Poison Ivy Arkham Knight Costume นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I hope you have a better plan cause I want to keep it interesting. It's been so long since I had a good fight." "I've got things on my sleeve and I'm not planning on being merciful with a quick and painless death." "Good. Cause I'm not either." The butterflies flew around Ruby, surrounding her body and turning into light before melting into a new outfit. Instead of her purple Gothic dress, she wore a black cloak and a dark grey sleeveless battle leotard underneath as well as long black gloves and thigh-high socks and metal boots. She summoned Azrael in front of her and grasped it with her right hand preparing to attack.

I sighed and got out of the bed. "Here some extra clothes for you" Ivy threw a bunch of clothes at me . A black top along with a black shirt and pants and black thigh high boots . "Trust me about the boots" She told me after looking at the expression on my face. I left for the restrooms in the corner of the hall to shower and change. "Much better" Dom and Ivy approved my dressing and smiled. I simply shrugged my shoulders and walked towards them. "Here , put this on" Dom gave me two knives and something that looked like a gear. Ivy took it from me and adjusted the gear on me and the knives in the right place.

The Guardians have been forced into mate bonds too many times in their history. “Let’s see how it goes.” Alpha Rik says to me. Later that evening, I’ve dressed for the party. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m in standard royal Elven attire with a long-sleeved undershirt and a short-sleeved navy blue overshirt with elvish stitching across the chest and sleeves. I complete the look with a silver sash that wraps around my waist. My navy-blue pants and knee high boots match the overshirt.

Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC. KILLAM HAD WORN A lot of disguises over the years. It came with the job. Most weren't all that impressive. Just something to alter his appearance slightly. None of that came close to strolling around a crowded lawn dressed up as though he were the worst nightmare in Friday the 13th. At least he and Ivy were armed with guns. Something tangible. He glanced down at her and couldn't help but smile. She'd had a lightweight maroon hoodie in the bag she'd brought with her. With the hood up to hide her blonde hair and the mask, she was invisible. Just another person out taking in the day.

Well, she doesn't care about it though because there is only one person that she came here for and that is her husband, Damian. Everyone is watching them and even though it's irritating the heroine, he didn't acknowledge the stares and ignored them to only meet a pair of eyes she despises… Raven. She is wearing a tube cocktail dress with a long sleeved leather black blazer. She also partnered it with her knee high leather boots that she really likes to wear. She also wears black fingerless gloves and also on her hair that is fixed sideways is a long white ribbon that few only knows the purpose. Beside her is Lhyrys who is wearing a matching suit with her outfit, Cedric who wears a red one an

But Ivy Blake would go to that interview and she'd do whatever it took to get permanently hired at the Vulture's Nest. I spent the next few hours preparing. Showered and did my makeup with more care than usual. Chose dark jeans that fit well and a black tank top that showed my fake tattoos. Added the leather jacket and boots that completed the look. By the time I was done, Ivy Blake stared back at me from the mirror with confidence I didn't actually feel. The Vulture's Nest looked different in daylight. Less threatening somehow without the darkness and cigarette smoke obscuring everything. The neon sign was off and only two motorcycles sat outside instead of the dozen from last night.

My throat ran dry and I squeezed my eyes shut, instantly regretting putting myself in such a dangerous state. “Hope no one saw you,” Ivy's rough voice caused the hairs on my nape to rise as she spoke to the man I had seen creeping out of one of the caves. My eyes popped open when a gruff voice responded, saying, “No one saw me.” Slightly, I poked out my head from behind the tree and peeked at them from over my thick lashes. “Did you bring it?” Ivy inquired, dressed in a black cloak with its oversized Cape hanging over her head.

“I still can’t believe we live in the same building. It’s—” Victor pushes me back against his front door. I gasp as he drops to his knees in front of me. He reaches up between my breasts and unzips my costume all the way down to my ankles. I wanted to go as the traditional Harley Quinn, so I wore a black and red jumpsuit that looks like a court jester’s costume. But instead of the hat, I let my dark curls run wild. I got the suit a few years ago when I was a little thinner, so it’s snug all over me and not just in certain places. It feels like a second skin, but it actually gave me some extra confidence tonight. Enough that I’ve been far bolder than I ever have with anyone before.

"I'm not wearing a dress to a battle." "It's a festival not a battle." "It's both and you know it." I found black jeans and a dark red shirt that wouldn't show blood. "Joanna is going to be there, probably wearing my face, we need to be ready." Ryker walked in shirtless showing off the four black scars on his back, they looked like war paint. "Anna's right, we dress for war not for a party." "Fine but at least wear this," Ronald held up a silver necklace with the Silverfang pack symbol. "It's spelled to protect against glamour magic, if Joanna tries to disguise herself as you this will glow."

The thought twisted something in my chest. I went to the market alone and set about finding each of them something decent to wear. After a long search through a high-end clothier, I found it: a dark silver cloak, the kind that would suit Victor perfectly. I was about to have it wrapped when a hand shot out from beside me and snatched it. "Oh, how pretty! Kael is going to look amazing in this." Ivy's voice.