Poison Ivy Arkham Knight Costume Novels & Stories

"I never thought I’d be wearing something like this at my age." Ivy May smiled, her eyes flashing with a touch of professional pride. "They’re more than just armor, Mrs. Theresa. They’re a shield. And tonight, they’re going to be the difference between victory and defeat." Oliver stood in the center of the room, his own suit—the 'King’s Armor'—being fitted by Nikolai. The suit was a deep, obsidian black, its surface etched with the same intricate patterns as his jade ring. As the final plate clicked into place, Oliver felt a sudden, powerful surge of energy. The suit was linked to the ring, a connection that seemed to amplify his senses and sharpen his focus.

Xander chimes in, clapping his hands three times. I giggle and leave the packhouse, making my way to Mama Lil and Papa Garren's cottage. - An hour later we are all ready to go. They guys are all dressed casually. Arkham looks so handsome in a pair of white shorts and a black summer button-up shirt, his tattoos are on shown. He has smart sports shoes on. He's also wearing two silver necklaces, and his hair is styled perfectly messy and sexy. What the hell is wrong with me!?!?

“I'm Ivy and we didn't have a father, but now we do.” Knox brow crease, we? What does she mean by that? But before he could ask, Ivy already hopped off him and rushed off to a bag he didn't notice. His eyes almost exploded out of their sockets when Ivy pulled out two swords. He was there promptly to take it away from her, “Why the f... what are you doing with these things?” he cut himself off before he could say the F word. That's when he realized she wasn't wearing her princess gown, but rather a pair of slacks, looking like she wants to go to war. Knox thought it was quite adorable.

Nina says as she brings out a green flowered dress, it's skimpy and hot. "This is mine, I'll be Poison Ivy." She grins. "And, I'll be Harley Queen." Violet says with excitement as she brings out a blue and red body hug gown, with blue and red booth, a black shinny belt which has 'pudding' inscribed on it, and a platinum with, with blue and red on the edges. "Wow." Lola whispers. I giggle "I'll be Corpse Bride.", and they stare as I bring out the creepy white gown, flower view and a new set of makeup.

But history be damned for the Halfling, his pounding heart was for the green-eyed Halfling within the premise of the catastrophe. “Have you detected her presence?” Levi the Envious looked behind him. His knuckles turned white from his clenched fist yet it did not lessen the pounding that was threatening to burst his chest. Hackles raised, Levi the Envious, all clad with his Black Knight uniform of Transylvania Academy, gritted his teeth upon the shaking head of his Basilisk.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

It was already past six she was nervous. The time seemed to go so slowly. Ivy paced the hallway. She was excited to get started with the trick-or-treating and the fun part of the night. The doorbell rang and she jumped out of my skin. Dave answered the door. Nick was dressed as a dark knight from Star Wars. “You look good,” he said. Ivy laughed out loud, “Yeah, right, you sounded so truthful there. I am underdressed. I guess I'm not really in the spirit this year.”

Inwardly, the duo was envious of her flawless skin and beautiful face, yet, they couldn't do anything about it. Ivy sat down and the makeup artist did her wonders on her face. Since it was an assassin scene. The makeup was simple but dangerous. Her lipstick was a red color, the eyeliner was black color and the blush was also black color, but darker than the eyeliner. After the makeup, the usual innocent-looking Ivy changed into a fierce Ivy. "I love your skin. Everything suits you," The makeup artist complimented, feeling proud of her skill. Afterward, the costumier dressed her up. She put on black leather pants, and a gray t-shirt and matched it up with a black leather jacket and a pair of

Even my thong showed through the fabric. I slid on the shoes that Dahlia had chosen for me, and made my way over to the dresser. I started with the earrings and bracelet, and the ring Draven had given me never left my hand. However, just as I was about to put on the necklace I bought, Draven stopped me. “Wow, you look amazing. That dress with that hair reminds me a little of my favorite female DC villain, Poison Ivy. Totally sexy,” he smiled. I shook my head and gave him a little smirk, and then he handed me a black velvet box.

Jackson's fingernails are turning black. The silver spreads like rot, creeping up from his cuticles and staining the nail beds a deep gray-black. He gasps shallowly for air. "Get the chelation kit from the back storage," Arden commands, fear gripping him. "And someone text Kai. Now." Jackson's skin feels clammy, his body burning from within as the poison courses through his bloodstream like a saw. Ivy stands frozen at his bedside, her hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles pale. She's not touching him or attempting to heal; she's just watching.