a little drop of poison [IVY]

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The Iceberg Lounge was typically one of the most crowded, thriving places in the evenings of Gotham city, making it both difficult and easy for Summer to accomplish the investigative missions that she set out for herself. With an agenda to stick to in regards to her upcoming story about the club, the redhead was having a bit of a difficulty meeting her deadlines. With the packed venue, it served as both an advantage and a disadvantage. With people lining the entire building it was easy for her to slip away and have an excuse, though it was a bigger risk when it came to getting caught. Still, she sauntered through the masses with a smile on her pretty young face and keeping her thoughts and opinions hidden as she did so.

At times it was difficult to bite her tongue in such an industry, but it was better than blowing her cover and having her tongue removed and used as seal food. Despite the hungry eyes and wandering hands of her customers, the redhead bit her tongue, prevented herself from rolling her eyes and swatting away hands. She had effectively managed to cover the bags that seemed to permanently reside under her bright, green eyes. With most of her time and energy going towards her performance at work and her undercover project at Iceberg she rarely had time to sleep anymore, but pushed through each day with a massive amount of coffee to fuel her as she progressed through her day.

The transformation to Starling meant leaving behind Summer: successful news anchor and figure head in Gotham city. It also consisted of shoving herself into a tight, black corset and the according accessories. Her employer insisted the staff wear detached cuffs, a collar and bowler hat to match the revealing ensemble. Most of the girls attempted to differentiate themselves with an arsenal of make-up but Summer stuck with her standard red lip and volumous lashes, appearing almost minimalistic compared to the other woman who plastered on the colors as if their faces were a canvas. The standard, high heels were not an issue for the reporter, seeing as she insisted on wearing similar every day of her life. Her red hair fell in cascades of spiral curls that framed her face beautifully.

While she was still considered new to the lounge, she was an extremely quick learner and was trusted to be left alone. Summer was typically a server but on slower nights she would take on the role as bartender, something that only college had prepared her for. Most didn’t recognize her, but those who did were provided with enough drinks until they forgot their own name – let alone hers. The only exception had been Edward, but he had so far kept her identity a secret, for which she was incredibly grateful. Still, she knew that despite his charms that he couldn’t be trusted and walked into the lounge every evening with paranoia that only rivaled his.

This evening, it appeared as though she would be serving the private booths that resided on a more reclusive part of Iceberg Lounge. Each trip to the bar to said location involved her passing the exhibit of live seals, which caused her to cringe each time. This section typically required much attention and encounters with familiar and often infamous faces. Summer prepared to greet her first guest of the evening along with one of the other girls who was talking a mile an hour.


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notes: left it kind of open ended just in case you wanted to make an enterance ;D

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Most people, upon venturing outside of their home for the first time since turning green, would be extremely self-conscious about their appearance. But Poison Ivy is not most people and knows that she looks stunning in anything - up to and including green skin. Which is currently a rather light, minty shade, so it isn't very green, but it's definitely not any normal color. She knew that there would be side-effects if she started pushing her genes too far, which is why she hadn't before, but if it means that she can crush her enemies more easily then it will all be worth it.

Especially since she rather doubts it will make anyone less attracted to her. In fact, if anything, she suspects that many people will instead view her as that much more exotic because of it. What she doesn't count on is that it would cause some to be unable to recognize her right away.

"Sorry, lady, you're not on the list," the man guarding the door to the back entrance says gruffly, looking at the woman in front of him suspiciously. He's pretty sure that if the boss was letting any green people into the back of the club, he'd remember them. And given the rather severe consequences of letting anyone into the back entrance who isn't supposed to be there, where all the people that visit the lounge without the public's knowledge go, he's not about to let anyone in unless he's sure that they should be.

Fortunately for him, Oswald, and pretty much anyone else even remotely involved, Poison Ivy happens to be in a very good mood at the moment. Instead of getting upset, she simply walks up to the man with an amused smile on her face, stopping when she's only an inch away, and quietly says, "I believe you are mistaken, sir. As one of Mr. Cobblepot's most valued business partners, I'm not only on the list, I should be somewhere near the top. If not, do be a dear and tell him that Poison Ivy is here - I'm sure that the oversight could only be explained by how recently I escaped from that horrible asylum, though it seems very unlike him to neglect to update his list the moment he heard." And the fact that he's heard is something that she'll take as a given. As she speaks her lips shift tantalizingly close to his, teasing them but lingering too far away for him to do anything about it without making some sort of move of his own.

Between that, the abrupt closeness of their bodies, and the pheromones that pour off of her, he just manages to maintain most of his composure. "Oh, yes, of course - I just didn't recognize you because..." he starts, trailing off when he finds himself unsure of whether or not to mention her color.

Smirking at that, she teasingly replies, "I grew out my hair..."

"Ah! Yes! Your hair!" he response, latching onto that instantly, opening the door for her as he adds, "It looks very nice, Miss Ivy. Sorry for the trouble."

Lingering near him, she says, "Thank you, you're very kind." For a moment she hesitates, asking herself whether she should kill this idiot or not. But perhaps it's better to hold off on giving Oswald any extra trouble until she's had a chance to remind him just how valuable their positive relationship is. So instead of giving him the kiss he is by now yearning for, she leaves him hanging. He won't have any trouble remembering her later anyway.

Striding into the lounge, she quickly surveys the area. She'd heard that Crane practically demolished the place while she was at the asylum, and that it had been rebuilt, and yet it still looks familiar. But she also notes several little improvements that Oswald had thought to include in the rebuild - he's always had such an attention to detail. And so does she: it can be seen in her outfit this evening. Though she hasn't had a chance to go shopping and clear the last-season trash from her closet, the little black dress she's wearing is such a classic that it hardly matters. As are the strappy little black stilettos on her feet. The large, living black orchid woven into her hair, on the other hand, is new. Though she sees a few heads turn in her direction, she neglects to pay any attention to whomever they belong to. Anyone truly important enough for her to pay attention to them can make their presence known to her - she simply sits in an empty booth and waits for a server to appear.

She can't say that she really approves of the ridiculous little 'uniform' that Oswald makes the ladies here wear, but on the other hand she doesn't care nearly enough to object either. When a young woman wearing it appears at her table, she says, "Just bring me my usual. And if Mr. Cobblepot happens to be available, you may inform him I'm here. If not, I can make an appointment - my business with him isn't at all urgent." She mostly just wants a change of scenery this evening - she's spent nearly all of her few days of freedom holed up in the lab of her hideout. The only real exception was when she rescued her car from the police's impound lot the evening after her escape, but that little adventure hardly counts as a proper break.

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The redhead nearly cringed as she moved to show a lovely couple to a reclusive booth, her smile wide. The woman seemed displeased but the man didn’t hesitate to have his wandering hands find a tight grip on her behind. His hungry eyes didn’t only make her feel uncomfortable, but his partner seemed just as willing to put her hands on Summer. The young reporter left with a cheery face to go get their drinks, only to almost drop both beverages when she laid eyes on the clubs newest guest. Summer looked down instantly until the woman had pasted her, but then turned to watch her strut toward a luxurious booth. The woman was visually stunning, not a single imperfection gracing her feminine frame except for one thing that seemed almost as notable as her ample chest – she was green.

Instantly, the young reporter was able to identify the woman as the infamous Poison Ivy, though she found it unusual that she was roaming the city as if she owned it rather than being secured behind locked doors of Arkham. Last time she had checked, the beautiful woman had been wilting away in the facility with a sentence that almost doubled her age. Now she was here and making her presence known. Many openly gawked at her exotic complexion amongst her other favored assets – our young reporter being one of them.

Something just came over her that only added to the obsession. The ambitious redhead had been following this woman’s story since she first made her appearance in Gotham. It was almost as if she was setting her sights on a celebrity, though she was far too aware of her reputation than to go ask her for an autograph of sorts. As the woman sat down, Summer found herself hard to swallow, but then forced herself to stop looking at the woman and returned to her guests. As she leaned over to serve their drinks, it seemed as though the male managed to misplace his hands on her once more but making a scene would be disastrous for her investigation and draw unwanted attention.

When the redhead tuned back to her co-worker at Poison Ivy’s booth, the woman seemed to be terrified and the rambling began. Being placed at the next booth over, Summer could hear every word spilling from the girl’s loose lips and cringing with each one. “Oh- yes, of course Miss Ivy… is it Miss? Or Mrs.? Probably Miss….not meaning you don’t look like you are married. I mean-ugh.” Summer sent the girl a warning glance, and the two managed to make eye contact for a brief moment. Assuming the girl got the hint to zip her lips, which only seemed to give her a new idea. “Oh wow…you two look a lot alike” She exclaimed nervously, referring to Poison Ivy and Summer “Well except for the gr-“ The ambitious young redhead decided to step in at this point, “I’m sorry, she’s not in her right, mam. I’ll be right back with your drink and I will notify him this instant. Thank you for your patience.” Summer interrupted the girls rambling very gracefully,

She quickly pulled the girl aside before Poison Ivy at her alive. “Don’t speak to her anymore; do you know who that is? You are being foolish. We are switching. You take my table and I’ll handle Ivy before you get yourself fired – or worse.” Without another word, Summer went to retrieve the woman’s drink after a brief bit of research. Thankfully, the bartender in this sector of the longue was aware of what the woman drank and had it prepared for Summer to serve in a matter of moments. She finished Ivy’s errands quickly before returning to the woman’s side. “I must apologize once more for my co-workers behavior, mam.” Setting the drink before the woman carefully, she pursed her lips for a moment before continuing. “Mr. Cobblepott has stepped out this evening, however I just informed one of his personal assistants and she is to notify him instantly. The moment that I receive word from him I will inform you. Is there anything else I can do for you?”


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[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

As good as Poison Ivy's mood is at the moment, when her words are not responded to with the sort of professional poise she's come to expect from this establishment, she finds herself sorely tempted to replace her current mood with a worse one. "There is a rather lovely word you need to add to your vocabulary: 'Ms.'," she remarks, now finding herself trying to decide what to do with this situation. She can't say that she's offended so much as she's simply annoyed at having to have a conversation with the second incompetent person in a row when she's trying to have a pleasant evening.

She isn't like Gotham's other rogues - or at least she doesn't like to think so. While she's quite dangerous - incredibly dangerous, actually - she's not as prone to random acts of violence towards anyone who isn't in her way. True, she'll fault the lowliest of security guards for simply doing their job, and if you happen to be in the wrong area when she unleashes one of her plans that's just too bad, but she doesn't just kill someone for being an inconvenience. Not usually, anyway. Admittedly, she's not untempted to do it now.

Fortunately, another server interrupts her inner musings about just how upset Oswald would be about losing an obviously incompetent staff member. Her eyes shifting over to the other redhead, she inwardly cringes at the very idea that they look alike. Not that the young lady isn't pretty, but she's so much... well, more. And not dressed in that ridiculous uniform. On the other hand, Poison Ivy recognizes exactly what the young lady is doing when she steps in, and she can't say that she disapproves. But she doesn't react outwardly to the exchange, as if simply waiting patiently for the situation to be fixed and expecting it to happen without her having to be involved at all. That is what you can generally expect around here if things are operating how they should, after all - at least if you're considered as important of a guest as she is, anyway.

Though rather than proceeding to ignore the young lady as she takes her coworker aside and then heads to the bar to fetch her drink and inquire after her boss's whereabouts, perhaps unnervingly Poison Ivy instead openly observes the young lady throughout the process. As it turns out, her 'usual' is a glass of absinthe, so the bartender gives Summer a small tray with a dose of the green liquid in a reservoir glass, a sugar cube, an absinthe spoon, and a carafe of ice-water - the rest of the preparation is to be done by Poison Ivy herself.

When it's placed before her, she silently sets the absinthe spoon on top of the glass and the sugar cube on top of the spoon as she listens to the young lady explain about Oswald's whereabouts. The question at the end gets a single nod, and she gestures to the seat across from her, "Sit." She doesn't say anything more at first, in fact she doesn't even look up as her attention instead goes to the carafe. An observant person may note the careful precision with which the rogue moves as she picks it up and very, very slowly drips the ice-water onto the sugar cube so that it melts and drips into the glass. Preparing the perfect glass of absinthe really isn't that much different than the work she does in her lab, and both are done with a certain attention to detail indicative of a person used to doing very precise work.

After the sugar cube has started to dissolve, she suddenly says, "Your face seems familiar to me, but I know I've never seen you here before. What is your name?"

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their mysterious backstory was far more rewarding than any autograph or backstage pass. The rouges and despicable that she had spent her rewarding career following closely and researching were like mythical creatures – their destruction and chaos simply a story until she managed to meet them first hand. As far as she had been informed, Poison Ivy was still in Arkham Asylum. The young redhead had attempted to schedule multiple interviews with the woman, though for various reasons it appeared as though each of them unfortunately fell through.

Despite her unlikely title, Summer played the role of server very well. The young woman had a remarkable posture and fluid poise when it came to serving and seating. Each second spent working at Iceberg Lounge made her grateful for her other talents and hard-earned success. However, she had to put that life aside for the moment to take on this new persona that she had created for herself. Her hands were nearly shaking as she delivered the elegant tray to the fellow redhead, though she wasn’t sure if was due to her nerves or her simply excitement.

The smile on Summer’s face was genuine as she sat the tray down, unsure of the contents that it held. Not being much of a drinker herself, it was all quite unfamiliar to the petite redhead. Though she had acquired quite a bit of an education ever since she had started at the Iceberg. It was almost unreal to think that she was a matter of weeks away from exposing the place and all the scandal it contained, leaving the artic-themed building behind for good. She waited both cheerfully and patiently for the redhead’s command, though the order that fell from her voluminous lips was far from what she expected. Summer’s smile wavered for a brief moment as she began to oppose, “Oh, no I really shouldn’t. Well- um…if you insist.”

The young reporter sat down on the opposite side of the booth, placing her hands in her lap below the table top. She began to fidget with her manicured hands as she smiled once more up at the elegant woman before her. Her presence was practically regal, and Summer sat up straight and waited to see why she had peaked Ivy’s interests. The redhead’s curiosity obviously watched her prepare the drink delicately before her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Summer started, swallowing as the woman asked for her name. “Well, here a lot of us go by aliases, mine is Starling.” She answered politely. “I don’t see how we would have met before, I’m fairly new here. I’ve only been hired since the remodel.” Remodel was only a delicate way of putting it, the place had been completely destroyed and built from the ground up, though the secrets still lingered.



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[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Though it's a bit of a rarity in most bars, absinthe happens to be Poison Ivy's favorite and since she was a frequent customer at the Iceberg before her capture it was certainly worth it to have a supply of the good stuff around - which has no doubt been waiting around for her return. It's a bit of an unusual drink - a distilled herbal tea, really - and one with a bad reputation for being either toxic or hallucinogenic, though that's completely false. As she pours the ice water over the sugar cube, the drink emits a particular herbal aroma - similar to but distinct from that of licorice. And as she pours the clear, green liquid starts to cloud - the slowness of the change an indication of the high quality of the absinthe.

As the young server starts to answer her, Poison Ivy seems to be mostly lost in concentration over the preparations of her drink, except for the slight frown that crosses her face when she's given an alias. However, that's exchanged for a hint of amusement when the remodel of the Iceberg is mentioned. "Ah, yes!" she replies, "I heard about that - Crane has a thing for being overdramatic. And shooting himself in the foot by upsetting the wrong people. I'm surprised nobody has killed him yet." Sometimes she surprised that she hasn't gotten around to killing him yet. Though it's mostly because he simply doesn't matter enough to her for her to go through the effort.

Once the sugar cube has melted fully and she's satisfied with the amount of water she's added, she puts down the carafe and removes the absinthe spoon from the glass, then gives the prepared drink an experimental sip. "So is it me you're afraid of, or someone else?" she asks rather abruptly, looking by all accounts rather pleased with her drink. It's getting the proportion of absinthe to water perfect that's the important part if you want a good drink - too many people drink add too much water. It has more flavor if you keep it relatively strong.

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The drink before the woman reminded the young redhead of some kind of science experiment – though the subject was never one that Summer particularly excelled in. Obviously English and speech courses were the ones that she lived for, easily achieving high marks with very little strenuous effort. Summer’s hands remained in her lap as she looked up from the fellow redheads drink and scanned the room. Her superior looked at her almost warningly, as if telling her that if she messed up in any way with this service than she would be without a job. Poison Ivy was, after all, one of Oswald’s biggest and most treasured clients.

As the woman’s expression wavered and a frown graced her flawless face, Summer swallowed, hoping that the answer hadn’t displeased her too much. At the same time her stomach was in knots with excitement at the experience of meeting the woman, let alone engaging in some kind of conversation.

Though Summer knew a great deal about the remodel and the origins of cause, she wasn’t sure if she should reveal that to the woman before her. However, Poison Ivy seemed more as willing to discuss it and Summer can’t help but comment. “I’m sure he is reveling in the attention it’s gained him. I’m guessing like a great deal of others that you are not on the best terms with him?” The server smiled politely at the end, as though she was just attempting to carry on the conversation without crossing the line, though in reality her conversation was only doubling by the second.

Months ago Summer had actually covered the story of the destruction and was able to supply her viewers with more information behind the explosion after various interviews – her close friend at Arkham being one of the most credible sources. Placing her sweaty palms face-down on her lap, the notorious Ivy’s question caught Summer off guard, though she tried not to display her shock and plastered a smile on her pretty face. “Pardon? What would make you think I am afraid?” She attempted lightly, glancing toward the display of live seals that stood as a centerpiece in the large, artic- themed club. “Though to be completely honest,” she started, hoping this might prove as a worthy cover. “The seals do make me a bit nervous.”



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[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Quickly shaking her head, Poison Ivy can't help but correct the young lady. "Oh, I don't think that Crane does anything for the attention like a few of the others. I think he's simply sadistic enough to enjoy what he does," she says, sipping more of her drink before she addresses the actual question, "And no, I can't say that we're on good terms. I can't say that I hate him either, though - hatred requires more effort than the man deserves. No, he's an amateur who believes he plays on the same level as the rest of us simply because he was first. But as is often the case, the first to bloom is the first to fade - when it's overshadowed by the towering giants who come after but grow to such great heights that nobody remembers the first flower of spring by the time summer begins." So no, it's not that she's not on the best terms with Crane, it's that she thinks so little of him at all.

Sipping her absinthe as she observes "Starling's" reaction to her question, she sighs in slight annoyance at the young lady's innocent act. She doesn't need to see the hints of body language indicating as much to know that it's fake - she knows because she knows that this Starling knows exactly what she's referring to. "I said that I've seen you somewhere before, but not here, yet when I asked you for your name, you gave me a name that you're only known by here. You're evading, and there's no reason to do so unless you're afraid of something," she explains very patiently, "And not the seals..."

With any luck that's enough to make this a more honest conversation - as much as she enjoys taking full advantage of the men who think she's stupid, her tolerance of the same coming from other women is much lower. You really can't expect better from a man, but when it's a woman who thinks such a thing it's practically an insult. The young lady should just confess that she doesn't want to answer the question instead of trying to sidestep it. That tactic is way too obvious to work on her anyway, especially since it's one that she so often uses herself.

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Summer couldn’t help but pull a face at the correction, not because she was being corrected but in order to play the part. Crane was yet another story that Summer had trailed since her arrival in Gotham and it could only be assumed that the obsession rivaled her fascination for Poison Ivy. Though the young reporter knew a great deal of the infamous Scarecrow and his cruel ways, Starling was sure to be oblivious. It was difficult for her to play this role, though it was necessary in order to keep her true identity concealed. Despite how much she wanted throw off this façade and have a genuine conversation with the woman who had decided to give Summer some of her attention, the reporter knew she couldn’t.

Pretending to look somewhat concerned as Crane’s name surfaced, a shiver ran down her spine – but of excitement rather than fear. This was really happening; not many reporters could admit that they had gossiped with Poison Ivy.

“That’s terrifying. To think that someone could actually enjoy something like that.” She replied with a false innocence laced in her voice. As Poison Ivy goes to elaborate her complicated relationship with the others who strived to make their mark on the city in a similar fashion, Summer’s interest noticeably multiplied. “You make it seem a bit like a competition.” She commented, wondering what would happen if each of these diagnosed villains would actually team up with another rather than bickering. “If you don’t mind me asking- if you don’t think Crane is on your level, which are?” The redhead wondered if the woman would indulge her with names, sure that she would recognize each of them.

She attempted to smile warmly, keeping the innocent look in her wide-doe eyes as she looked across the table at Poison Ivy. “I’m sorry, I just- I don’t want to get in trouble. I’m sure you have heard the stories about what happens when people displease the boss. He prefers that we all use the aliases” Summer wasn’t even true if that was completely true, but perhaps it would be enough to get her off the hook and for Ivy to dismiss it. “…so, not afraid, - I just wouldn’t want to get myself in distress. I haven’t been here long and I really need this job. It’s best I play by the rules.” Twisting the ring around her finger as a focus for her nerves, she continued to smile.


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[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

The very idea of Crane being terrifying causes Poison Ivy to roll her eyes. "Oh, he's hardly terrifying. Not to me, anyway," she states. His drugs don't work on her, and what does he have going for him other than that? The Scarebeast perhaps? Hah! Perhaps he's terrifying to other people, but the vast majority of other people don't matter to her very much.

As Starling comments on the competitive-sounding nature of the relationships between the rogues, Poison Ivy weigh the word for a moment before saying, "Yes and no. It's more of a hierarchy, I suppose - some of us are simply more powerful than others." And based on her tone, she clearly categorizes herself as more the former than the latter - but it's unlikely anyone needed to hear her tone to know that.

The question about who is on her level causes Poison Ivy's eyebrow to raise a little. Does she mind it? She ponders that while she has another swallow of her absinthe. When she's done with that, she laughs and says, "I honestly don't know what level I'm on at the moment. The playing field has shifted since I was caught, and I'm still finding my feet after my escape. What I do know is that I'm on a considerably higher level than I used to be. Before all of that, I was still well above Crane, Tetch, and Harvey for example. Some, like Eddie and the clown, are a bit harder to say - I suppose we'll have to find out if we ever find ourselves at odds." Which is basically a non-answer - mostly because either would probably consider hearing of her making any statements of her superiority as grounds for conflict between them, and she's not interested in picking a fight with either. Not because she's worried about losing, but because it would be a pointless deviation from her current goals. And the other rogues she won't bring up for various reasons - she's allies with some and therefore won't compare herself to them, others are too unimportant to mention, and others are simply off her radar entirely.

Whether or not the innocent look being cast in her direction is actually working as Starling attempts to explain the reason for her evasiveness is difficult to say, as Poison Ivy doesn't seem especially impressed by that explanation, though at least the annoyance in her expression eases off. Still, she summarizes what Starling said by saying, "I see. You're completely terrified of Oswald and aren't willing to admit it." Her tone isn't accusing at all, however - she's simply stating facts right now. "Not an unwise way to feel. The man can be quite draconian when his panties are in a twist," she remarks before taking another sip of her drink.

The last sip of her drink, actually - when she puts the emptied glass down on the tray it was brought over on, she indicates the glass as she says, "Keep them coming."

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Summer can’t help but grin at Poison Ivy’s reaction to her statement. Clearly she has dismissed him as a thread a long time ago. “Oh really? That drug they are always going on about. The one he designed. It’s enough to make me cringe alone.” She started once more, simply to get more of a reaction out of her. This was an all-new perspective that she was actually enjoying based on the information she was obtaining. However, it was hard to ignore the fact that the woman was very noticeably green…

“What does terrify you – if anything?” She asked very simply, with a childish curiosity that expressed no threat. However, she was quick to pay the woman with a compliment. “That man over there has been starring at you ever since you arrived do you know I am sure that is a common thing for a woman of your beauty.” Although, it was true. Despite the young, talkative woman he had brought alongside him that evening, his attention was directed toward the table that both redhead’s currently resided.

As Poison Ivy’s eyebrow rises, Summer manages a completely harmless smile as if to show her questions are pure curiosity. However, the moment Edward’s name surfaced, a deep blush formed on her pretty face that she instantly attempted to disguise. While she was aware of the others, her relationship with Edward Nigma was highly complicated and primarily physical in one way or another. The word ‘clown’ leaves the woman’s lips and Summer has to do everything in her power to suppress horrible memories as it is. Thankfully, the blush begins to disappear and she attempts to think of an excuse before she is addressed. “Odds? What do you mean?” She attempted, hoping Poison Ivy might elaborate

“What about Catwoman? I know she’s a bit of a wildcard…but what do you consider her on the scale?” If one watched her show, it was evident that the redhead was a bit of a fan to say the least. Then again, there was an obvious obsession for all rouges alone. However, she plays it off by looking around carefully and leaning slightly across the table, her voice lowering significantly. “And the Penguin?” She swallowed in attempt to show the name alone made her nervous, though the whispers around Iceberg were enough to fuel any server with fear. Still, if Poison Ivy had been willing to disclose information – or at least, opinions - at this point Summer was hanging on to each word.

With a chaste nod in order to admit that she is truly terrified of her boss, in reality, she isn’t. It’s an act. However, if Summer didn’t think that she would be able to take down his operation, she wouldn’t have even attempted too. Although, the young redhead was more than confident in her efforts. Although, it was best to let Ivy believe it and play her part efficiently.

As soon as the glass is empty, the young redhead snaps back to reality and jumps up from her seat. Taking a brief moment to straighten her cuffs, she flashes Poison Ivy another bright smile and carefully selects the tray from in front of her. “Yes mam. Right away” She nodded and began back toward the closest bar area, to dispose of the tray and place the order. The bartender is surprisingly faster than usual knowing who the drink is to be delivered too. After arranging the set-up accordingly to Poison Ivy’s liking, he hands it so Summer carefully. With her usual poise, the disguised reporter carries it carefully to the woman, serving it promptly on her left and waiting for the woman’s orders. She wouldn’t dare take her seat back unless instructed.



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[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

"Fear toxin? Oh, please!" Poison Ivy says, laughing a little, "The most pointless drug that has ever been invented. I can and I have done better than that - if you want someone dead there are cleaner ways of doing it, if you really want someone dead there are worse ways than fear toxin, or if you just want to torture them but keep them alive there are more reliable methods. And I know that because I've invented all of those. His obsession with it keeps him weak and horribly out of date." Clearly she can't overemphasize enough her disdain for the man's most infamous invention.

As for what terrifies her, to that question she gives a quick and simple answer, "Idiots." Okay, so maybe 'terrify' is a bit of a strong word for that, but they do always show up unexpectedly and ruin things for her so she at the very least worries about them turning up more than she does most other things. You can't plan around them either, so you just have to hope and pray that you can figure out a way to work around whatever havoc they caused on the fly.

As Starling mentions the man who's been staring at her, she doesn't bother to glance in his direction. She simply smiles at that and comments, "I know - that's the point. And yes, it is." Telling her that a man is staring at her is like telling her that Oswald overcharges her for her absinthe - she knows. She's just doesn't need to do anything about it so she's not going to.

As she mentions some of the other rogues, she doesn't fail to notice her server react to a couple of the names, though the young lady is trying not to and she mentioned them so quickly that it's difficult to pick out what the exact feelings being suppressed were, aside from the fact that they were quite strong. Though she doesn't mention that at the moment and instead simply answers the question that Starling asked. "I have my goals, each of the rogues has theirs, and sooner or later a situation will arise where only one of us can have what we want. And then we're at odds until one of us wins, making it clearer who is on what level," she explains easily, the confidence in her voice indicating her lack of concern about how she'd fair in such a situation.

The mention of Catwoman gets a smile and she replies by simply saying, "You just answered your own question: she's not on the scale. To attempt to do so would be comparing apples to oranges." In fact, as quick as Poison Ivy is to dismiss the rest of the rogues, she has a hard time being confident about how she might fare against Selina if they were at odds - it really would depend on what their dispute was about, really.

"And Oswald served his time and went straight years ago - everyone knows that," she adds. Never mind the fact that the section of the Iceberg they're sitting in practically disproves that. But she knows better than to say anything else about him here and now - he's a business partner, and she wants to keep his good opinion, and rumor has it that it's a bad idea to speak too freely in the Lounge. So in essence, that answer is a refusal to give a proper answer.

Having abruptly requested that her server actually do the job that she's paid for, the moment that a fresh drink is returned to her she indicates that Starling should re-seat herself with a wave of her hand toward the empty seat as she begins to prepare this drink the same way she did the previous one. "I'm not the only rogue you've met," she comments as she begins pouring the water over the sugar cube, making that a statement instead of a question.

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Summer blinks, somewhat surprised but also impressed at Poison Ivy’s opinions on the matter. However, what she was saying did put Crane in a different light as far as Summer’s own thoughts on the man were concerned. While she typically would have never personally compared the infamous fear toxin to the term: outdated, it certainly did fit from the other woman’s perspective. When Summer thought about it, fear toxin did seem a bit outdated and part of her wondered if it would be appropriate to mention his newer brave toxin. After recently discovering its existence herself after her reunion with Heather, Summer refrained from mentioning it in fear that it might only add to the suspicion. A lowly waitress and server at the Iceberg Lounge would not be aware of such things and the young reporter needed to maintain her cover for a little longer.

“So as far as trends in torture, fear toxin is considered last season?” She asked in order to clarify, falling in love with the sentence. It circled around her head several more times knowing that she would use it on her talk show later that week. “What do you consider most effective?” Summer asked yet another question, wondering if maybe she could take a leaf from Ivy’s book, no pun intended.

Summer couldn’t help but smile at Ivy’s retort to her question. It was quick, simple and fairly justified. “Good answer.” She replied, acknowledging the brilliance of the reply. Idiots were something to fear, simply because their actions could lead to not only the downfall of themselves, but others. Looking away from the man who seems to have his sights set on Ivy and turning her attention back to the beautiful woman herself, Summer looks a bit confused for a moment. “It? Oh! I see. I'm sure you are used to the attention by now.” Once she realizes the presence of the insult she couldn’t help but smirk. Despite the questions that surfaced, she didn’t want to pry much on the topic in fear that she might be classified as an ‘it’ as well.

Summer listened intently and politely, nodding ever so often to show she understood what the woman was saying. “And what is it that you all want? Power, control, the Bats?” She asked, seeing as that seemed to be the common theme amongst many of the rouges that she had encountered. They wanted revenge, justification and power as well as Batman’s head on a silver platter.

Much to her disappointment, Ivy doesn’t go any further to disclose any information on Starling’s current employer. And with a wide, doe-eyed expression the redhead pretends to have a bit of relief, but she hasn’t given up yet. Here she was, serving a number of wanted criminals and rouge alike. While he had mananged to get himself off the radar, she was positive as to the illegal operations that circled the building. In fact, she had proof of nearly all of them – only weeks away from being exposed on live television. “Oh, yes. I know that. It’s just…sometimes the rumors around here get a bit discouraging. I’m sure I am just being silly and overthinking them.”

After taking her seat once more, she attempted to loosen the collar and bowtie around her neck. During her wait for the bartender to prepare the drink arrangement for Ivy, one of the other servers had tightened it drastically, causing a great deal of discomfort for the young redhead. She felt foolish for having to wear the outfit as it was, though she understood the marketing and technique that Penguin was going for. Using the collar as an excuse not to meet the woman’s stunning eyes, she pretends to fiddle with it a little longer despite the fact that the problem is fixed.
Met them? Hell, she had a history with some of them.

“Oh, no. I mean, I’ve met several here at work but not on a personal level. I have served a handful, it was a bit intimidating at first, but I am fairly used to it now. Most of them purchase private rooms and I’m usually scheduled to attend to that section during the weekdays.” She hoped that might steer the conversation slightly.



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[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

"No, not last season, several seasons ago," Poison Ivy replies wishing to overemphasize just how far behind Crane is compared to her, "And there isn't any one toxin that's most effective - it really depends on what your goal is. If it's a quick death that you want, I have one that kills within 30 seconds. If it's a slower one, I have so many options - minutes, hours, days, weeks, months - painlessly, agony - a slow, gradual build-up so they can see it coming or a sudden stop at the end to take them by surprise. Or I design them to cause sleep or other conditions instead of death if I want them alive - I tend to custom make them to fit the situation. That's always far more effective than anything Crane could come up with in his wildest dreams." Especially given that he seems to enjoy focusing all of his work in one, completely pointless direction.

When Starling comments that she must be used to the attention, she simply gives that a solitary nod as that's the only response required. After all, she's completely intentional about drawing that kind of attention - she may be a beautiful woman, but she could easily present herself differently and no man would look at her twice. Fortunately for that man, she's not currently in need of him to do for her what she normally does with those who take too much of an interest in her. Then again, she's going to become a regular here again and if she bumps into him here again later then he's quite likely to end up being no so fortunate on a later date.

The guesses that the young lady gives to what she wants causes Poison Ivy to laugh, "Power and control are lovely things, but I honestly couldn't care less about who thinks they're at the top as long as they stay out of my way. I have far more important things to think about than their petty plays for power, so I keep out of all of that... except when they're stupid enough to drag me into it or get in between me and what I want - at that point I have no choice but to crush them." She shrugs as if those sorts of things just happen. "And as for the Batman - I really don't care about him. I know that some of the rogues are utterly obsessed with the man, but he only matters to me when he's in my way," she says, her voice getting more than a little bit tense at the end of that statement - Batman has been in her way before, and she was very much not a fan of that at all.

The reaction of Starling to her words about Oswald causes an incredulous lift of Poison Ivy's eyebrow, though for the moment she says nothing about it. Instead she focuses her attention on her new cup of absinthe for a moment, until the young lady is talking about meeting other rogues here. And what she says causes Poison Ivy to pull vaguely disgusted face. "And why, pray tell, do you work here instead of anywhere else?" she asks as she's once again pouring the water over the sugar cube, her eyes focused on that instead of the server.

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Summer can’t help but smile at Ivy’s comment. “Maybe he thinks it will come back in style?” She couldn’t resist by making her own little snide remark, perhaps the intimidating green woman was beginning to have a bit of an influence on her. Listening to the woman describes the numerous amounts of toxins and potions that she has created are enough to make the young reporter nervous. She wondered what it took to trigger the woman into actually using one of these mentioned toxins. “I would say so..” Summer nodded, simply because was at a total loss for words. After all, what was one to say when a perfect stranger informs you that they have dozens of methods for murder? “With that in mind, I’ll be sure to stay out of your way.” Summer said with a bit of a forced smile, as if to lighten the situation a bit. Though with her current disguise, she is positive that Ivy will not see her as even the slightest threat.

Listening intensively, Summer is sure to also monitor the rate that Ivy is drinking so that she can jump up the moment that the concoction is gone in order to get her another one. Getting to comfortable is not something that the young woman wants to do, especially considering that Poison Ivy is one of her current employer’s favorite customers. “You keep mentioning everyone in your way…what is it exactly that you aim to do where people keep interfering? Or do your goals change constantly?” Summer brushed a stay curl out of her face before sitting up a little bit straighter. Did she just dare to ask Poison Ivy about her personal plans? It seemed a bit risky, but she seemed to be playing the role of naïve waitress extremely well.

“Is there anything else that I can get you?” She asked, quickly and almost eagerly, as if to remind the woman that she is there for her personal service. While the young redhead had several other areas she was meant to attend too, the other girls had quickly moved to cover them when the bold ‘Starling’ had decided to assist Poison Ivy for the evening. Therefore, the beautiful fellow redhead had quickly become her only priority. While most people might have been afraid of the challenge, this actually was shaping up to be one of her easier nights at Iceberg so far.

At Poison Ivy’s question, Summer is almost too quick to answer. It clearly wasn’t the first time she had been asked why she worked at Iceberg in the first place. ‘Starling’ had almost become a dear friend to the young reporter. She had created a background and story for the character that she was playing and didn’t vary much from it. “Well, I just graduated from the University…but my loans are not willing to wait until I find a proper job. After the- well…explosion I figured it would be easy to get a job and good hours at a venue that is forced to completely re-staff. The outfits are a bit humiliating….but I can’t complain about the tips.” Though she knew that was not fully what the woman meant, she hoped it would be enough to get her by.



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