Spring

[toxicodendron_radicans]

Death came and she was replanted. Everything feels alien, yet she knows the names of the sounds, the words to decribe the stench in the air. She knows she is hunted. She cannot remember if she had any benefactors.

She wandered to a place called Sea Til. Some of the streets looked right. It smelled better than here. But it didn't feel right. She had acclimated to a new climate and she let the tar and stone ribbons through America take her here as if lured by some migratory instinct.

And so she sits on a bench in what she knows to be Robinson Park in some fiefdom named "Gotham," covered from the rain and the sun as to not be cased from this place until she understands why she is here.

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[thecaretakerdc]

He nodded his head once more, after he was given a push out of the way. It was not terribly harsh, but it did make him move. Dolemeck reached into the inside of his hoodie and took out a newspaper clipping, one that was rather worn. He offered it to Ivy to show her the article.

"Anderson Night, founder of "Greening Night Industries" , found murdered in his home in Gotham. His youngest child, Dolemeck Night, is currently missing. His older son, Anderson Night the second, has taken control of the company. He announced that the company would take a new direction, leaving the "green" industry behind, for a more profitable venture."

Under the article was a picture of himself with his Father. Granted, he did not have the hideous scar in the picture...

[toxicodendron_radicans]

Ivy's Green eyes darken. If anger was a tonic, rage was incredibly powerful and beautiful medicine. This was why she was called back here, because this place was corrupt, but it could be fixed. If it could be fixed then the world would right itself.

"Eat your fill and sleep well." she stokes his hair. "No harm will come to you, pet so long as you remain a good boy."

[thecaretakerdc]

He was already starting to feel sleepy for some odd reason. Those bright green eyes of his started to close as Ivy continued to stroke his hair. She looked so angry, yet acted so tender. He did not know if he should fear her or hug her at this point.

Perhaps it was her pheromones, or the toxins in her body, but he sudden collapsed at Ivy's feet. Sound asleep, and looking like a little angel.