Arkham Knight Ivy Novels & Stories

“Ugh!” Ivy winced, pain shooting through her body and dragging a groan from her lips. Her eyes snapped open. Something didn’t feel right—no, everything felt wrong. And then—“AAAH!” “I’m sorry, Miss Kim!” came a startled voice. “Who are you?!” Ivy shot up, her instinct kicking in fast. Her hands fumbled for the blanket, pulling it tight over her chest like armor. What the hell—how had someone gotten into her room?

It is a woman but her hair is Greg. I stand up from the concrete floor, tottering as I stand up. I look at her and press my back on the wall. She is beautiful and wearing a grey cotton gown. Her eyes are a little narrower and positioned on me. Her lips are spread but chiseled. Her very long grey hair was out behind her. “Who are you, girl?” She places her hand on my shoulders. “Ivy… Ivy Timber” she is not that quite old, she just doesn’t look young but her hair is grey with wrinkles around the forehead.

If the reddened state of her face wasn't proof enough that something wicked had touched her, the prints definitely did it. Ivy turned away from her, and walked over to her mirror. She didn't flinch when she saw the damage done to her. In fact, she touched it. Despite the extra burn contact with it caused, she touched it, registering the pain in her head. It was a pain she wanted to memorize for the future. Because in that future, there would be vengeance. And when vengeance came, she would dare the anti’s to tell her she wasn't justified. “Did Natasha do this to you?”

She had ripped the IV from her arm; blood stained her cloth in a thin, angry line. Her gaze darted from Tom to me. "Can I see my mother?" she asked. "You can see your mother anytime you wish, Ivy," I said, eyes flicking to the wound in her hand. "But why did you pull the drip and rush out?" Inwardly I prayed she hadn’t listened to my conversation with Tom. "I overheard," Ivy said bluntly. Tom’s hand slid to his sword. I shot him a sharp look. "Don’t you—" I swallowed the rest. I composed myself and said to Tom, "You are dismissed."

Ivy I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him standing in the doorway, snow melting on his dark coat, that calm, predatory stillness, and those eyes that already knew every filthy secret I’d ever whispered to the camera. By four in the morning, I gave up. I crept downstairs in nothing but an oversized sweater and tiny sleep shorts, the house dark except for the soft glow of the Christmas tree. My nipples were already tight from the chill… or maybe from the knowledge that he was somewhere under the same roof.

C Ivy ✍️

Her scent seems to be everywhere. "I I ain't available " I returned to my laptop. "It's a call fro. St Martin's Hospital. " Snatched the phone from his hand "Hello" There was silence at the end of the line. "Hello, this is St Martin's Hospital, Miss Ivy has regained consciousness. " "Yes!" I jumped into the air and did a little dance before regaining control of myself. "Thank you" The call was dropped immediately.

Just a silence that tasted wrong. We rested at Peak Pack. We decided to wait; better to move when the road didn’t look like a war. Ivy was a live wire in a limp suit…the second she woke, her eyes searched for exits like she knew doors were the only thing that mattered. So we kept knocking her out until she slept like a stone. It felt ugly, but it worked. When she surfaced, she’d be scanning for a door. When she was down, she was weight and warmth and something I could carry without worrying she’d slip away.

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.

she said. "You? How are you feeling? I'm sorry that you needed to see all of that," Jace said. "I'm fine. I should be thankful to both of you. Thank you for saving me and my aunt. I owe you," Ivy told us. ___ It was 12:00 AM and I was in my library when I heard someone knock on the door. I put the book on the coffee table before standing up and opening the door. "Ivy," I called. She didn't say a word. Instead, she went for a hug. I wasn't able to respond to her hug because I froze at where I was standing. I couldn't move as her body stunned me intentionally.