Funny running into you [Pam]

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It had been six days. Six god damn days! For someone who proclaimed their love for all plant life, she obviously didn’t give a shit about the ones dying in the park. “Checkmate!” he proclaimed for the sixtieth time this week. “Pay up,” he smirked, holding his hand out to the older gentleman who looked surprised and irritated. The man had boasted about being on the Military Chess Team, competing against the Soviets. From what Edward had seen, it was a surprise the United States won the Cold War, if they thought this man was an adequate representation of their talent. The older man handed him a fifty and pushed out of his chair. Edward grinned and looked over the bill with a cocky expression. He had made close to eight hundred dollars off his chess games which provided one benefit to this long stake out.

The older man walked away and whispered to his friends, “I bet he cheats.”

Edward’s keen ears caught the remark, and his go-lucky attitude changed in an instant. His jaw locked. “I’m sorry old man. Did you accuse me of cheating?” his tone dark, as he slowly got up from his seat.

The older man stopped for a moment before glancing at Edward and rolling his eyes. The action infuriated him even more. “You’re silly attempt to justify your own stupidity is pathetic, but if you are so inclined to defend it, I might have a riddle for you,” he announced, but the man continued to walk away. Edward’s mouth opened to shout and then snapped shut as he caught a quick glimpse of green. His head whipped to the side, finally catching sight of Pam walking into the park. Disguise or not, he could recognize her at this distant.

He grabbed his hat from the chess table, an old twenty style cap to match his dark brown tweed suit and green tie. “My lady!” he called out and left the lucky old fool to go on with his miserable life to catch up with Poison Ivy.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Robinson Park is not Poison Ivy's most favorite place in the world. Not even remotely close, actually. Her favorite place is the Amazon Rainforest. Robinson Park is actually quite low on her list of favorite places. Gotham in general isn't a place that she actually likes all that much, but Robinson Park isn't even her favorite place to be in Gotham. Still, as evidenced by the fact that she lives in Gotham and not in the Amazon Rainforest, where she spends her time is not a matter of where she would prefer to be but where she needs to be.

And she does need to be in Robinson Park on a regular basis - she has obligations and commitments to attend to. Fortunately, they're small this time of year - the weather has turned. It may not quite be winter, but late fall has settled in and all the plants within range of her senses have slowed down.

And she feels the same way - it's been more and more difficult for her to keep her energy up this time of year, though she has some advantages over the plants in the park. The main one at the moment being that she's able to bundle up. And bundled up she is - more so than anyone else in the park, most likely, though not in a glaringly obvious fashion. For most some variant of a sweatshirt or, for the less casually dressed, a thin coat is sufficient for the weather. Poison Ivy, on the other hand, is wearing a coat thick enough to protect one from snowy conditions, as well as a beret-style knit hat and a scarf that appears to actually function for warmth instead of simply style (though of course she wouldn't wear it if it didn't function for style as well).

Of course, perhaps she's only bundled up to that degree to disguise herself. With her eyes hidden behind a pair of large, movie-star style sunglasses the only visible skin is small bits of her face, which is currently a pale enough of a green that unless someone looked at her closely might be mistaken for a trick of the light.

As she enters the park, a voice attracts her attention - she'd recognize that annoying whine anywhere. She continues walking only long enough to remove herself from the main traffic of people entering and leaving the park, and she waits there until he reaches her. As she waits, she removes her sunglasses - revealing her unmistakable, too-green eyes - and deposits them in the pocket of her coat. When he arrives within easy speaking distance she says, "Good afternoon, Eddie, darling! Are we not getting along with Oswald?" Because she can tell that he's been waiting here for her, and why wouldn't he either tell Oswald to give her a message or at least look for her at the lounge if not to keep even the fact that he's even making contact with her a secret? Either would be far more reliable and faster than waiting for her at the park. She holds out her hand - which is, fortunately for the paranoid, covered in a dark green kid glove.