Arkham Knight Ivy Novels & Stories

She was a fan. Of my brother. A full-blown, delusional, glitter-heart fangirl. I stepped further inside. Her phone was still on the bed, screen lit up and yes, Brian Blake’s grinning face stared back at me like he knew. I was going to lose my mind. “You don’t knock now?” came Ivy’s voice from behind me. I turned. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, hair still a little messy from sleep, and wearing that ridiculous robe that showed too much of her legs and not enough self-preservation.

He does not hesitate. He bursts in. Inside, Ivy is slumped against a wall. Her clothes are torn, dirty, hanging off her. Blood smears her skin, a dark echo of bruises. Her hair is damp with sweat. She is barely conscious, lips trembling, eyes half-closed. Eve steps forward, clapping slowly. “Ah, here he comes. The savior. My, my, Damien Voss. Always the hero. And you are just in time to watch your little pet fall apart.”

"I’ve spent... my whole life... trying to break you, Ivy. And all I did... was build a queen who knows how to use the whip." As the first light of dawn touched the frost on the windows, Dante fell into a deep, death-like sleep. His skin was still pale, but the violent tremors had ceased, replaced by a strange, iridescent sheen on his arms—the same glow Ivy had seen in the vault. Ivy dressed in the dark, her movements precise and cold. She packed the Red Boxes, the tablet, and the silver dagger. She looked at the digital recorder one last time, tempted to smash it, but instead, she tucked it into her pocket.

Atlas, the red eyed alpha shot at the one who remained behind the slab, “For all we know these miscreants could’ve brought us the wrong girl.” “Atlas.” The one to touched my hair chided, “Breathe.” The red eyed Alpha grunted as he went behind the slab, same as the one who cautioned him. They remained silent, still staring at me like I was spoiled goods. “What is your name?” Nik, he had a gentle voice. I couldn’t help but stutter, “Ivy. Ivy Amire.” “Amire?” He raised a brow, “I don’t know of any family with that name.”

“God, Elias, you’re useless. You should’ve retired five years ago.” “You should’ve shut your mouth twenty years ago!” he barked, slamming the laptop closed. “You don’t know anything about business! You think I liked having to call Viktor for a loan? That man sold arms during wartime!” “Maybe he should’ve sold you instead,” Ivy muttered from where she sat cross-legged near the closet, dressed in an oversized hoodie that used to belong to a maid she once screamed at for “breathing too loud.” Her hair was in a greasy bun, and she was trying to scrub a stain off her only pair of leggings.

"Hey, sweetheart. We're here to help you." The child looked up, and Wren felt something in her chest crack entirely at the sight of eyes that carried, unmistakably, the same particular silver-flecked darkness she saw in her own reflection — the specific mark, Ezra had once explained, of Nightshade blood running especially strong and true. "What's your name?" Wren asked, working the lock with hands gone suddenly, dangerously unsteady. "Ivy," the child whispered, barely audible. "My name is Ivy."

Dylan picked her up taking her back to Aunt Freda’s house hoping she would have the answers needed to help Ivy. Dylan kicked the door open calling out to Freda as Ivy writhed in pain her skin discoloured her head throbbed. Whimpering wishing she were dead. Freda hearing the commotion rushed up to them her eyes scanned over ivy and widen in shock. “What happened to her?” Freda, she watches ivy as she thrashes about now on the couch. Freda’s eyes filled with concern. Freda’s cool hand rested on Ivy’s head and paused her green eyes shot up to meet Dylan’s. “Her powers. they are here.”

She left her room and tiptoed to the kitchen where she made herself coffee before sitting in the dark living room to drink it. "Hmm tastes good" She said reminiscing on today's scenario. "Raphael" She chuckled on saying that name. She had been the architect to the disappearance of their vamps but the blame could be on the memebers of the alliance. She's exactly the badass in the game and by now someone should have known what she was but what exactly? Raven or Raven's cohort? She turned on her laptop and surfed through the Internet for a while before writing an article against Carly. "I wonder if I am doing this for myself alone or for Luca as well. Pttff! I won't believe Luca is exactly diff

IVY. I was almost startled out of my skin by the calm funny voice that cut through my self-pity. My head jerked up and my breath caught my tear-streaked face, likely looking like a snotty startled raccoon. Ivette was standing there seemingly emerging from the shadows themselves. She was as usual a vision in an almost comical Goth-chic ensemble: long raven hair black as a night without the moon fell around her framing a face with precise black mascara and lipstick that somehow managed to be dramatic without being clownish.

she then broke the hug, "and that's my husband Vincenzo and my son, Ace." ** A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best buddies with your bro," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."