Stolen Property: Formula Poison Ivy Chapter 4, a batman the animated series fanfic

I woke up and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed, and yawned. "Went to bed at ten, woke up at four…"

I looked over at Harley, still asleep.

"Oh, four in the morning?" I whispered to myself, getting up. I quietly opened the door and creeped out, heading for the living room. I might not have known where I was going, but i was going there at 4 AM. I opened the front door and stepped out into the cold, cracking my neck. It wasn't Mr. Freeze cold, but it wouldn't have mattered much. I would still freeze my feet off. I continued down the street, hoping and praying to the sky Batman nor Ivy was aware of me.

It was quiet, almost silent, at four in the morning, I thought. At least for Gotham. So when I heard a shattering piece of glass, I jumped and swung around. I looked on as Catwoman ran past me, disappearing into the shadows. But not before smiling at me. I looked back to see Bats standing behind me.

"Why me, holy beings..? Why me?" I asked him in a whisper. I held out my hands with a faked sadness. He narrowed his eyes before following Selina, in a sprint, of course. Watching him leave, I smirked a bit. So much for laying low... Pretty sure that he was contemplating our conversation. Also, a person like me probably shouldn't be out and about at four, but hey, what the hell? Selena was.

Either way, I continued down the street, hoping I'd made the right decision. A tingle in the back of my skull began to sound like coherent words, but they were no longer screams of agony. Trying to shake them out anyway, I tripped over something. I realized that the reason the voices were less agonized was due to the heavy, glistening dew and bright sun rise that was breaking over the horizon. I looked up at it, knowing my eyes must've been very wide. Slowly sliding into a sitting position on the grass, I ran my fingers over the cool water.

Very rarely did I have a moment like this anymore. It just was so disconnected when I was on the drugs. Feeling raw emotions like wonder we're just all around hard for me, but at least millions of voices weren't yelling out to me in near death wails. But now, savoring the earthen taste of the air and the feeling of its thickness, I was me again, whole and pure, a person. I breathed deep and kept my lips parted slightly to allow the frost to graze my tongue. My eyes flickered shut, and my body became ethereal, as if i'd left it and was floating in a void of primal, beautiful forested emotion and senses. It was home for part of me, but that part wasn't me. I knew what was, though. The yearning for this freedom and love all the time. The want that i felt deep inside me to chose a world, or live peacefully in both, the bridge which i'd yet to build. Something else was there, in the back of my mind I hadn't felt for years, of what i'd begun to recall. Not aroused, per say, but something like it. Heightened, seems fitting. Suddenly, everything around me was good and pure and filling. It was new and familiar at the same time. Then, a virus began to breed in it. The voices turned from a choir to frightful ambiance. I was forced back to earth, and away from my small moment of breathing again. It began to crawl it's way up my arm, I looked down, breaking further from my paradise, completely leaving it's warm embrace.

I was broken again.

I froze, as did the small flower that had found itself half way up my forearm. I stared at it for a moment before unraveling it and pulling my hand away. I could feel it's sadness, and I realized I felt actual physical remorse for it.

Biting my lip, I held my hand out again. I leaned toward me, as if I was the sun in a very cold place. Swallowing my fears, I continued my approach until my fingertips grazed it's petals. My body immediately brightened in mood, although my mind was still worried. Setting my hand down once more near the plant, it recoiled around my arm and continued to grow at my touch. I couldn't help but smile. It always had been the little, soft moments of being a person that appealed to me. While tension is exhilarating and intimacy is enjoyable, fluff just bring involuntary smiles to your soul, until broken by darkness... As the petals grazed the cold skin on my shoulder, I felt a presence behind me. Not through senses, but I was connected to the grass the person was stepping on, the carbon dioxide the trees were taking from them. Quickly asking the plant to let go, I turned. However instead of letting itself uncoil, it completely uprooted and the stringy fabrics of flora curved around the contours of my hand. Shuttering at the feeling of connection I had with this... parasite flower, I stood and turned to the intruder. Smiling at me was Harley, who had stars in her crystal eyes.

"Wow, Lizzy. I didn't know you could do that!"

"Well, neither did I. I don't converse with that part of me very often. Were not exactly on good terms." Suddenly, another presence entered my senses. They were more stealthy, and closer. Taking an offensive as the supposed attacker drew closer, I whipped around. My fingertips just barely grazed Ivy's neck as I stared in shock at what i'd almost done.

"Well, then. Remind me to announce myself when I come to save you from something." I lowered my hand, shivering at the plant's touch. It was growing quickly, and it had already managed to weave around my torso with vines and the petals now grazed my collar bone on the other side of my body. Ivy smiled at this, visibly acknowledging the spasm.

"I see you've made a friend. She's very beautiful." Ivy brushed a finger over the petal, and I felt it over my ribs. Shuttering with me, she withdrew. "Aren't they wonderfully sweet?"

"Guys, kinda weirded out by this." Harley intervened, but the playfulness was shining in her eyes as she stared at Ivy's hand. "My best friend and her sister seem to be having inter- kingdom relations right now, and I feel like I should leave..." She joked, reaching to pull the flower wrapped around me to her nose. "It's a daisy! My favorites! Why is it so big, though?" She asked, realising the bud was larger than her palm.

Ivy picked a forget-me-not and cringed, and it seemed to cause her physical pain. I felt it, but it was more like a needle pinch after being numbed twice in the same spot. She then placed it in my free palm, and I felt roots sprout out of the broken stem.

"She's been so pent up that she's releasing much more energy at a much quicker pace than what I usually would. Without telling it to grow this large, it would take a while, even while feeding on me."

"It's eating her?!" Harley yelled, nearly crushing the bud between her fingers. I lost my breath for a moment and gasped, but the petals soon recovered. "Sorry." I nodded.

"No, Harley..." She started, obviously angered by the involuntary act, but I assume she lightened her tone to avoid hurting Harley. She cleared her throat. "It is using the carbon dioxide pooling around her body as well as any radiation or pheremones she's emitting. It works like the sun, which helps keep them alive." She held her palm in mine, and I watched the blue flowers slither off my body and onto hers. She held it at her waist until it rooted to her outfit and began to fan out over her being, at a slightly slower rate. She moaned as it did, obviously finding much more pleasure in them than I did.

"Oh." Harley said, watching the plant's stem slip over her friend's chest and weave down and arm. I smirked, perfectly content with seeing and hearing their silent love in their glances. Besides, I could feel the attraction Ivy was experiencing, but I just wasn't as... affected by it. It wasn't my body being targeted with such things.

"Should I take her with me, or leave her here?" I asked, interrupting the friends wandering eyes. I lightly kissed one of the petals, and I felt my own cold lips on my neck. It was oddly satisfying.

"I'm sure she'd find the green house most enjoyable, if you prefer that over here." Ivy said, finally prying her eyes away from the mouth of the blonde next to her.

I caught her attention with mouthing "just do it" before heading back towards Ivy's house.

I didn't hear them follow.

Watching Steven Universe on my laptop for the millionth time, I felt the plant's life pulse with mine. It was odd, and yet natural- like. It felt like that paradise again, but then a funny joke was cracked, and I couldn't help laughing. I got an odd, painful sensation in my shoulder, and I paused the video to stand and stretch. The greenhouse had surprisingly good internet.

Hearing pleas from my new Parasite, (I think i'll name her that; she doesn't mind. I asked. :T ) I walked over to a small pool Ivy had in the center of the room and dipped my hand in. A shock went through my body, causing me to remove my hand, but Parasite remained rooted there, keeping me from escaping. I felt pressure on my body, but it felt good. I let out an odd sound i'd never heard myself make before as Parasite's roots reformed around my fingers, leaving trails of water across them.

Hearing the door to the glass room open, I turned and smiled at Ivy, the blush that covered my face and shutters I made when I breathed not seeming to register with her. The forget-me-nots still clung to her waist, minus a few petals and leaves here and there, and her red hair had sticks and leaves tangled in it. To match, a few black smudges could be seen on her skin. She wore the stupidest smile you could find, and her body emitted a tingling sensation that I could feel even without Parasites help. I licked my lips for some weird, subconscious, involuntary reason and stood to come eye level with her. They were... purpler than her usual electric green.

"Rev up your Harley, much?" I cooed, shocking myself, while moving back over to my computer and powering it to sleep. I wouldn't lose my place then.

"Well, you know. You gotta just do it." She shrugged, the sensations numbing to me. She stared at the computer, then at me, her goofy grin returning. "Well, feels like you had some fun." I felt something odd about her, but before I could register her movements, she grabbed me around the waist and pushed her lips onto the flower curled around me. It hurt for a moment, but then it was just everywhere and my heart stopped. I now was flooded with whatever the tingling was,and it desensitized my mouth for a moment. She pulled her lips away and smiled. "Thanks."

"No prob, Bob." I said trying to drain any feeling from my expression, mind, and being in general.

"It's Ivy." She replied, turning to walk out of the garden. She stopped just before closing the door. "Don't think this is a reoccurring thing, Eliza. I'm just really... y'know. And besides, you're connected to me. You could feel it yourself. Also, 'Wow, thanks for the Gem Harvest sneak peek, you spoiler- ridden CLOD!'." She imitated an irritated Peridot, and it was pretty decent.

"Dayum! Dat impression on fleek doe!" I shouted back in an Amethyst, smiling as she clicked the door shut.

I walked over to the pool and had Parasite slip off of me. After being connected for so long, it felt like she was part of my body someone was cutting off, but I knew she'd be happier in here than in the polluted city air with me. I blew her a kiss and was meet with "mental happiness signals" or whatever before exiting the room.

I don't know what I had expected when I saw Harley, but it wasn't what I saw. Her clothes we torn and green smudges painted her jawline, lips, and neck. I couldn't help but giggle a bit at the sight, and to make it better, she was going on like nothing had happened, and she just whistled "Partners in Crime" while pouring cereal into a bowl.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, but that's when I realized she was as out of it as Ivy because she didn't acknowledge anything and just turned and kissed me hard on the lips. Not the flower, she was in the greenhouse remember, the actual lips. I pulled away, and she just went back to doing whatever that was now. Something inside me must have died at that moment, cause I breathed sharply and tears formed in my eyes.

No, that wasn't it. It was different, not like what Ivy had done. It was physical not mental. I'd actually been kissed. My throat closed, and I turned away. I didn't like girls. Key word: didn't- past tense.