Unlucky Fate [Woman I Hate]

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Two Face stepped out of his dumpy truck and headed to a back alley. He had heard rumors that a few to the black market dealers that hadn't been at Iceberg lounge when it was raided had set up shop at this address to continue business. As expected, it had become a lot tougher in their type of work, but like most smugglers they were greedy pieces of shit that found one way or another to screw the criminals in gotham over by getting at their pocket book. They weren't certain if Rookie was going to go with her side of the bargain, so they decided to reconnect with some of the other scum in this city. They would get what they needed. They had too.

He knocked on the back door of the alley. A small side window slid open and Two Face saw a pair of eyes staring at them. The eyes widened then opened the door as they flipped their coin. They walked in ignorin' the nothin' as they checked the new digs for the smuggler. They followed the stairs down to a small barely lit basement. There were tables set up with a bar off in the corner. A few men were playing poker with their guns strapped on their backs.

Two Face had expected, like always, for everyone to take a glance at him then get back to their business, but their eyes were already glued to something else.

"I'm not sure, sweetcheeks. You're new around these part, so I don't think ya quite understand how it works. Feds are holdin' me by the balls so things aren't exactly too available these days. I also got the big players riddin' me. So if you expect me to do anything for ya, I better be gettin' somethin' worth my wild," the voice of Harold Canter, a second rate smuggler that had taken over most of the business since their were no other players, said in a degrading fashion.

Their eyes went to find the short young looking man who always put too much gel in his slick black hair. Instead, they found what every man in the joint was looking at.

A red head.

"Ah fuck," Two Face growled as he recognized immediately who this bitch was. Should bolt now before she notices. We could poison her drink first. Gettin' a bit nasty there, Dent. Two Face smirked.

"Speakin' of big players," Harold said finally noticing Two Face's entrance, "Mr. Dent, it is nice to see the Fed haven't taken ya out."

We should rip out his tongue. Not like he uses it.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy listens patiently as she sits at a table, smiling somewhat flirtatiously at the smuggler sitting across from her. She's lost count of just how many men of his breed she's been forced to talk to recently. Far too many. Perhaps that's why more than a couple of them are now dead. And it keeps getting harder - anything she needs for her new lab that's easy for her to get she already has, so she's left to hunting down those particular individuals that may be able to get what she needs. Though at this rate, she half suspects that she'll be forced into stealing some of it. Which she can do, but it's risky and will ultimately slow her down.

This Harold Canter, on the other hand, may be able to get what she needs, if he'd stop treating her like she doesn't know what she's doing and actually talk business. She was told that he was the one to talk to about some of the more difficult things she needs to acquire, which is the only thing keeping her in this conversation. Patience, though, is key in this business when you haven't had a chance to make a name for yourself yet. While she doesn't really care in general what any of these people think of her, it would be nice if they at least knew enough to take it seriously when she starts asking for the impossible.

Just as she's about to reply to his evasive words, he suddenly looks at someone else and calls a familiar name - and yet she's rather of the opinion that it hasn't been long enough. But when she turns and her eyes confirm the identity of the man who just came in, a smile comes to her lips as she says, "Hello, Harvey. It's been awhile." She looks... different than she did the last time they saw each other. Her skin used to have a this warm glow to it. Now she's so pale one might mistake her for being very sick if there were any other signs of ill health.

That doesn't change the fact that she's a very lovely woman - though Harvey's probably blind to that anymore. Even though she's wearing her standard tiny dress - this one is black and though there was a time she wouldn't be caught out of a designer label, it's a common knock-off. Not that she wouldn't be able to afford the good stuff - actually, she'd happily steal it at this point - but she's intentionally toning down her normally high-class appearance to something more common. Still a woman worth gaping at, but not one that appears to have more money than most people make in their lifetime.

Actually, he's more likely to notice something else: she's too happy. Sure, she fakes being happy a lot, but right now she radiates it to such a degree that it can only be genuine. Either that, or she's gotten better at faking the emotion. But if it's real, it's a warning sign: when Pamela Isley is happy, it can only mean that she feels in complete and total control of the situation. That the emotion didn't even waver when Two Face came into the room is a small hint that she rather recently became a lot more dangerous than she used to be, whether that's made her overconfident now or not.

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Two Face could care less for why and how she got there. It was the mere fact that she was in his presence that pissed him off. He flipped his coin out of habit completely ignoring Harold. He kept his glare on the woman across from him. She looked sick and disgusting to him. Maybe that blood of hers was finally killin' her. About time. She seems to happy though. Yeah, especially since she seein' us. A happy Isley is not a Isley I want to be speaking with. Is there any Isley you really want to speak with? All well have nuts chopped off. Dent chuckled to himself. A very true statement.

They didn't step or move closer to the woman. They both understood how dangerous she was. The poor sap who was doing business with her really had no idea what he was in for. He would probably be dead from some horrible poison by the end of the night. There went their last chance to get supplies from outside of Gotham. The chick is ruinin' their lives already. God, I hate her.

"Not long enough," Two Face growled as he shifted on his feet. The twins seemed to notice Two Face's change in mood and tightened their hands around their guns. We should kill her. Better yet, let's straggle that petite little neck of hers. I think I can get a hold with one hand. Heh the other hand can bash her head into the brick wall. We're on the same page.

"Thought you were in jail, Pam," Dent commented as he rolled his coin between his fingers, "I haven't been a great fan of the FBI currently, but arrestin' your skinny ass was the best decision they ever made." Two Face smirked. He would never understand what men liked about her. She was a crazy bitch on a war vendetta. They might have liked her for a time, but even when they dated, they knew their was somethin' weird about her. Women are not that perfect without somethin' hidin' in the shadows.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

"True..." Poison Ivy replies to his first statement, a hint that she is not, actually, pleased to see him. Though not really because of the effect on her life but simply because his presence here is an interruption. Still, it's not enough to wipe the smug smile off of her face.

"I was, for several hours," she says with a small laugh, thinking back on her very brief incarceration. A bit over half a day, really. "But I got out at the same time as the Ventriloquist. Nightwing was kind enough to bust us out," she explains. Of course, Harvey would know immediately that she'd manipulated the young vigilante somehow. Manipulating people, men especially, is one of her hobbies after all. He probably wouldn't make the mistake all the news networks did of believing that it was the Ventriloquist who was really behind the escape and she came along for the ride, when it was really the other way around. Irritating, but understandable since the fool actually has a name for himself while she's just a socialite who had a clean record until just recently. Some of them didn't even bother to mention her.

"But if you aren't here looking for me, Harv, I'm guessing you want Mr. Canter?" she asks, giving the smuggler a glance. The Harvey she knew would go somewhere nicer if he only wanted a drink - even with the FBI chasing him and shutting down establishments like this wherever they can be found, he'd find better. And the smuggler is the only person here worth looking twice at, in her opinion. Assuming he can get her what she wants. Of course, while she does know Harvey, she doesn't really know Two Face very well at all. That side of him didn't reach the surface until some time after she 'dumped' him.

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They shifted uncomfortably in their half and half suit as they watched her. They never enjoyed how calm she spoke to them or too any one after all. It was if she had everything in control, and everyone else were just mere ants in her way. They had rarely ever seen Pam angry unless one her dainty little plants in that green house of hers was killed. Just lookin' at her is makin' me want to go step on some flowers. Me too, and I actually like flowers. Why ya a pussy, Dent.

The mention of Nightwing causes them to stop flipping their coin. They hadn't met the Nightwing character yet, but they had heard rumors that it was the Bat's pupils new thing. He couldn't see the bat family being too thrilled with the FBI, but he never thought they would break out V and this bitch. Pam must have had something on him for that to happen. He was probably poisoned by that same blood she had gotten him with. Stupid brat deserved it, but now we have deal with her. The sound of her laugh caused them to cringe.

"Brat messin' up my day, nothin' new there," Two Face growled.

When the reason they were there was stated, there eyes moved for a moment to the smuggler. Worthless guy, but even more worthless now. Cantor eyes were jumping back and forth like a crazed animal as he attempted to figure out what was going on. "Was, but he hardly hold any value if you have already drugged him into doing your bidding," he said causally, rolling the coin between their fingers, "Sad that you can't get a man without druggin' them, Pammy. I have never seen a person with that many insecurities." When Two Face and Dent came to an agreement on something, it was easy for them to flow off of one another. It was almost like they weren't two separate beings anymore, but whole.

"Mr. Dent, I promise you that this woman's business has not been completed yet. I will be more then happy to help you," Cantor said in a panic. If Two Face didn't like him, it was likely he might end up dead. This strange woman, while attractive, was not a priority as his big time customers.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy laughs at the assumption, but the laugh disguises the fact that his comment actually got to her just a little bit. He probably knows it to - she can already tell that the man will be nothing but a thorn in her side from now on. Perhaps she should have been nicer when she broke up with him? But who was to know that they'd both end up joining the costumed set? "I can assure you I haven't," she says, though that means practically nothing coming from her. She'd swear on her parents' graves over anything. However, she then adds, "I have no reason to drug him." Which is a bit more likely to be true. The very fact that the man is more concerned by Two Face's presence than her own ought to be proof enough.

Even though, actually, it's not entirely true that she isn't drugging him. She recently managed to increase the intensity and reach of her pheromones - five feet now, and that's far enough to reach across the table they're sitting at. Still, at that range the effect is weak - mostly it'd just make the man more inclined to relax. Now, if she really wanted to drug him, she would have arranged to be sitting next to him. But given that she's actually here doing business she'd like to let the man keep his wits about him. Assuming that he doesn't refuse to help her, of course - that's simply not allowed.

"And I didn't use any drugs to get you..." she adds with a smirk. That is actually true. She can't honestly state that they had an entirely drug free relationship, but it had started out that way. Mostly because she hadn't quite perfected her craft back then so she didn't go around literally using them all the time like she does now. She's pretty enough and smart enough to lure in men without their help, though she must admit that the drugs make it easier. And the paranoia thing has also gotten much worse than it used to be - she didn't feel the need to drug people as much back then.

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As always, they twitched at the laugh. They had to admit that her fake carefree laugh was the worst laugh they ever heard, worse then J's. Though they both got some pleasure when they noticed that it was faker then usual. Oh Pammy got a little hurt there. It actually makes it look she has heart. Ha, like that crazy bitch could ever have a heart. She deserve every horrible accident in the world to happen to her. They started to flip their coin a bit more quicker then usual, as they continued to ignore their supplier.

Pam wasn't lyin' either. Canter had a some thought, though you couldn't say it was much. Pam was wrong though. She certainly had a reason too cause the man cared more about him then her, and he certainly wasn't going to allow this horrible person to ride up on his territory.

The last comment got him to stop flipping his coin. His hand tightened into fist around it. "Ya got yourself a rack, Pam. It's about the only good attribute you have. Might not have been drugged, but doesn't mean I was really in it," he smirked and chuckled to himself, "Well I guess I was in it, those few nights." Two Face laughed harder. She really was only a good laid. Her personality lacked anything of true interest. She naturally came off as a naggy housewife, so when she wasn't talkin' was usually the best. "We should get her some duct tape," Two Face thought. You said that aloud idiot. Oh, well good, maybe she'll take the advice.

"Mr. Dent?" Cantor attempted again. The man looked absolutely confused and frightened.

"Harold, we never did like talking business in front of a.....uh well I would say lady, but you lost that charm along time ago, didn't you, Pam? Doesn't matter, we want something private," Dent explained with a evil glint his eye and a smirk on his face.

Cantor glanced back and forth between the two before finally nodding his head vigorously. "Of course, Mr. Dent. Miss. Ivy, I must ask you to exit the premises," he said in a more polite tone then Harold ever showed.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy scoffs at Two Face's words, but doesn't give them very much attention. Men are always under the false impression that her body is her only asset, and that actually works to her advantage. Besides, she's starting to pick up on the different edge to his voice he has a times, that wasn't there back when he was merely Harvey Dent. Is that how Two Face talks? If so, it isn't quite Harvey who is claiming it was purely physical, now is it? The thought makes her smirk to herself. The comment on duct tape gets no reaction whatsoever - even if he's serious she doesn't find that the least bit threatening.

Though her smirk fades when she's then asked to leave. Now, if it were any other rogue, she'd actually willingly yield the smuggler to them in a false show of 'knowing her place'. While she has a bit of a timetable in mind, she's in no particular hurry to get everything she needs and can easily talk to the man later. Better to win herself a few points by making them think that she has some level of respect for someone who has been at it longer. But this is Harvey.

She smiles at Cantor and quickly says, "I can't leave now, we're not finished yet. And to get back to what we were talking about: I may be new around here, but that doesn't mean that I can't pay you better than the big players. They're all short on supplies and manpower, while I'm thriving. Money is no object to me; no matter how many zeros you tack onto the price - 4, 5... 6 - I can pay it within three days. I also have access to a rather large number and quantity of potent chemicals that I know have skyrocketed in price in the black market since the F.B.I. came into town. If you can get me what I want, I can make you a very wealthy man. Or I could leave and pass the offer onto someone else..."

Actually, more likely she'll have to figure out how to go and get what she needs herself but, while doable, that would take time, planning, danger - she'd rather get someone else to do it. And she knows that at there are only two of one piece of equipment that she needs currently in Gotham - one she left in her lab so it's now either destroyed or in the F.B.I.'s hands, and the other... well, she'd rather not go there again.

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They continued to flip their coin as a smirk spread across their face. It was pathetic how Pam was trying to catch Cantor's attention with money. She really had no status in the Gotham underground. They could admit she was powerful, but currently, no one knew nor cared. It was probably her greatest nightmare. It actually lightened their mood to watch her squirm.

"The FBI didn't block your account?" Dent mentioned causally knowing that wasn't the case. He was a government man himself and worked with the police on many occasions. One of the first actions against criminals was to cut off their financial supply. He hardly suspected that Pam was an exception to that rule. Bitch probably usin' her body on the street corners these days. That didn't occur to me. It certainly a possibility.

"How much do you make as a whore?" Two Face taunted, "I would have only given ya five."

Cantor shifted in uncertainty. As always the sound of money made his insides warm and fuzzy like a kid on Christmas, but Dent was not a man he wanted to mess with. He might not have supplies, but the man could still find a way to kill him. At the mention of the Fed's freezing accounts, the feeling drained immediately. If she were lyin' then he get killed and have no money. "Don't get me wrong, sweetcheeks. I like what your offerin', but I need proof before you want me to turn away my best man Dent here," he said with a worried smile. He hoped the statement wouldn't piss either one of them off.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

While it's obvious that Poison Ivy is quite fluent in the language of pure sex appeal, she knows how to speak the language of money when she has to. And this is a situation where seducing Cantor would not be a good idea - her pheromones tend to make men... foggy. Which is normally not a problem because in most cases she'd actually prefer for men to not be able to think straight. Perhaps she needs to come up with something specifically for situations where she needs the man infatuated but able to function in her presence - many talents she could eventually develop are still on the drawing board.

But fortunately, money is Cantor's native language, as evidenced by what he does for a living. So she gives Harvey a scowling glance as she says, "Of course they did. But I would never be so desperate." Her attention shifts back to Cantor and she adds, "The loss of my family's fortune has had no effect on my wallet. In fact, why don't we see what I happen to have in my wallet?" She reaches into her purse and pulls out a leather pocketbook, and easily pulls out a small stack of bills. She'd come here prepared to do business, after all, and brought some cash in case some money was wanted up front. And if such a pile is all hundreds (and it is), it's $10,000.

She holds it out to Cantor with a flirtatious smile, "You can consider this a first payment, if you want - I have much more where this came from. You see, money is not my problem. My problem is that nobody is selling what I want to buy." Her eyes shift over to Harvey again as she adds, "How I get it is my business, but my source is much more reliable than robbing banks." She hadn't intended to start flashing her money so early and so directly since it's liable to get her a worse deal, but with Harvey here she doesn't care so much about getting a good deal anymore.

Actually, Harvey is not that far off in his guess. She's no prostitute - it wouldn't be a viable option anyway since at this point she's sure that having that much contact with a man would make him violently ill or worse. But she is currently getting her money from a man who thinks he loves her. But he gives her money simply because she asks for it. He'd probably give her everything he has if she wanted it, but as he's very, very wealthy that would attract too much attention, she'd have to kill him, and find someone else. But as long as she keeps her requests for money in the thousands and not too frequent, their relationship is liable to remain undetected. Though if she really needed more money, killing this "boyfriend" and finding a new one would be doable.

Though at this point, the only reason she'd need money is for these black market deals - she's accustomed to and prefers to live comfortably, but at the moment she's only living with the essentials because her plants are always her first priority. Until she has her new lab put together, she won't spare much attention to her own comfort. The only exception to this is her wardrobe, but that's mainly because clothing is a valuable tool since it helps her keep a low profile. But that doesn't cost her anything, as it's easy enough to walk into a retail store in disguise, select what she wants, and then kill anyone who objects to her leaving without paying for it. Since meeting Harley, that's become much easier and more frequent.