A long strand of scarlet hair twirled around the ring finger of a gracefully moving hand as Poison Ivy idly stroked a stray tabby that had found its way into her lap. The cat purred and a pleasant grin shaped her ruby lips. "All we need is a little love, isn't that right?" Her honeysuckle voice purred back, as she scratched the critter's head. With her feet propped up on the desk, and her laissez-faire composure, it would have appeared Ivy had been here a while, but if that wasn't clue enough the vines and greenery that grew around her was a dead give away.<br/><br/>She had set up shop in the underbelly of Gotham's water plant nearly a week ago, where her latest concoction was slowly seeping into the city's water supply. As to not bring herself or her location any unwanted attention the process of poisoning the population had been slow, starting with minimal doses and easily overlooked side effects except for the occasional case of fatality, but all great things came with a little sacrifice. Not hers, but some nevertheless.<br/><br/>Most however didn't get sick, at least not recognizably, as having a city full of the ill had not been what Ivy was trying to accomplish. She needed them well and fit not feeble groaning heaps of uselessness. That's what they already were, and Ivy intended on improving them. Thus far her plan was working without a hitch, the masses were becoming complacent to her whims which she had been announcing through various means of marketing that was more akin to brainwashing than anything else, as the poison they ingested made them susceptible to her tactful inclinations. People were quiting their jobs, planting gardens, and bringing any productive flow to Gotham to a stand still. Three days ago all the cars had stopped driving, and the fog of pollution was beginning to lift from the air as people took to foot and left their motor vehicles behind to litter the streets. It was better than killing them all in efforts to return them to nature she had figured, patting herself on the back for enforcing a change in society instead of its extinction which truth be told had been her first idea. Conniving and manipulative perhaps, but Ivy wasn't so devious, or at least restrained herself enough not to be.<br/><br/>"A few more days like this, and we'll never have to worry about the parasite that is man any more, Mr. Cuddles," she crooned as if promising the cat within her lap of her success. "He's going to start giving back, just you wait and see. We start with Gotham and then we'll spread the love across the globe. Mother nature will return to her former glory and it'll all be thanks to me."<br/><br/>Behind her she heard the muffled grunts of a security guard left tangled up in her vines, as the tabby leapt from its cozy place disturbed to dart into shadows. "Oh will you stop it already," she groaned, drawing her long legs back from their extention upon the desk to slowly swivel and turn her vibrant green eyes towards the sound. "I've been feeding you and everything. If I wanted you dead you'd be dea-"<br/><br/>Her words fell silent as her sights landed on the black suit and cape that was releasing her hostage into a pile on the floor. "You," Ivy all but growled, her eyes narrowing slightly at the Dark Knight while the guard scurried to his feet to run for the door. "Now why'd you have to go do that? I was playing nice." Standing then, her tender grin shifted into a wicked smirk as a hand rested on the full curve of her cocked hip and she stared down the black bat. "Where are my manners? Can I offer you something to drink Batty? I'm sure using all those thinky muscles to find me has left the big bad bat parched."