Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 16, 2011 18:45:22 GMT -5
Really, the sensible thing to do would probably to kill Nightwing now. But then, for all she knows if he were to disappear that would lead to a swarm of vigilantes arriving on her doorstep. And he would be useless to her dead, while as long as as he has that poison in his system and she does nothing he's willing to die to stop, she has nothing much to worry about. And she finds it doubtful that he's so fond of rich men keeping money they don't really deserve that he's willing to die for that.
Still, she realizes that she'll probably be unable to keep up this game forever, so it's probably best if she starts planning the best way to cover up killing him. And it's not like she's inexperienced with six murders under her belt. In only one was she ever a real suspect - she'd been a bit sloppy the first time. Now she has it down to an art - a couple of the others weren't even suspected of having been murders.
But for now, she's quite happy to have him as her pawn. She'd suspected that such a poison would be useful to her someday. "Like I said, about a week and you'll know when. I'll be waiting for you," she says quietly, smirking before she steps away. And he'll just have to trust that she'll have that partial antidote ready. Though it's possible that he won't have to trust what she says about the toxicity of the poison she gave him - he might be able to isolate the completely unique toxin that's building up in his system near the end of the week. But the real mystery will be why the toxin keeps building up again no matter how many times it's cured. Of course, if he solves that mystery and tries to fix that problem, that's when the fail-safe would kick in.
Heading back in the direction of the lab, she retrieves the bottle she'd filled the syringe with. She eyes the murky green liquid appreciatively for a moment before she comments, "Incidentally, I'm immune to this." Pulling the top off the bottle, she quickly swallows the rest of it. No sense leaving that clue to his condition laying around when he'd probably think to try retrieving it sooner or later and she probably won't need any more of it. And it's unlikely that there's a faster and more effective way of disposing of a poison.
Glancing back to smirk at him once more after she licks the last drops from the rim of the bottle, she heads back into the lab area and doesn't bother telling him to leave. Now that he's been rendered unable to harm her, what he does makes very little difference to her anymore. As for her, she has a party to be fashionably late to, once she retrieves some of that lavender perfume for Veronica.
Still, she realizes that she'll probably be unable to keep up this game forever, so it's probably best if she starts planning the best way to cover up killing him. And it's not like she's inexperienced with six murders under her belt. In only one was she ever a real suspect - she'd been a bit sloppy the first time. Now she has it down to an art - a couple of the others weren't even suspected of having been murders.
But for now, she's quite happy to have him as her pawn. She'd suspected that such a poison would be useful to her someday. "Like I said, about a week and you'll know when. I'll be waiting for you," she says quietly, smirking before she steps away. And he'll just have to trust that she'll have that partial antidote ready. Though it's possible that he won't have to trust what she says about the toxicity of the poison she gave him - he might be able to isolate the completely unique toxin that's building up in his system near the end of the week. But the real mystery will be why the toxin keeps building up again no matter how many times it's cured. Of course, if he solves that mystery and tries to fix that problem, that's when the fail-safe would kick in.
Heading back in the direction of the lab, she retrieves the bottle she'd filled the syringe with. She eyes the murky green liquid appreciatively for a moment before she comments, "Incidentally, I'm immune to this." Pulling the top off the bottle, she quickly swallows the rest of it. No sense leaving that clue to his condition laying around when he'd probably think to try retrieving it sooner or later and she probably won't need any more of it. And it's unlikely that there's a faster and more effective way of disposing of a poison.
Glancing back to smirk at him once more after she licks the last drops from the rim of the bottle, she heads back into the lab area and doesn't bother telling him to leave. Now that he's been rendered unable to harm her, what he does makes very little difference to her anymore. As for her, she has a party to be fashionably late to, once she retrieves some of that lavender perfume for Veronica.