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AN: *silence*

*cricket chirps*

Just feelin' the love... Yep. All the love.

*cricket chirps* =_='

I think the hardest part about this AU is getting it started in a way that works. Most of last chapter was a prologue with slightly altered content from the source. Now I'm about ready to really go AU.

This chapter takes place barely hours after Barbara and Pamela are first plant-napped from the ambulance. If one were to pay close attention to the dialogue in the second episode of season 3, they would see that Ivy comes to visit Barbara in the same night she first is exposed to the Chlorogene chemicals.

It is shown in the episode that Pamela seems to gain instinctual knowledge of her powers. I found that odd, and so I assume it's through a mental connection to plants, that are brought to life through her mutation. As in, every plant within a city-wide radius of her seems to gain a consciousness of sorts.

I don't even know where this story's title came from...

Ch 2: I'm Too Young to be Mother Nature!

It felt like an eternity -when in reality it was hardly half the night- before consciousness finally prickled at the edge of Barbara Gordon's mind. And even in whatever state she might be, the teenage girl managed to latch onto that flicker and hurl herself back into the land of the living. There was a loud crackling sound and a feeling like water rushing over her head, and Barbara's vision finally returned from blackness.

The first thing that Barbara noticed upon regaining her senses was that she was having difficulty standing, and, thus, she promptly stumbled from the standing position she'd suddenly awoken in onto her backside. Surprisingly, it was not an unpleasant forced collapse, as she had fallen into the soft, shard-like remains of what had once been a large pink cocoon.

Looking down, Barbara could see that she currently occupied the tip-top of a surprisingly-comfortable, bushy tree, which held her several yards above the ground. All around her, Barbara's gaze found only plant life, till she glanced over her shoulder and saw what appeared to be the back of her house.

'Freaky~!'

"H-huh? What is- What's going on?" On wobbling knees, Barbara stumbled to her feet, before her legs faltered and -for a heart-stopping moment- threatened to drop her from her elevated position over fifty feet up -if not for a new branch abruptly lunging up for her to grab onto and steady herself once more upon her perch.

"Uh... Thanks?" She gave the branch a little pat. What do you even say to a plant? For a moment, she even almost got the feeling it 'talked' back to her, but that was nonsense.

Shaking her head, Barbara looked for a way down with a frown, only for the tree she stood atop to lurch as if on command and gently bring her perch down to the ground. Barbara couldn't help but look around wide-eyed; it was all so surreal. Reaching the bottom, Barbara was finally feeling a little easier on her feet, and she stepped down on still wobbly legs to kneel in the grass.

It did occur to Barbara suddenly after feeling a rather distinct breeze that she was wearing, well... practically nothing; and when she looked, she found herself to be adorned in a strapless dress composed of vibrant green leaves that ran halfway down her thighs. Perplexed by the anomaly, she plucked a single leaf from the dress, but it grew back a split second later.

Further examination quickly showed that the freaky (and somewhat cool) dress was hardly the only change wrought upon her body.

Barbara could see her skin had paled dramatically, appearing almost porcelain white at a glance but having a nigh unnoticeable, green undertone on closer inspection. Said skin also happened to feel as soft and smooth as velvet.

Idly, she picked a few more leaves from her dress and, seeing them regrow consistently, looked at her skin. Dull shock echoed throughout her mind. "This dress is... It's a part of me!" She grit her teeth and hesitantly dug a fingernail into her skin, piercing it, drawing -not red, but green- blood, and the wound healed up just as quickly as her dress regenerated. Now that was freaky. "I'm green and a plant! What was in that stuff?! Crap, what about Pam?" She got to her feet and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Red?! You there?" There was, of course, no answer.

Her shoulders slumped, jaw clenching, and a large Bonsai tree grew from the earth to act as a chair for her to sit on. Barbara obliged, slumping into its surprising comfort and suddenly feeling rather tired. "What happened to me?" Giving a raised eyebrow to the tree she currently lounged on, one of the ones that seemed to unconsciously do her bidding, Barbara decided to give something a shot.

Bringing her desire for a reflective surface into mind, Barbara was pleasantly surprised to have her mount's trunk swiftly extend by an unnaturally large amount to bring her face-to-face with her reflection in the clear window of the her house's backyard door. She let out a low gasp and leaned in closer to see the changes more clearly.

It was her... and yet simplistically not. For one thing, she seemed to have lost her hairband somewhere -most likely dissolved by whatever green fluid had been running off her body when she awoke, and that had let her hair fall down for a short ways past her shoulders in enviable, straight locks that softly curled outwards like petals ever so subtly at the ends. What she had now was shoulder blade-length hair of a vibrant rose-red color in contrast to her previously shiny, blood-red hair. It was just so red currently that one might have trouble not drawing attention.

On second glance, her skin that she previously dubbed as pale looked more tanned than her original peach skin with that earthy undertone still prevalent -no doubt due to the fact that her friggin' blood was green. Perhaps it had been a trick of the light. On a related note, her lips had taken on a dark leaf-green color.

Perhaps the very most startling change to Barbara were her eyes. Where once she had a pair a expressive, brown eyes, she now had a irises of a pale green so striking it could not be ignored. The fact that they were so pale gave them a quality that was most definitely inhuman, and that bothered her just a bit.

Simply put, with her hair down in vibrant, red locks, pale, plant(apparently)-kissed skin, captivating, emerald eyes, slim figure, and form-fitting dress, Barbara couldn't help coming to the conclusion that she was now absolutely gorgeous -stunning even, and she actually almost ended up preening. 'Note to self: going to have to start avoiding mirrors. Who knows how much better I'll look in a proper one.'

Barbara shook her head in self-exasperation. "Damn, if Pam got hit with the same stuff, I imagine she's probably in the same boat as me. Actually..., she's probably loving this: being half plant." She deadpanned, before worrying her bottom lip for a bit with her teeth. "If anything, I'm more than half by this point. Congrats, Barbara, you are now part of the next stage of human evolution... or plant... That's going to be tough to figure out." She gave herself a few dry claps of applause. 'And now you're talking to yourself... Great~.' Barbara sighed and reclined once more into the leaves of her tree-chair-couch-thing, who ('Not what? Attached rather quickly, are you?' she asked herself mentally) she was coming to enjoy quite quickly. "Now what?"

That was actually a good question. Whatever had happened to her had obviously mutated her genetic structure on a deep cellular level -probably even a genetic one; that's what the stuff was supposed to do to plants, anyway. It was almost positively irreversible without having fatal results.

So she was stuck with this?

Could her changes be hidden if need be? What if they couldn't? She still needed to go to school and -you know- actually socialize with people a have a life; her father would have a fit otherwise. Surely, she could just wear other clothes over her rather permanent leaf dress when need be. Her hair could easily be tied back once more, though it would never be the subtle, blood-red hue it had once been. Her lips? She could say she was trying new lipstick. Her eyes might be hard, so she'd would just do her best to pass them off for decorative color contacts.

And the less said about plants reflexively serving your every need the better. She could just see it now: the school would be absolutely decimated by all these trees and vines growing up around her suddenly due to random impulsive thoughts. Barbara winced; these changes could be both a possible gift and a curse. The plant girl's mood darkened, and she began brooding a bit.

Suddenly brightening, Barbara sat up straighter and shrugged to herself. "Well, nothing I can do about it, so I might as well reap whatever benefits I've been afforded."

What was she moping about anyway? She had powers now, after all! She could be a superhero..., like Batman! All she needed to do was train herself up in using her powers.

First of all, there was the near-instantaneous healing thing; that would be handy no matter what. Barbara wondered if there was a limit to it. How injured could she be before her new healing factor could no longer recover her? Did she heal bones and vital organs with just as much ease? Were those vital organs even still existent within her new plant biology? Did this healing factor make her more or less durable as the cost for the recovery? Could she control which parts of her body healed first if injured in multiple places? Did she have a sudden secret weakness to weed killer? These questions could most likely only be answered in their own time -or if she ever somehow became imperiled enough to have to test them.

The second thing Barbara began to experiment with was her newfound Chlorokinesis. She saw how the plants around her responded to subconscious commands to act as an extension of her will. Did they respond just as well to conscious commands? Did only the plants she had grown herself fall under her purview, or could she just as easily manipulate previously grown flora? And what about the quiet, willowy whispers that she had started to pick up around her, when there was no one but plants about. 'Time to experiment.'

Barbara decided to start small and gave a small wave of her hand. Mentally, she designated a specific number and was rewarded with perfectly-spaced 5 by 2 rows of assorted flowers. With a grin, Barbara tried some more waves and found that she could summon any number of either mixed breeds or specific types of flower in these rows. She also made some small and uneven, assorted wildflower patches.

Barbara's grin could have split her face. "This is so cool."

Next, the giddy teenage girl made some verbal and nonverbal commands to the mutant plants around her. In both cases, the flora life immediately responded and obeyed with what almost seemed like enthusiasm, forming all manner of short and tall, squat and stick-thin trees and vines as well as shaped figures -like circles, squares, cones, hearts, and wooden statues that looked in need of more detail. Barbara found that adding directing arm motions got results faster from her commands.

She found that, yes, she could manipulate pre-grown plants. Nearby flowers, trees, and grass were all her play-things. Then, she began practicing some multitasking doing all these things by having her large Bonsai mount move all over the yard, while she directed other plants at the same time.

Barbara couldn't help but laugh giddily, as she collapsed back on the soft, leafy limbs of her Bonsai tree. A sense of accomplishment accompanied her tired state of being. "Okay, Pamela, maybe this was all worth it somewhat. I've got freaking super powers."

"What going on out here?!" And that was when her father slammed open the door to the backyard, pistol in hand, and both occupants of the yard froze at the sight of each other. "Alright, hands in the air," he commanded crossly. "Who are you, and what are you doing on my property?"

He lifted his gun, and Barbara stiffened in shock. He didn't outright recognize her! Her plants took her sudden distress as a sign that the life form before them was a threat to their 'Lady' and should be eliminated... with extreme prejudice.

They lashed out at him too fast to be dodged, and Jim Gordon's eyes widened in surprise. One burrowed into his gun's barrel and shattered it from the inside out, and several more wrapped tightly around his limbs. Meanwhile, a third stem began to morph into a large, nasty venus flytrap with a gaping maw as wide as a grown man is tall, and it moved to bite his head off.

Barbara managed to shake off her shock enough to be horrified and call out, "NO! STOP!" The plants (Her subjects, some distant part of her informed.) halted immediately, and she heaved a great sigh of relief. "Please, let him go now." The vines promptly obeyed, Gordon looking markedly uncomfortable, as they retracted into the soil, leaving him standing alone with the thoroughly trashed remains of his pistol.

Barbara stood up from her Bonsai tree-chair and gestured for her plants to back away, as she strode over to Gordon with a nervous expression. Twiddling her thumbs, Barbara chuckled awkwardly. "I'm uh... Yeah. Sorry about that. They're like overzealous bodyguards, and I'm kinda' less than an hour new to the whole plant princess thing."

Inwardly, she could only breathe a sigh of relief that her own reaction time was up to par for handling her plants' surprisingly -and alarmingly- zealot-like actions. That had been a remarkably close call.

Something about that statement rang several the alarm bells in Gordon's head and sent his detective senses tingling. His eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"

To his interest, the plant-person-girl-teen stiffened and shuffled in place with a pained expression. "Ouch, that... actually hurt a lot, even though I was braced for it a bit." Her right arm reached up to rub her left one, as she sighed, "Well, how about I counter that road of inquiry with a question of my own?" She winced. "You're a detective, Commissioner, one of the best on the force, so who do you think I am? Take a moment to get a real good look and think about it." A loaded question if he ever did hear one.

Jim Gordon looked the girl over up and down, as she shuffled in place. A few of her plants tried to come to her, but she shooed them away. When he was finally done with most of his physical inspection, he set his hard expression on her face. Something about her eyes spoke of familiarity -even with their striking, green hue, but try as he might they just did not- Wait! The case! The plants! The Chlorogene chemicals!

It should have been obvious! Barbara and Isley! Could the compound really do all this to a person?!

At the spark of recognition and realization on his face, Barbara allowed herself a giggle and summoned a small vine to be formed into a hairband. Pulling back her rose-red locks into her favored low, messy ponytail hairstyle, Barbara snapped the plant band in place in her hair and lunged forward to embrace her father. "Hey, Dad, I'm still alive. Yay~?"

Jim hugged Barbara back briefly in disbelief before abruptly holding her out at arms length. "Barb, what happened to you?" he gaped. "How did you get back here? Where's Isley?" His tone shifted to something more than a little less pleasant at the other red-head's name.

"Well, I'd assume the whole green thing is a result of whatever crap those egg-heads threw into that powdered sludge at the Chlorogene lab," Barbara remarked dryly to Jim Gordon's nod. "It was some sort of compound designed specifically to enhance plants through mutation, Pamela told me. Problem is, that stuff is strong enough to grow its' own frickin' plant life in itself without seeds of any kind. In fact, I saw it do just that before Pam and I got hazed. Just imagine how powerful an effect something like that would have on an exposed human being. It did exactly what it was designed to do: mutate plant life. But it mutated its own plant life inside of me, mutated me, made me part plant. I think it's permanent, and I'm pretty sure Pam is in the same situation as me somewhere out there."

"But how did you get back? When?" Jim persisted.

Barbara gave a few placating waves of her hands. "Not sure about the when, but I guess the plants brought me here. They did it on their own too; I was unconscious at the time, and that's kind of creepy!" At this exclamation, she shot the hybrid assortion of flora behind her a halfhearted glare, which they shrank away from.

Jim just shook his head at the sight and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a pair of calloused fingers. Incidents like this were becoming more and more common in Gotham as of late. Insane meta-humans like Joker, Clayface, and Mr. Freeze had begun showing up and wreaking large-scale havoc on the city, and only the vigilante, Batman, seemed to be equipped to handle them and toss them in Arkham.

And then there was people like Pamela, who had been bad-seeds before they got ahold of power... Woah.

That was a scary thought, thinking about what she was doing now in assumedly the same position as Barbara.

He could only pray that these abilities did not negatively effect his daughter's mental health like so many meta-humans before her. The sight of her angrily berating a certain giant venus flytrap, whilst it shrank away in a guilty fashion, did nothing to reassure him.

"Barbara," he began.

She turned. "Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

She gave him an odd look. "Uh... yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm as well as you can be after being turned into a plant." She paused and looked at the flytrap. "Oh, you mean that? Well, it wasn't too clear before, but now when I really listen every plant has a sort of... 'voice' if you will. They aren't too articulate; just some one or two word phrases that convene needs and opinions. 'Course, only I can actually hear them, so I guess I would look a little crazy yelling at a giant flytrap." She shrugged. "So now I'm suddenly the Plant Whisperer or whatever. Can't really do anything but deal with it."

"Ah..." he trailed off. What do you say to an answer like to that?

Barbara gave him a thoughtful, bordering-hurt look. "You don't... believe me?"

Gordon started, realizing how his silence had been taken. "No! No, I do. I do believe you, Barb. Believe me, I've seen some weird things on the job this past year -not that you're weird. This is nothing too unbelievable."

Barbara shrugged again. "I suppose not." Her voice trailed off into an awkward silence between them. Finally, Barbara pursed her green-stained lips and gave them a pop with her exhale. "So... What now? I mean, I've kinda' got real-live super powers now, so there's that..."

Jim chuckled quietly. "There is that..." Internally, he was having a far more elaborate debate with himself. The arguments mostly revolved around whether to hide Barbara's new meta-human status and abilities or to seek out someone to give her a medical and scientific once-over to determine whether her powers were self-destructive like Mr. Freeze's or not and if they could be cured.

Jim sighed and decided that for now it would certainly be better to handle this without outside help, at least if/until it became necessary. Maybe the Batman... Yes, if anyone it would be Batman he called on first.

"Barb, the first thing you really need to do is get a handle on these new abilities of yours, and, unfortunately, I don't think it's something I'll be able to help you with." The Commissioner lifted his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. "Your new genetic status is... Well, there's a lot of meta-human prejudice with the citizens of Gotham, since practically every other person like you -people with abilities far beyond the normal- is a super villain and causes them constant pain, death, and strife. And if you can't control or completely hide your changes, that prejudice and fear will likely use you as an innocent outlet."

"Yeah," Barbara consented with a wince. "That's a pretty good point." She huffed and flopped back onto her large Bonsai tree. "And here I was thinking these new powers would be all sunshine and rather literal roses. Guess it was a bit too good to be true."

"Now, Barbara, I'm not saying these changes are all bad," her father said diplomatically, "but you need to be responsible with this kind of power and, above all, careful. You can't mess around with this, Barb. It wouldn't be hard to recognize you if your powers were used in public; that shade of red hair is definitely distinctive." He sighed. "Look, I've actually got to go back to the station, we still need to find Pamela. I'll let them know I've already found you, so we don't have to deal with missing person alerts in the news tomorrow."

He walked back to the backyard door before pausing. The police Commissioner let out a sigh. "Barb', I know I've told you a hundred times before, but... this -though, most definitely not always as drastic- is the kind of thing that happens when you pull reckless stunts like today's, when you try to get involved with crime-fighting. The kind of people those powers can get you into trouble with..." He sighed again. "I don't want that life for you, so please try not to get involved. Isely has made herself into a criminal; this is police business now."

Barbara frowned at that declaration but said nothing. If she had the power to do good, why shouldn't she?

And with that, the Commissioner was back inside, through the house, and out the front, driving off at a more sedate pace than he had arrived, leaving Barbara sitting on her Bonsai with her brows scrunched together, as the newly-Chlorokinetic, teenage girl was left alone with her thoughts and her plants.

AN: Aaaannnd... DONE! Thought about having the meeting between Barbara and 'Ivy' this chapter but decided on having it the next one along with Batman's first fight against Poison Ivy. Not sure how I'm going to incorporate this Barbara into that fight -if at all...

Meh, we'll see.

R&R! And remember, Ivy's plants will likely strangle those pyromaniac reviewers.