#and it’s more potent when surrounded by death so gotham bay

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i’ve been thinking about ways to ethically source ectoplasm and i think Gotham Bay could be the solution?? Like there’s enough death that the ectoplasm is potent and using water gives physical means to extract the ectoplasm

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TW:  Domestic Violence, Death, Murder

Pamela grew up the only child in a wealthy, but broken Seattle home.  Her formative years were filled with the beating and eventual murder of her mother at the hands of her father, and the memory of him burying the body in the garden behind their home plagued the girl’s dreams for years after. If there was anything she had gained in her upbringing, it was a deep seeded hatred for what her father had done to their family and a growing need to not share the fate of her mother.

Years of finding comfort in the family garden and the only safe space to connect with her mother at her unfortunate grave had sparked an interest in plant life within the redhead.  Her father rarely went to the garden, the remains of his darkest secret kept him at bay and left Pamela with a quiet to study the books she could find on the greenery that surrounded her.   As soon as she was able, Pamela left Seattle to go to university to study botanical biochemistry, as her personal research showed the potential plants could provide her.

Leaving her childhood home behind had given Pamela a freedom she’d never felt before.  She was ready to take on the world, and furthering her education away from her old life was something she’d planned and prepared for.  One thing that she couldn’t possibly have predicted, however, was just how much a little human kindness and affection would affect her.   The respect her professor, Dr. Jason Woodrue, seemed to give her, their shared love of botany, and the kind authority he held, was intoxicating to Pamela.  

Her obvious attraction, and the intense interest she took in his work, made it very easy for the Professor to use her to his advantage.   Together they started to explore the effects various plants and pheromones had on the human populace.   They would provide pills to students and observe the effects, but when it came to the more potent and potentially dangerous concoctions, Dr. Woodrue insisted that the two of them had the moral obligation to test only on themselves.

Both an agreement on the moral obligation and a need to impress her mentor, Pamela allowed these experiments to happen.  As they worked together she would allow toxins to be injected into her and for Dr. Woodrue to examine her for reactions.  It was not easy going and there were many drawbacks, some of which left Pamela seriously ill and in one case, close to death.  

As they say, when in love, you see everything through rose colored glasses, and Pamela was in deep.  Yes, the experiments had almost killed her, and yes the things she and her professor were doing were dangerous.  But he loved her, and cared about her, and had brought her back from the brink of death, and thus was more hero than foe.  At least that’s what she believed until another test almost killed her, and she had to be hospitalized.  

For six months, she lay alone in her hospital bed because the love of her life had disappeared (likely to escape being arrested for her almost murder).  It was six months of torture for Pamela, as she was left alone in her own thoughts and the betrayal she had just barely lived through had planted a bitterness that only barely rivaled the anger.  She shame of being used and deceived consumed her, and when she was out she fully intended to extract her revenge.  It was a futile effort, as no trace of the professor was left behind.  

Seeing the parallels between her relationship with Dr. Woodrue and the one her parents shared, Pamela did the one thing she could think to expel the anger tearing her apart from the inside.  A trip to Seattle to visit her father, who had been put in prison upon the discovery of Pamela’s mother’s remains, with a lipstick tube filled with poison that she herself had grown immune to, let to the unfortunate and mysterious demise of the only other man who had taught her that trust should not be given freely.

It was only after this deed was done, that Pamela fully realized the effects the last experiment had done to her.   She didn’t know the extent of her new self, although she could see her new power manifesting in small ways around her, and she needed a place to figure out just what she was capable of.  Starting over in a new city, where she could easily be a stranger in the crowd, lead to her moving to Gotham City.   It was here she was able to start not only experiment with her own powers and abilities, but she could continue her research in peace.

During this time, Pamela’s focus started to form.  She could see the horrible things that humans did to each other and the defenseless planet they lived on, and it was something she couldn’t get past.  It had become clear how much more plant like she herself had become, and perhaps that was the cause or why she could see so clearly the path she needed to take.   Eradicating human life from the planet would solve so many personal and global problems.

It was only a matter of time before she was actively out attempting to get rid of the invasive species around her, mankind, and she adopted the alias Poison Ivy when doing so.  It seemed fitting for her work, and gave her a sense of anonymity while doing so. As time passed, there were plenty of battles, most of her own with the local annoyance known as the Batman and other villains around Gotham City, but she grew stronger with each new discovery she made and it was only a matter of time before she would be strong enough to succeed at her goal.

When the Superhero Relocation Program began, Pamela was very for it.  The way she saw it, if being a hero was illegal, then she had more of a chance of doing her work without hindrance or push back.  However, she was far noticeable on the radar by this point, and knew she would have to be smart in how she handled things.  As such, she herself signed up to ‘give up her villainous ways’ with the hope of getting less eyes on her and she could continue her operations on a quieter, smaller scale, until she is ready to unleash an unstoppable force against mankind (or until the aliens do it for her).

Currently, Pamela works with S.T.A.R. Labs as a botanist, although not at a level and clearance she wishes she had.  Her managers are aware of her past, and as such, limited what she is allowed to work on for them.  She doesn’t like this in the least, but can recognize the potential this job could give her, and is currently biding her time and waiting for an opportunity.  

While in her own time, she continues her experiments and tending to her plants.  Her current project is starting to shape up nicely in the form of a rather large specimen with a growing taste for what she believes is human flesh.  There is more work to be done, and plans for just how to appease such an appetite, that keep her feeling both accomplished and driven.  It’s a good distraction from reliving in her mind the glory days of her former life.

Most important, is that Pamela is very aware of the tension that seems to be growing around her.  It’s in the air and for her, it’s rather delicious.  The idea of going back to her true form (as she has come to view her Poison Ivy side) is enticing, and it wouldn’t take much for her to jump right back into it.  Secretly, she hopes for enough chaos to explode, and cause enough casualties, that her own dream of human extinction will be a lot easier to achieve.