<div class="floatleft">(http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/users/0/88/11_2007/57245151.xlarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del> Pamela Lillian Isley</del>Maggie Sawyer<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong><br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Gotham Police Department<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday October 17, 2015 | 2014 Hours<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Bank; Internal Foyer<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Red Hood, Aquaman, Booster Gold, Miss Martian, White Canary, Supergirl<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>"This is Captain Sawyers, requesting immediate quarantine of the area!  Our own men are shooting at Aquaman, Booster Gold and the others.  Ivy has relea-,"</em>was all she able to say before the bitter, burning tang of bile shoot up the throat and out onto the floorboard of the police cruiser.<br/><br/>Maggie wasn't alone either.  If it wasn't the echoing crack of a discharging sidearm, it was the grotesque noise of someone following suit.  Anyone that could be affected by this sudden outbreak of poison was rendered to agonizing pain while lying in a puddle of their own vomit.  In one single action, Poison Ivy had removed roughly eighty percent of the threat preventing escape.  It fell to the heroes of Gotham, both new and old, to combat and defeat this threat.  Maggie could already hear the phantom reprisal.  Commissioner Bullock would start off by showing concern of safety and segue into how the pride of the GCPD was tarnished.  The department of Gotham's finest were a proud and prestigious committee of some of the most dedicated and tough-as-nails men and women found in northeastern America.  Maggie was no different.<br/><br/>Maggie would continue fighting, pushing through the intensely nauseating signals the body was sending.  Kate would in order to crawl in bed tonight so she wouldn't succumb to defeat either.  The flavor of bile lingered on the tongue, stinging the very back of her mouth but it was inconsequential.  Maggie was not locked in a shed surrounded by power-tools by her father during summer, forced to work and earn her keep around the house for nothing.  It might have seemed crawl at the time but this was over thirty years ago and it helped become the fiercely loyal and strong woman she is now.<br/><br/>She soldiered through the pain of a stomach mimicking the ripping and shredding of internal muscle tissue, pushing to a stand with aid of the patrol car.  Then she surveyed the scene closely.  All hell had broken loose tonight.  She saw police vehicles overturned,  fellow police officers writhing in pain on the ground or gunning down men and women in tights or strange outfits.  Red Hood rushed after Ivy, passing the nearby fight between the henchmen and the other heroes who seemed affected by the airborne toxin.  One of them, a young woman with hair as red as Kate's and orange skin flew into the scene and made some attack on the pink, bulbous spheres atop the bank.  It was safe to assume that the damage had been done but still worth circumventing in case of the worse.<br/><br/>Near this was Aquaman, one of three identifiable faces of the entire ensemble who was enveloping himself in a clear sheen of water;  was it strange or useful?  Maggie didn't know but if there was someone worth coordinating with, it was him.<em>Come on, Maggie.  Just run closer.</em>The internal rally gave her enough strength and willpower to break from behind cover and come to Aquaman's side just as the projected shield appeared and safeguarded the heroes (and her) from threat of the civilians.<br/><br/><em>"This has got to stop and fast,"</em>she told Orin, green in the face and clearly suffering through the same infection but soldiering through.<br/><em>"I know if I can fight through this bullshit, then you can too.  That goes to the rest of you ."</em>