<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11111/111119363/3316284-ivy.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/2/29837/765808-thorn1_new.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pamela Isley & Rhosyn Forrest<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Poison Ivy & Thorn<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Green<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday October 17, 2015 | 2015 Hours<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Bank | Interior<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aquaman,  Red Hood,  Flash,  Booster Gold<br/><strong>Music:</strong>Rise of the Thorns (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ajAZG6FGWM)<br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center"><strong>Who Are They?</strong></div>Poison Ivy is one of the world's most prominent eco-terrorists with an obsession in plants, botany, and environmentalism.  What isn't known is Poison Ivy is a Guardian of the Green and that she was inactive for five years.  |  Serving Metropolis' vigilante population, Thorn has a case Dissociative Identity Disorder and has spent her efforts hunting down the 100.<hr/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>I</strong></span></span>vy turned her attention on Boostar first, giving direct eye contact.  Her expression was still one of an emotional void, apathetic and serene.  His questions were presumptuous, clearly derived from the lack of comprehension innate in men of his disposition.  It could also be his dispassionate stance about the scene.  Only fools ignore the words of those you fight with.  Rhosyn sighed at the man's overbearing moral compass.  Such a blind faith to law when it only stifles the process to detain or prevent criminal activity.  Hence why she worked the streets of Metropolis, focusing attention on the 100 on her terms.  Still, she did not speak yet.  She simply bristled in irritation.<br/><br/><em>"No,"</em>Ivy answered, giving a nod in Gold's direction.<em>"I am not a target.  At least, to my knowledge.  I am not an Avatar;  simply a chosen second to ensure the plant-life's survival.  An act that puts me at odds with the carless who destroy forests without thought or remorse."</em><br/><br/>Ivy stepped forward, pacing at a calm gait.  Her posture was still not of hostility, but of burden and confidence.  She seemed to have no actual destination during the pacing, but was intent to pace regardless.  Perhaps it was a necessity to move - be active.  It was only seconds later that the truth revealed itself.  She raised a hand with an exasperated exhale via nostril.  The vineyards and plants encompassing the bank slowly writhed and began to sink into the ground.  A gentle smile spread on Ivy's lips once they were all out of sight before looking towards Hood's departure.  She watched him until she caught the King of Atlantis' reaction to speech.<br/><br/>In-fighting.  Exploitations.  Instigations.  Strategy.  Extortion.  All words given variable levels of success if executed.  Every bit of information was a weapon.  If you ask most people what makes the world spin, they'll say money.  Money's only a material form given to almost all forms of weaponry but the truth is - information was the most rich commodity.  You need information to make money.  You need information on what to spend money on.  You need information to help yourself grow and change.  You need information to learn how to survive.  As tantalizing as the prospect was, those days were behind Ivy so she said nothing, but saw no fault in lingering gaze on Orin to ensure he realized the error he displayed.  Arrogance and inflated sense of importance was one of the easiest human aspects to manipulate and affect.<br/><br/><em>"I chose the bank because I required the funding.  If you believe that I will receive a loan large enough to make my investment, then you truly are ignorant.  Not to mention, previous history during my younger days would make such a thing incredibly difficult.  Better and easier to simply take in the interest of my counter-measures against The Rot.  It was my lack of preemptive research that left me negligent to more heroes in this city.  I thought with the Bat dead, I'd simply contest his extensive list of protege."</em><br/><br/>Once the portal opened, Ivy oriented on his focal point and stepped towards it casually.  She would stop her approach next to Orin, taking a glance over a shoulder towards the others.  Protesting was pointless.  Their idealisms blind them to truth or simply refuse to see what's in front of them out of misplaced pride.  A sweeter victory came in this 'empirical evidence' gain through this Garth.  Perhaps they'll learn that in times of war, sacrifice and compromise are the cornerstones to survival.