Full Name: Pamela Lillian Isley-Valentine Nickname/Alias: Poison Ivy Title: Mrs. Pet Name: Pammy, Red, Ivykins ID Number: /1086871 Gender: Female Discord: Mistloe#3281 Orientation: Bisexual Real Life Age: 28 Age Appearance: 27 Birthday: November 30th. Deathday: N/A Birthplace: Seattle, WA. Species: Meta-Human Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Red Skin Tone: Ivory/emerald Height: 5"6 Weight: 180 Cup Size: DD Phobias: (Things that simply terrify your character. May be trivial or debilitating. Try to have at least one.) Addictions: Gardening. Mental Disorders: I am not crazy!
Tim Drake was still stunned as he walked through the streets of Gotham all alone, the nearly sixteen year old young man still feeling as though his heart had been pulled from his body and stuck onto a spike. After all that he had gone through as Robin, the torture he had endured at the hands of the Joker the year before that had left his psyche scarred beyond repair, this was not what he had expected to happen. He had lost so much because of what he had gone through, right down to his sanity and dignity, and here he was, alone on the streets without anywhere to go and no one to turn to. Feeling empty and hollow, he shuffled through the night as the breeze fluttered his jacket open over the thin t-shirt that he wore, everything he owned in the duffel bag slung across his body. Sure, he could have whispered Conner Kentâs name to come and collect him but it he was no longer Robin then that meant that he was no longer a member of the Titans. He was just a civilian, and an orphaned one at that since his father and step-mother were dead, and he didnât have any family left now that his adoptive father had kicked him out of his life over his biological son.
Stupid Damian, he thought bitterly as the image of the ten year old boy came rushing to his mind, he never would have hurt the little brat no matter how entitled that he acted with that smug smile of his. The little clown trapped within his psyche hadnât even chomped at the bait when he heard Damian talking about the scars on his body that had lingered after the electroshock torture that the Joker had put him through the year before. A shiver passed through him, he didnât like remembering the weeks on end of the madman that had tried so hard to break him and mold him into Joker Junior. He had fought so hard to keep himself from slipping away into the darkness, and it had all be ruined because of a single man that had been left to watch him while Joker and Harley Quinn went to go out for a bit. He could still remember the way that Harley had exclaimed about not knowing the goon was a pedophile, that she never would have agreed to that, how angry she had been at her beloved clown prince. And he could still remember the feel of the goonâs blood on his flesh distantly upon the birth of Joker Junior, the deranged clown that had come to be because of the act that had occurred.
Even if JJ had risen to the bait, it wasnât like Tim didnât have a million safety measures that he could have taken, like locking himself into the safe room that Bruce had built shortly after getting him back from the Joker. He had spent the better part of two months in there while Barbara Gordon had risked her own safety to sit in there with him and try to get him to come back to himself every single day. She had been there for him when he needed her and though he knew that he could go to her, there was a part of his mind that told him that now that he was no longer a member of the Bat Family, all of its members were off limits. It was irrational but he couldnât help it, he had never thought that this would happen so he had never planned for it, but the argument between himself and Bruce couldnât be taken back now. The fact that his mentor, his adopted father had spoken the words that he couldnât be trusted after what the Joker had done to him made tears sting his eyes. He wished fervently that he had bitten back the words that he had retaliated with, that he hadnât said that Bruce should be careful before someone snapped his sonâs neck in the middle of the night because of his own carelessness.
It hadnât been a threat, at least it hadnât been meant to sound like he himself would be the one that would do such a thing, Damian was just a kid after all, no matter how annoying the little brat was to him. All Bruce had heard was the words leave Timâs mouth and he was all over them, and then telling him to pack his things and never come back, that Damian would be his Robin from now on because he could trust his own blood over him. He hadnât bothered to remind Bruce that he had been going off the deep end after Jasonâs death and that he had tracked him down to help him, too stung by the venom in the older manâs statement. There were countless nights that he had bleed and bruised for the Batman, and now he was nothing more than another orphan on the streets with no one to turn to. He hadnât even asked for Bruce to retaliate against the Joker and Harley for what was done to him, he had merely accepted that a part of him was lost forever. Closing his eyes, he stopped and took a deep breath to clear his mind, there had to be somewhere that he could hole up for the night until daybreak came and he could come up with a plan.
Looking at the watch on his wrist, he saw that it was nearly midnight, and his oceanic hues caught sight of the ragged scar he had there, like the matching one on the other hand that were a reminder of when he had almost taken his own life. Had it not been for Conner hearing his heart rate slowing and coming into his room at Titan Tower he wouldnât be wandering the streets right now, irony at its best. He could still remember the sting of the heat vision cauterizing the wounds and hear the way that Conner sent Bart running through the hospital for blood as he took him to a safehouse where they performed a transfusion. He supposed he should have been glad it had been before losing his spleen, that would have caused concern for illness since he couldnât filter out diseases that easily. Another thing that he had gone through for Bruce and the rest of the family that was all for naught, a tremble coursing through his frame as he clenched his fists to keep his anger in check. Shaking his head, he kept walking, turning down an alley where he knew there was a plant that still belonged to Poison Ivy was still lurking, sighing as it came into view.
He didnât know what it was about hit particular plant, he had come across it as a seedling and watched it grow into the healthy thing that it was now, even if it did have a taste for rancid meat that he would often bring with him for it. Even as he neared it he could see its leaves rustle as her vines slid down to touch his face, making him sigh softly as he closed his eyes, having never been afraid of it. âThis is probably the last night for a while, Francine, Iâve been fired and wonât be able to come around as often, but donât worry, I know that Ivy will be out of Arkham and will come to find you. She never leaves her babies out in the world without her, I can promise you that, sheâs very resourceful,â he said as he dumped the spoiled chicken that heâd brought for the plant onto the ground for it to eat. Having never been big into horticulture before, he didnât know what it was about Francine that made him feel so safe and fulfilled, it was a feeling that he knew that he was going to miss more than he could say. Hearing footsteps at the other end of the alley, he gently pushed at the plant to make her press closer to the wall so that she could remain undetected and safe from harm.
What could I tell you that you don't already know? If I had to pick something to say, I wish I would have captured every moment possible with you, while we were having it. I realize that things are different now between us, but the thoughts that drive my nightmares away is the times I looked over at you and saw your emerald eyes looking back at me. I will always be yours, no matter where our paths take us.
How was he supposed to tell her that, for the longest time, he moved their full length mirror back behind her so that the first thing he saw in the morning and the last thing he saw at night was her. She was the best of dreams, the best fantasy that he hoped would never be final, because now all he saw was himself in the mirror...
What could be said about the lovely Miss Isley that she didn't already know? She was beautiful beyond beautiful and she was always going to be on his mind. Part of him was glad for the theory of infinite universes, because it meant that somewhere, a version of the two of them managed to get it right.Â
"Hello there! The Flash here! Speeding my way through! I just wanted to stop by and say hi.... Well duh, obviously! And steal your ice-cream as well..... Heh!"Â
"So! I'd like to take the time to tell you that if you have received this greeting, then I am interested in developing both a story line and connection with you! That's if I'm not busy doing other stuff.... You know. Like......"
"Training the newbies!"Â
"Saving the world!"Â
"Or partying with my friends and fellow Titans!"
"But with all that being said and done, please do contact me! I am very excited to be here and to be roleplaying with you! Also feel free to add me on discord! It's SPEEDFORCE!!!!#7823 On that note keep having a great day! And stay badass!Â