Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Feb 10, 2012 11:54:46 GMT -5
Nightwing caught the glare she gave him as she rushed off to gather everything she might need. That was if she could find it. He knew the place was more organized when he had come. But the FBI had probably rearranged things to search. He didn't blame them. He knew what some of those bottles contained.
He brushed off the glare and just listened to her comment. He knew what to do. He'd leave her to her work for now. But for her sake it better not be a trick. He'd drop her as soon as she would stab him in that back. Call him cold, but for what she had done, he'd wouldn't have a hard time turning his back on seeing her get locked up again.
The whole thing with the imposter had not helped his image what so ever. He had a lot of damage he would have to fix after all that. Though he'd always have a regret for helping Isley out of jail for this. But he couldn't just quit like that and give up on the fight. That and the housing of those jailed by the FBI was beyond cruel on some points for the inmates. Arkham would be a better suit for them all, even Black Gates.
There wasn't much he could do now. He had make one dumb mistake and he'd have to learn the hard way and live with the fact.
Nightwing backed off from her. Though he kept an eye on her as well as his surrounds. Things were quiet for now. But she better work fast. It wouldn't be long before someone realized two of their agents were not responding. He stood not too far off from the lab entrance and kept to the shadows of the greenhouse. Then when he saw some of the plants move slightly, he glared in their direction in remembering his first encounter with them.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 10, 2012 20:42:11 GMT -5
The bottles may have been rearranged, but that doesn't make it much more difficult for Pamela to find what she needs. She doesn't label her chemicals and custom formulas because she doesn't have much trouble remembering which is which - many of her formulas can be identified on sight, while others vary in thickness, scent, the specific size or shape of the container - she knows them almost as well as she knows her plants. While she may not have a special bond with them like she does with her plants, they're still among her creations and she knows them well.
She finds the lab work going quickly - while she didn't have the formula to completely cure Nightwing prepared, she has many of the subformulas already prepared. Not that she anticipated coming to this point where she'd need to do it, but within her chemical craft there are several base formulas that can be further refined in any number of directions and are thus good to have around. And the art of curing is surprisingly close to the art of killing - what she's making for Nightwing is actually a formula that will kill what she injected into him before combined with another that will prevent it from continuing on and killing him too.
And perhaps disturbingly, one of the ingredients for this is her own blood, which she extracts from her arm so easily that it's obvious she's done the same thing many times before. Which is probably not a comforting thing to see, given how deadly the stuff is, though it's actually a sign that she's living up to her end of the bargain. If she was going to kill him now, she'd simply have to create something that would kill him and say it was the antidote. And if she was going to do that, she has plenty of options and would certainly pick a formula that looks harmless enough, and mixing her blood into it doesn't count as looking harmless.
Another hint is how much time she's taking - obviously they're both in a hurry to get out of here, but the complicated formula she's working on takes time - more time than it would take to make something just plain lethal. She works in silence, only leaving the lab once to get a few extracts from her plants, before she go back into the lab and adds them in. But though this is taking some time, there's a rushed look about her - this just takes a lot of steps to complete.
And it's long enough for the third man left guarding the grounds to make his rounds back over in the direction of the greenhouse. As he hasn't spotted anything worth reporting, he hasn't bothered to try to contact the guys left guarding the greenhouse and is therefore unaware that anything is going on. But as he's now heading down the path that runs alongside the greenhouse and toward the entrance, that's not likely to be the case for very much longer.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Feb 24, 2012 0:35:17 GMT -5
Nightwing stayed outside of the lab. He wasn't going to cross Isley at this time. He just wanted to get this all over and done with. It was just a matter of time. And time was not on their side. And neither was the FBI.
He wasn't about to give up after all he went through tonight to get this far. He just needed this to last a while longer to get what he wanted out of this deal. And he wasn't going to break it with Isley unless she gave him a reason to.
Glancing around the greenhouse, Dick turned on the night vision on his eye mask again to get a better look around. He wasn't just going to stand there like a guard. He knew the FBI was a threat for her and he was the one with the transportation to get both of them out of there safely.
As Nightwing searched around to check the area, he saw movement not to far off from through the windows of the large greenhouse. He could see someone coming. He used a zoom lens on the night vision to get a better look. This was the great thing about the technology the Bat-family could come up with.
He then saw it was another FBI agent. And he would see his fellow agents out cold and laying on the ground off to the side of the building. That wasn't going to be good. Nightwing looked around and back toward the lab again.
"We've got company," he said in a whisper as he backed into the shadows a bit. He'd have to wait to strike the unknowing agent once he was close enough. He could keep an eye on Isley at the same time. But he had to protect her from the FBI at this time. For now...
The agent was getting closer. And Nightwing would strike as soon as he could. He could not risk him calling for back up. Or even notifying the FBI about the odd situation at hand seeing the two out.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 24, 2012 1:42:57 GMT -5
Pamela frowns as Nightwing's quiet voice interrupts her concentration. "Are you going to take care of it, or do you need my help?" she murmurs back quietly, keeping her voice down - though it's easy enough to tell that she's annoyed. As she rather suspects it will be the former option, she doesn't bother to even look up from her work. The cure is nearly finished, and she wants to get that over with as soon as possible so that she can get out of here as soon as possible. Now that's she's realized that she'll have to leave all of this behind, staying here is almost painful. She can feel her precious plants all around her right now - they need her. But she's going to have to leave them behind.
The guard, still unaware of anything being amiss, continues along his path. And as the heavy plant growth found in Pamela's back yard restricts anyone walking around to sticking to predefined paths, he seems to be an easy enough target since his movements are predictable and he has no cause to be more alert than usual.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Mar 7, 2012 7:01:25 GMT -5
Nightwing wanted to shoot a glare her way, but needed to keep focused on the situation. He was more alert as to what the guard was doing out and about on the trail. Though at times he wished he knew exactly what she was putting together. He had no idea what it would take to cure him.
That and he still didn't trust her. He would never trust her. This was the last some what truce he would make with a crook. He hated this situation and would never let it happen again. At least he had control over the situation. Without him, she wouldn't be there or out of jail. And the FBI could have done far worse to her.
His eyes followed the agent walking down the path. "I've got it," Nightwing muttered. He knew he had annoyed her. But when it came to working...and he hated to even thing of it...together, he made sure the other stayed in the loop to know what to expect.
Nightwing turned on the night vision again. And without staying a word he disappeared from the doorway for a moment. Not making a sound. And within seconds, he got into firing range of throwing a knockout gas that would take effect right away.
He wasn't going to take chances of the guy walking off or anything else. He wanted to get out of there himself. Though he had not really stopped to thing that if someone might be coming in off the road to check the place. There was a chance they might see the man go down.
At this point it didn't matter. They didn't have much time. The FBI would be crawling all over the place after them within minutes. They didn't just sit and wait if they knew where the two might be. After all this was their chance to get a vigilante as well.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 7, 2012 20:23:01 GMT -5
As Nightwing takes care of the last guard, Pamela smiles to herself when she has the completed cure in her hand. She'd been worried that the formula would take too long to make, but they must have gotten here far enough ahead of the FBI. But they could arrive at any moment now, and every second brings her closer to being recaptured. Yet there's a list in her mind a mile long of things that she'll want to take with her if she's going to run from here - there's no way that she'll have enough time.
But there's another problem that she didn't consider: Nightwing. Once he has this formula, she no longer has any sort of hold on him. It would be simple enough for him to hand her over to the FBI the moment he's cured, and their deal would be over by then. Of course, she expects him to think like her. Well, she's not going to give him that opportunity! Seeing that he's taken care of the man outside, she calls out, "I'm finished!" She takes a spare syringe and carefully fills it with the concoction, being sure to remove any air bubbles.
But as she does so she watches him out of the corner of her eye. He'll probably think nothing of hurrying back in to get it from her, but when he's about halfway to the lab she'll simply signal the vines on the walls again. They seem to have taken her absence better than many of her other plants, and since they caught him for her before she thinks she can safely assume that they can do it again. And they can hold him for her while she gives him his cure and makes her own getaway. If that makes him a sitting duck for the FBI when they arrive, that's not her problem. She only promised to cure him - nothing more.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Mar 16, 2012 22:31:44 GMT -5
Once the agent was down, Nightwing took a quick survey of the area. It was best to play it safe than be stuck there with Isley and the FBI. After glancing around and staying alert to anything going on in the distance. The coast checked clear. They were safe for now. But he wasn't willing to take the time any more.
He wanted to get out of there as soon as he could. He was tired of all this. All that he had been though in the last month or so. He couldn't even keep track any longer. He just wanted this threat on his life to finally end.
And when he heard Isley call out. The words rang as clear as day to him. He was finally going to be set free again. He'd be able to fly with no restrains against him. He could rid himself of the plant lady and move on. Though he was sure he wouldn't hear the last of her.
Nightwing jogged back over to join her in the green house. "Move fast. We don't have much time," he said. The computer readings coming from his bike was indicating to him that the FBI was not to far off. It was picking up signals and radio waves from the cars on their way.
He was just glad she had finished it off. He could finally get away from her as soon as this was over. And what happened happened. Nightwing came into the green house. But he should have been thinking more about what he was headed towards rather than what was behind them on their trail.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 16, 2012 23:44:48 GMT -5
Pamela waits for just the right moment before nudging the vines on the walls with her mind to activate them. This time she won't bother to deactivate any of them - they won't touch her and she might as well leave them active so that it will be that much harder for the FBI to study her greenhouse. She tries not to think about what will become of them after she leaves, but it's likely that her entire garden will be destroyed when they get their first findings. They won't like her babies very much, the poor things.
"You're the one who needs to move fast," she informs him after it's already too late. Perhaps surprisingly, her tone is tired more than anything, completely lacking in her usual tendency to gloat a bit in this sort of situation. Her heart just isn't in it right now. But he's right about the need to hurry, so she doesn't even wait for the end results of this the second battle of Nightwing vs. her vines before she walks into the greenhouse with the syringe in her hand. She simply watches and waits, trusting that her plants will not fail her this one last time.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Mar 17, 2012 21:57:50 GMT -5
As soon as he laid foot into the green house the plants came to life again. And of course it was his "favorite" ones on the wall. This was going to be interesting.
She was really going to play this game again. After the first time, really? Now Nightwing was just getting annoyed with her. This woman was truly becoming a thorn in his side for too long. And he had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time he heard of her. Someone with this type of...skill wouldn't be going down without a fight. Especially now that her live was wrecked.
As soon as the plants came at him, Nightwing picked up pace to try to make it towards her for the cure. He had a feeling she would leave him for the wolves. The vines of course, even with the lack of care were still just about up to speed like they had been the first time he had gotten tangled with them.
Several came shooting at him from different directions. Nightwing pulled out a few of the Wingdings and held them in each hand. He'd slice the places if he had to. He remember the snake like grip they had. The vine came at him like a ready striking cobra. Nightwing jumped and did a back flip to avoid them at first, while doing this he sliced one with his weapons.
He continued the same movements for some time, dodging and avoiding the vines, until on got hold of his left leg. As soon as he movement was stopped for a split second more vines came at him to restrain his wrist before he could cut at the plants.
The plant quickly wrapped around his arms and leg and slammed his back up against the wall. Holding his arms and legs separate and pinned to the wall. It was like have a couple hundred pounds of force against him as he tried to fight it. As soon as he had hit the wall the wingdings clattered to the ground as he was stuck.
Nightwing struggled against the hold, his teeth gritted. He knew he was going to have to get out of this before the FBI came. He stopped, but continued to struggle as he glared at Isley. And she said she wasn't a mad scientist...
"Isley, this was not a part of the deal," Nightwing said. "You would have gotten out of here without this." He tried to point out that he had been willing to live up to his word.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 18, 2012 1:27:48 GMT -5
Pamela watches Nightwing's attempts to avoid her vines in almost somewhat of a trance, her mind not on it so much as the future. They really are quite well-made plants - she's very proud of them. See how they track his movements so easily? They're practically perfection! And yet, this is not enough to save them from the FBI? She'll have to do better. Improve upon them. But how? If these can't defeat her enemy, then what must she make that can? Something to ponder upon when she has time...
Right now, she has very little time, so the moment she sees him in enough of a tangle to know that her vines are have won as she expected to, she closes the distance. His words don't bother her in the least. "There wasn't much to our deal, was there?" she asks, "You free me from that awful prison, I cure you." She suddenly stabs his arm with the syringe, as that's the most convenient spot her vines aren't covering at the moment. And she doesn't bother to be very kind about it either. "Deal's over," she announces once the syringe is emptied, "And don't call me 'Isley'. She's a socialite who let society control her. I'm Poison Ivy now."
And with that, she hurries back into the lab area where Nightwing would be able to see what she's doing now. Packing. Out of a closet she pulls a large duffle bag. Then she heads into one of the back rooms and comes out with a small amount of clothing. She was always more at home in her greenhouse than the mansion and so had a few basic living essentials stored away in the lab. Then her attention shifts to the lab, where she quickly sorts through the bottles and vials for the most essential ones.
And she's in such a hurry that it only takes her a few moments before she's back in the greenhouse and starts doing the same thing with her plants. She has no idea where she's going, but wherever it is, she'll need to find a way to get a lab, and some of her work would take much too long to recreate even though she remembers exactly how she did it the first time. She speeds through the process, finding seeds and taking clippings. Only the most important - the FBI could arrive at any moment and she must be finished before then. She keeps her ears open for the sound of sirens, though for all she knows they'll arrive quietly. Either way, she intends to be out of here. What becomes of Nightwing now is no concern of hers as long as he's unable to stop her. And nothing he can say is at all likely to convince her that he'd do that if she gave him the choice.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Mar 18, 2012 3:01:04 GMT -5
Nightwing tried to pull away from the vines. He knew they got tighter as he struggled. But right now he was ticked and he wasn't in the mood to think about it. He glared at Isley as she got closer.
He listened to her, but his mood did not change. He'd strike her then if his arms hadn't been tangled. And as she then stabbed the syringe into his arm, he only winced at the force applied to drive it through his suit and to his muscle. She wasn't being gentle about it.
It seemed more or less this was her way of getting revenge on him for him holding her against her will until she had fulfilled her end of the deal. And he knew he couldn't trust her an inch. He knew she was going to turn on him just like that.
He was prepared this time though. He was ready to take action. But not yet. He'd wait. And it was going to take some time to get out of those vines.
At the mention of the new name, Nightwing just glared at her. And as she walked off, he would only threaten at that time. His hands steadily worked on trying to hit a button on either glove as she walked off to collect her things.
"Well listen here Ivy. No matter where you go or what you do, don't think we won't catch you," Nightwing spoke as he was still truing to hit a hidden button on the glove of the suit. He could do it, but it was going to take time since restrained. He was glad he always thought ahead though.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 18, 2012 3:50:22 GMT -5
Poison Ivy scoffs at his words, not bothering to look up from what she's doing. "Last I checked," she replies as she quickly but expertly pulls a seed from it's pod and adds it to her dufflebag, "I caught you twice while you've failed to catch me at all." She moves on to the next plant as she adds, "And as a matter of note, I have no reason not to kill you any more." This is really the hard part for her - narrowing down which of her plants she needs from those that she merely wants. A part of her won't be satisfied unless she stays long enough to gather enough samples to recreate the entire collection. However, time is short, so she quickly forces herself through the tough decisions.
Finally she straightens and heads for the exit, though she can't resist scooping up one of the potted plants as she passes it - she doesn't need it, but it's one of her favorites and it won't slow her down. As she steps out of the greenhouse, she says, "Catch you later, Nightwing!" She was always one to rub salt into an open wound.
It isn't far from her greenhouse to her garage, though as she reaches it she can just see the FBI pulling up to the front of the mansion. She's going to be cutting it close, but she's not worried - the garage is a separate building near the back, and Nightwing gave her another way out that the FBI probably don't know about. Shoving what she's carrying into the passenger seat of her red convertible sportscar, she finds her mood lifting a little - at least she'll be able to take this beauty with her, even if she has to leave all of her helpless plants behind. She isn't sparing to the gas pedal as she speeds out of the garage and out the back gate, never looking back once.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Mar 19, 2012 0:31:17 GMT -5
Nightwing hung there against the wall and just glared at her all the while still working with his hands. The vines were wrapping themselves around his waist and torso more. They had get to completely tighten on him.
Her words silenced him with the truth of the fact. He didn't really have anything to say against that. Though the look he was giving her said otherwise. He'd get even with her one of these days. She had just had home court advantage both times.
Nightwing's eye traced her about as she made her way around the room still gathering plants. He needed to wait for her to leave. But he didn't have much time. After finally waiting long enough she finally was heading out. And of course had the last taunting words. Nightwing simply glared at her. He was sure he hadn't seen or heard the last of her.
He could heard the sound of a car firing up and making the get away. He knew it was her. As soon as he heard this. He let his body go limp in the vines, forcing the vines to want to support his mid section more. Giving him the slack he wanted on his wrist.
Then he began to struggle again more violently against the plants. He needed too. He knew they would tighten up. He need it to tighten on his gauntlet. It was just a matter of them reaching further down them. He shifted his elbow around to get the plant to wrap it more. The plant did just that and it was getting tighter.
As it worked it's way up his arm to his wrist, he jerked his hand once more. The plant went and restricted it and tightened fast. At this it managed to hit the button he wanted. The gauntlet let off an electric charge as the button was pressed.
It was a very powerful voltage, and he knew it would work since these plants were alive more than your average. As soon as the shock warded off the vines around his wrist and arm, he grabbed for another wingding and began to hack away at the plants restricting him.
He set off he other voltage on his other wrist to attack against them. It had worked and he cut into them deeply with his weapons as he pulled out a few more every time one got stuck. Within seconds, he had gained control again and had freed himself.
He wasn't going to take the chance and made a run for the door. The vines still coming after him. They had managed to grab him a few times, but he cut at them or stabbed them to get them away. Finally, he made it out of the green house and continued running at top speed to get out of there. He saw headlights coming up the road.
He moved faster as he got to the way they had enter and continued until he found his bike. As soon as Nightwing had, he started it up and raced out of there and away from the scene of the crime. All that was left to the FBI was a noticeable fact that someone had been there and the vines still moving, though many cut up with weapons stuck in them. The wingdings that looked like batarangs. And it was noticeable that someone had indeed ran in and grabbed as much as they could in a hurry. Other than that a few agents laying knocked out on the ground.
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