Arkham City Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

Not too far from the rouge lands but who cares about the orphans anyway. The garden had long since become a patch of weeds. Where vegetable gardens used to thrive, now hold weeds taller than the windows. The grass yellow and dead, the building is falling apart. It’s paint peeled, the roof leaked, the windows were cracked and the porch is falling apart but hidden inside is Ivy- no matter her surroundings she’s a bright light to everyone around her. Ivy is 5’5 has long blonde hair and Green eyes, she has a petite figure and is timid but has a golden heart and she cares deeply for those around her.

"Ivy came by last month. Told me she was leaving. She made a complete copy of every high-altitude herbal formula she'd spent two years developing and left it with me." She pulled a leather-bound journal from beneath the counter and opened it. Ivy's neat handwriting filled every page — plant diagrams and dosage notes. "She said she was afraid that after she left, no one in Blackwood would carry on her work. That come autumn and winter, the wounded wouldn't have the medicines they needed." The old she-wolf paused, lifting her eyes to him. "You're her mate? Then you should know — her herbal research papers have been cited by three packs. Last year, the hemostatic powder she developed single-han

THIRD POV The night is beautiful and a little bit windy. People are move to and fro, the different forms of lights are igniting the entire city. Ivy got off a black car, parked by the road. She is on a black hoodie, black face cap, dark shades, blue jeans and black sneakers. The car drove off, leaving her standing by the road with her two hands in her pocket. She looked ahead and across the road. Her eyes rested on a huge hospital building, with the name, MADONNA PEACE TEACHING HOSPITAL written at the top of the building.

Blake’s voice was tense. "Ivy gave me poison, not only worsening my depression but also contaminating my breast milk, causing our daughter Ava to develop colic! Do you think that’s not serious enough?" I shouted. "No! I didn’t know the medication was harmful! You're framing me!" Ivy shook her head, desperately trying to explain. "Framing you?" I sneered and pulled out the report from the Moonblade Pack doctor, slamming it onto Blake's face. "This is evidence! You’d better take a look for yourself!"

Ivy turns around and runs out of the training field, holding the book, map and touch light. I wonder how she'll successfully sneak back with all that load. About to leave the place, I hear a loud wince from the forest. Tracing the sound, I see someone hanging upside from a tree, his legs being held up with a rope tied to the tree. There's a small dart on the side of his head. Someone had set a trap, and this unlucky fellow had triggered it, falling into it. Wait, this is the exact route Ivy was coming towards. This gal better fall in ye trap so we all leave.

‘I don’t know if you can see her right now, but Ivy appears to be in dreadful shape. I grit my teeth. I understand where Gamma Everly is coming from, but she doesn’t understand the circumstances, the pressure we’re under, what we have to lose. Ivy is living on stolen time right now. Temporary solutions won’t help any more–we need to remove her from the situation entirely. ‘She’s been poisoned,’ I reply bluntly. ‘Same as the king.’ At that, Gamma Everly’s eyes widen in horror. But before she gets the chance to respond, the witch suddenly slides her finger along the trigger, cocking her wrist so it’s angled towards all three of my allies.

Aston stepped out of the infirmary before he returned in his hands, he was clutching a set of herbs that he placed in front of Levy and started grinding them in the pestle as he explained, “ Poison of ivy is like a bane for witches just like how silver reacts when it touches our skin—— but two times worse. Unlike silver that can be extracted with the help of healers' magical powers, the poison of ivy is something that sticks to the skin of witches and does not budge until it's forcefully ejected.”

When they finally breached the surface, the air they inhaled was thick with the scent of a dying city. Ivy coughed, her lungs burning, her eyes stinging from the brine. She looked at Dante. In the flickering firelight, he looked like a god made of obsidian and scars. He hauled her onto a narrow, slimy ledge beneath the pier, pinning her against the wood with the sheer mass of his body.

Only after clearing enough space around the vehicle did Ivy finally climb out of the truck completely, kneeling on its roof while continuing to fire at the monsters that kept pouring out from broken buildings, shattered windows, and abandoned streets. "Keep moving!" Ivy shouted as she steadied herself on top of the armoured vehicle. Darren immediately slammed his foot down on the accelerator. Bang! Bang! Bang! Monsters kept dropping dead one after another, their rotten smell becoming so overwhelmingly thick that Ivy had started feeling a terrible ache in her stomach. Her nose felt as though it was about to give up completely from the unbearable stench, and her eyes watered slightly, but she