Poison Ivy Arkham Knight Costume Novels & Stories

"And just so you know, this has nothing to do with you dressing provocatively on a regular basis. I'm a jealous man, but I don't want to change you. I just want you to feel the way I see you. Okay? Will you try that for me?" Her chin quivers. "Fine." Hating the sight of her upset, I reach for her, but she spins out of my reach—just as the clerk returns with a plastic garment bag. The clerk splits an apprehensive glance between us and hangs up the costume just inside the door. "This is our most expensive princess costume. It was actually worn by an extra in Knight in Shining Armor. Remember that movie? Anyway, if you don't like it or you need any help, let me know."

“But it is an honor.” Something icy prickles up my spine. Something about this doesn’t feel right. My heart is beating erratically for some reason, and my skin feels hot to the touch. “Are you a warrior?” “I am.” “From what pack?” He says nothing, his hands tucked behind his back. I examine his outfit–all black, with the same style of fighting leather as Isaac wears but stained a deep, inky obsidian that blends with the shadow the castle casts over him. The pack Obsidian Temple, maybe?

I could only pray he wasn’t outraged enough to kill me since I didn’t have the courtesy of time to change before he called me in. My blue pattern pajamas happened to be an armor made from a strange creature that showed up tears back, but due to the creation technique, it could also be taken as lingerie. I didn’t know I was putting it on, not until Jimmy’s head rolled over and hit my thighs. How stupid had I been to dress like a harlot before everyone in the pack? Now the ladies wouldn’t even trust me. “You’re observant.” He strode around me, sniffing my body as he made turns. “How did you know that Kyle had sabotaged the imposter?”

But understated. "I thought..." Arina gestured to the clothes. "I thought you should look like yourself. Not like... like you're playing a part." Kyrian touched the silk shirt. "Thank you." She handed him his medication case. "Don't forget." Two suppressants. One stabilizer. He took them without argument. Then he got dressed slowly, like each piece of clothing was armor. The pants. The shirt. The blazer. His mother had also laid out simple jewelry—a thin silver chain his grandmother had given him.

I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t. “Mr. Assistant, please give me… hmmm… just wait. I will think of a nice dress that will suit me. A white long-sleeve, a red robe with a hood, a pair of brown leather boots, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather gauntlets. Please produce them through activating my skill Limited Horizon,” I ordered. Then, I closed my eyes to imagine the materials I needed to. “Copy that. Requested items are possible to produce. The creation will proceed. This may take 10 seconds,” the voice replied to me. I smiled.

It was not a good sight. The guy smirked. "Hiya there. Who are you supposed to be?" Alice's brows rose in confusion. How could people not know who she was? Raven was the most powerful Teen Titans character, she was supposed to be far more popular than Robin or Beast, at least. Besides, her midnight blue cloak, purple lipstick, and thick foundation screamed Robin's character. "Nevermind that. Do you want a drink?" The red cup that the guy handed her was swirling with a dark, slimy-looking drink.

The fabric glittered with a pattern denoting her rank and position among the Hunters, as well as her personal mark: a blossoming rose, bleeding. The vampire really looked beautiful. Shiny raven-colored hair flowed down in a luxurious flow almost to his knees, and blue-black strands of bangs covered his thin, youthful face. The black clothes fit like a second skin. It consisted of a linen shirt with short sleeves without a collar and cambric pants that fit tightly to the legs. Over the dark clothes, the brunette wore a blue sleeveless vest with gold plaques, as well as a scarlet bandage-belt on his hips, also decorated with the sign of Kitoriya, to which was attached a long sword in a carved

My claws sank into its ribs, and I hurled it aside like it weighed nothing. “Damon!” Ivy’s voice was sharp behind me. I spun in time to see an enemy archer aiming straight at her. I moved faster than thought, shoving her down and taking the arrow myself. It sliced across my shoulder, burning with a faint green glow, Poison. The wolf in me roared, rage drowning the sting of the wound. I snapped the arrow in half, blood dripping onto the ash-streaked floor, and met Jace’s gaze across the chaos.

“Zarah and Shadow will heal you, sweetheart. We just need to get out of here. Fast.” I nodded. “I need to change to something.” “I brought you some clothes.” Kailin went to take the bag. “Help her get up, Knight.” “Okay. Take it easy.” Knight took off the probes attached to me. “I’ll wait outside,” Grandpa said. I took off the gown with Kailin holding me steady. “I can’t almost feel my arm.” “What—” His eyes widened. “What the fuck?” “What’s wrong, Knight?” “This poison is spreading fast each second?”

The moonlight dressed the land in a gleaming white layer. Within the silent gloom of Nova in Veil's armoury, Roy checked the straps of his black coat, tucked his gloves into place and lifted the collapsable mask from its stand. Black steel edges melding into a sleek, curved surface with that single ornate stone hanging from its left side. He didn’t put it on yet. Only held it. Looking at it. It meant something to him. The teardrop of the crimson jewel. Kieran finished buckling the straps of his combat harness, sliding his sword into place along his spine.