Arkham City Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

She wanted to crawl to Quinn but Elder John and Samuel watched her curiously. “What’s the matter, Ivy, what happened to show me what you’re made of?” Elder John taunted. “Leave her be!” Quinn growled, getting to his feet. The poison was getting to him, but he had to show John he wasn’t weak. “Stay down dog!” John growled kicking him in the face. “The more you fight the poison the longer it takes to kill you. You might as well just lay there and let it work its magic.” Ivy tried getting to her feet, but she was too weak. She was able to get to her knees.

Han moved to my side in order to have the full understanding of what happened earlier and how I ended up this way. “How did you come in contact with poison ivy?” she questioned. My eyes closed briefly before I answered that it was the handwork of Amy, even though I was not sure if Draco knew about it or not. I was expecting her to get furious but she was still as calm as ever, to my surprise, and that was actually more dangerous than when she acts out her anger. “She mixed it into the incense so I couldn’t quickly decipher it. She’s openly declaring war and must have gotten the fact that I am allergic to the flower through her grandfather because it was a family thing” I remarked, a sigh fol

Poison ivy. “Great,” I muttered, resisting the urge to scratch at the sudden sensation as I stood. I didn’t know that poison ivy could cause a reaction that quickly, but it was already burning like hell. I made a mental note to keep a safe distance from Thea if I saw her anytime soon. But as I continued to stumble through the forest, the burning turned to fiery itching, followed by a strange, throbbing, swelling sensation in my ankle. I kept having to stop and breathe every few moments, resisting the urge to scratch for fear of spreading the infection.

They are now serving life in prison. My name is Ivanka Marie Harris. My parents are Mary and Donald Harris. I have four siblings: Tiffany, William, J.R. and Sharon. My nickname is Ivy. Like Poison Ivy because once my sisters' purposely made me hide in a bunch of poison ivy, playing hide and seek as a child. I looked awful and felt awful for two solid weeks. I'm the youngest child, but it was still my fault. I should have known better at 6 years old. They were 16 and 14 years old at the time. *********