Kiss of persuasion [Supergirl, Poison Ivy]

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An itch crawled down his back as he stared out over the large decaying mental asylum. He managed to avoid their claw like doors for over five months now, yet he would be willingly be stepping into the depth of it today. He felt like a man facing post-traumatic stress syndrome after the war and being ask by the government to return to the battlefield.

He looked down at his puzzle book; he had been filling out while waiting for the girl to appear. It was a minute to eleven, so he suspected her to be here shortly. He closed the book and put it in the glove compartment of the car. Allen sat in the driver’s seat uninterested, his eyes glancing at guards as they made their rounds outside the building. He pulled out his large frame glasses from the compartment, placing them over his eyes. He wore glasses on occasion, but never in Arkham, any small details to distract them from who he really was. He wore a dull brown suit that seemed more suited for someone like Arkham or Jonathan’s closet then his own. The key was to blend in, and look like a Gotham University Professor studying plant biology and DNA.

He opened the door of the car, stepping out without his cane. His arm was bandaged underneath the suit, but he left the sling at home. His ribs still bruised and healing, but he would live. He had gone through worse.

“Don’t forget, Allen,” he muttered, as he shut the door. He then glanced around, looking for a blonde girl. “I hope she at least knows how to read a clock,” he said to himself glancing at his phone for the time. “I can’t work with dim wits,” he turned and headed towards the entrance, hopefully, she would be there, dressed appropriately for her age.

[Kara Zor-El - Supergirl]

Kara had gone along with what this Riddler person would have said. Dress appropriate for her age. Ha, little did he know of the fashion trend now a days.

Thought she'd comply to his direction. If it meant keeping her being around quiet from the League. They still had not figured out about black kryptonite splitting her from the Supergirl everyone knew and loved. Ha, so they thought.

"For your information, my brain can work faster than any supercomputer ever designed. So take that as an answer to reading a clock. And it might help for you to know that I also superhearing," Kara had said as she walked up toward the gate to meet him there.

She was dressed in a business causal style. A grey pencil skirt that fell just above her knees. Along with black leggings and pair of black heals, that only set her about two inches taller than what she was.

To go along with the winter looks, she wore a dark grey button up wool coat over her white blouse. A thin black belt ran across the jacket to give her back some of her figure under such a heavy jacket.

She topped it off with a white scarf around her neck. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore thin rimmed glasses. All to throw off her appearance a bit.

"Modest enough for you," she said, half mocking. But she was not going against what he wanted. She needed this to work. To help her bring down Superman.

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Edward rolled his eyes when heard the girl’s snotty remark. He had done his research, especially with the Justice League. Not only did he know their skills, but he also knew all of their weaknesses. He didn’t understand girls these days. They were catty and arrogant for no reason at all, wearing attire that would be more appropriate for a prostitute on a street corner then a young woman. However, he was content with her attire. It was appropriate and wouldn’t draw unnecessary attention from the guards. He wasn’t a fan of blondes, but he knew quite a few of the orderlies were.

He nodded, “It will do. Come on now.” He turned away from her and walked towards the entrance of the Asylum. He could feel his skin crawl with each step he took. He greatly disliked this prison that constantly insulted him by proclaiming him insane. Insane?! Ha, their simple minds merely couldn’t comprehend his genius abilities. He put on a smile to the older woman at the front desk. “Gotham University sent me for an interview with Miss Pamela,” he said sweetly. The woman seemed tired, but when she saw the nice man, she smiled softly and checked the visitor request.

“Yes, I have it here. Kevin will escort you back,” she stated and a guard stepped forward and asked for them to follow. The orderlies eyes falling on Kara’s blouse before leading them through the many hallways. Edward hardly needed to be escorted. He knew the blueprints of this place like the back of his hand. They walked in silence until they finally were brought to one of the white bricked rooms. It was the first time that Edward actually sat on the other side of the desk.

Kevin grunted and then left.

Edward turned to the young woman sitting next to him. “Remember play on her female motherly instincts,” he whispered below his breath. If that didn’t work, he would have to woe her using his charms. Edward was quite charming.

The door opened and a gorgeous red head was escorted in.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Sighing wearily as she's led down the hallway to one of meeting rooms, Poison Ivy can't say that she's particularly looking forward to this. She's not exactly been feeling very well lately, and while of course it makes perfect sense that someone would want to consult with someone as brilliant as she is, she'd just as soon take a nap in her cell right now. With any luck, whoever this professor from the University is, he's actually managed to stumble upon an actually interesting question or she might just turn right back around and insist that she's finished.

When she arrives at the room, the guard who was leading her simply waves her in. She's behaved herself here, and as such she get quite a few privileges - including not having to wear handcuffs. Of course, the flip side of that coin is that if she's behaving herself there's a very long list of things that she's not allowed to do, but then again if she did anything on that list she'd be prevented from continuing to do it and probably quite unpleasantly. Better to follow the rules and not have to deal with that, even if many of them rankle more than a little.

Stepping inside, she doesn't recognize either the man or the young woman with him, but then again she doesn't expect to and she also simply doesn't care that much. Still, she gives them a pleasant smile as she takes her seat. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" she asks, forcing her voice to be much more upbeat than she feels - she'll decide whether or not to continue that vein as soon as she finds out exactly how interesting what they want is.