trails off. "A petty thief. Is that what you are admitting to? That you snuck into my room, rifled through my closet, and stole something of mine? I'd like to have it back."

Batman has posed:
    "Glass houses, Ivy," the Bat says in reply, moving over towards the closet and fetching out the batarang, "This belongs to me." He drops it, fetching up the cape fragment, "Mine, also." He looks at the hunk of hair but doesn't touch that nor comment on it, "Is it that different of a path if you're assisting the very people who are a cancer on Gotham? I'm not playing games here."

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley blinks. "I have undergone some training with them, in exchange for my special touch on one of their bases. That is all. Since you would never teach me self-defense, I found one who would. I realize that the Green isn't enough. I need to know how to fight." She then snatches back to batarang and the cape fragment. "I want my headband back."

Batman has posed:
    Batman frowns, reaching into his belt and producing the headband which he keeps clasped in his hands, "These people are a pestilence. You may no longer care about Gotham, but I do. If I find that you're helping them I'll burn this garden to the ground and lock you up in Arkham again. Don't think I won't." He takes a step forward and winces slightly, cape sliding away for a moment to reveal a blood-stained section of his suit at his torso that has been bandaged. A fresh wound by the look of it. He balls up the headband and throws it back to her. He sighs after a moment, whatever aggressive spike having passed, "This is not a mutual arrangement. I don't benefit from having you out of Arkham. You're here because I believe you can do better. But involving yourself with the Foot Clan. Dabbling in nuclear materials? That's not a new path, Ivy. That's your old, destructive path with a different coat of paint."

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley nods. "I haven't seen much of them lately. Perahps you're right. I would make three statements. One. I can help with your fresh wound. Two. If you could arrange for some kind of martial arts training so I can learn to defend myself. Three. Let me show you why I ordered some questionable material." It was a small amount of the least-potent version of uranium.

Batman has posed:
    Batman doesn't answer or move immediately. Part of him is telling him to just leave, while the logical side suggests that leaving now would only push Ivy back in the direction he's insisting she not go. In the end he lets out a grunt and moves forward, "I'll see what I can arrange. And I'll hear you out." In answer to her tending the wound he simply curls his fingers under the bottom of the suit's upper half and peels it up. The wound beneath is surrounded by a fairly vicious bruise, and looks like a small calibre gunshot wound. Nothing vital was hit and the bullet hasn't gone deep, but he's had no chance to do anything other than patch it up.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley nods slowly. "A gunshot. You must be miserable. I know how much you hate guns," she muses as she looks into it. She fetches a pair of forceps. "Anyone else, I'd offer something for the pain. I doubt you'd accept considering our prior conversation." She looks up at you. "Ready?"

Batman has posed:
    "Better pointed at me than the woman they were going to shoot," Batman answers flatly, keeping one hand to hold the suit out of the way and the other curled up in a fist at his side. He glances down at Ivy through the impassive white lenses of his cowl and nods, "Do it."

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley nods as she carefully uses the forceps to reach in and pull the bullet out. "Good thing it's small-caliber," she states as she then grabs a tube and squirts something into the hole. It'd tingle and be warm. "My own healing salve. It is very effective in small doses." She then puts a bandage over the wound. "It should heal up rapidly." She then sighs. "You wanted to know about the uranium. There's a reason. I'm trying to breed a plant that can neutralize ambient radiation. Similar to why they use sunflowers in toxic dump sites, but something that can do the job faster."

Batman has posed:
    When the treatment is over, Batman once again sets his suit back in place. When she begins to explain, he nods his head thoughtfully, "I can understand that. Although next time you need something like that, you should let me know. I'm going to find out anyway, and if I know ahead of time I won't end up confiscating it before it reaches you. I would have picked up the uranium but it was such a small amount and I had something else to deal with."

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley nods. "That's why I only ordered a small amount. And the research is promising. The plant I have has absorbed most of the radioactivity already. Though it's dying. It's not perfect yet." She sighs softly.

Batman has posed:
    For a change, the Bat decides to try something he doesn't normally do. Encouragement. "You'll get there." That said, he begins to move back towards the exit, "Do you need anything else?"

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley smiles faintly. "I'm going to do some research on some foreign plants that might help me." She smiles. "How is the healing salve doing? It should arlready be making a difference." She hands you the small vial. "And - I really would like to learn some new moves for self-defense - for one, a healthy body and a healthy mind are connected as you'd well know."

Batman has posed:
    "Next time I'm here, I'll walk you through the basics," Batman promises, nodding his head in reply. He glances down at the hole in his suit where the bandaged wound can be seen, "It's working."

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley nods slowly. "Oh, to answer one concern, I have not seen any Foot activity in a while. I will be cordial to any who visit my garden, even your enemies, but I don't think I'll be helping then any more."

Batman has posed:
    "I won't ask you to join in my fight, Ivy," Batman answers with a nod, halfway out the door, "But that's a good start." That said, he steps outside.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela Isley just ponders, holding the headband. Maybe it was a mistake. It's one thing to be cordial to the rogues of Gotham - that might've been too far. Besides, she hasn't seen any sign of Oroko Saki or Karai or any of the other Foot in months. So - she throws the headband away, and pulls the covers of her bed back. She really does wish she could Bat-proof her garden...