Poison Ivy Arkham Knight Costume Novels & Stories

In fact, I think we felt like we were sneaking into something important as if we had our own little secret. We had spent hours getting ready for this. Even Ivy, who normally refused to dress up, had made an exception tonight. She wore a dark green gown that had a structured, edgy design—sleek with a slit on one side and paired with combat-style heels to stay true to her tomboy spirit. She looked bold and striking in her own way, standing out without even trying.

Howard shook his head, "This is all wrong. I hadn't realized you were so petite. Bring in the Poison gown!" Before I could react, Howard removed the dress from my body. Staggering back, I glanced at him, and he was handing off the Medusa for the Poison. After stepping into the green gown, he kindly pulled the sleeves up for me with a mischievous smirk. "What?" I asked. "Perfect," he smirked while touselling my long hair. His hands turned me to face the mirror again, "Miss Ivy, Poison looks amazing on you."

I say, trying not to sound like I care. “Nice dress Ash,” Jade says, appearing beside Kitty with a red party cup in each hand. His dark blonde hair is hidden beneath what appears to be a green hat, but on closer inspection, reveals itself to be the head of a very decrepit, very tattered frog costume. He’s wearing a bright green onesie, which looks to be a size too small for him. Kitty’s looking considerably better, in a cute pink dress and tiara, and holding a golden ball in her hand. Knowing Kitty, it’s probably real gold.

} Ivy smiled with quiet satisfaction as she stared at the transformed steel-built fortress. Using accumulated points from monsters hunting, she purchased ten sets of combat armor. “What do you need that for?” Darren asked, raising an eyebrow, confusion written clearly across his face. Without responding immediately, Ivy let out a sharp whistle.

I also gripped her hands as firmly as I could so that she wouldn't run away. There was only one thought in my head– I must make friends. “Hello, my name is poison…I mean poison Ivy. No, I mean Ivy." I say to her while violently shaking her hands. I didn't need anyone to tell me I fucked up before I knew I fucked up. Why the hell would I call myself poison Ivy? What the hell is fucking wrong with me? And all this time, there's an uncontrollable creepy smile on my face like I'm a murderer in a horror movie with really bad acting.

Martin said, looking down at the plain pants and shirts we had on. “I have a plan for that,” I smiled mischievously. I took out the bottle containing the well water from Mistwood Creek and took a little sip from it and also gave it to Martin. I began mumbling some spells and gradually, we began transforming to suit the character I called forth. I was dressed in a deep blue cloak with silver embroidery, the emblem of a distant kingdom sewn onto my chest. Martins also had on a similar attire, only a little less decent. “How did you do that?” He asked.

She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded. They left the library with the new book tucked under Raven’s arm. Two days later they dressed for war. Raven wore fitted black leather reinforced with silver-threaded mail—light enough for a child, strong enough to turn a glancing blade. Over it, the crimson cloak Victoria had given her, now edged with protective runes sewn by the castle’s enchanters. Victoria wore obsidian scale armor that gleamed like wet blood, a short curved blade at her hip, and a cloak the color of fresh night.

My chest weight was slightly lifted. I took off my earrings and the fancy ring on my pinky finger and went over to lie on the table, barefoot and wearing nothing but a long flowy gown. Immediately, Ivy flickered her wrist and the candles lit themselves around the room in a perfect circle. Soft flames with blue tips that made words shadows across the walls. “Here, drink this." She offered a cup. “What's…. This?" I asked “Bindweed. Rue. A bit of moon ash. Things you should never touch without gloves, unless you want your hands to melt off"

Aston stepped out of the infirmary before he returned in his hands, he was clutching a set of herbs that he placed in front of Levy and started grinding them in the pestle as he explained, “ Poison of ivy is like a bane for witches just like how silver reacts when it touches our skin—— but two times worse. Unlike silver that can be extracted with the help of healers' magical powers, the poison of ivy is something that sticks to the skin of witches and does not budge until it's forcefully ejected.”

“Did they also charge you credits for your hair tie?” Recalling how expensive it was, Liu Feng scowled. “Yes.” Seeing how he refused to disclose how much it cost, Akiko did not probe further and paid the NPC 300 credits to receive her slime skin armour. Apart from the very eye-catching orange colour, the slime skin armour was soft and flexible. It felt like water in her hands, and Akiko decided to wear it beneath her clothes to avoid attention, logging out for a little while to change in her virtual room instead of in the dungeons.