The Gotham Queen

Chapter 13

~ Ivy's POV ~ (Bet you were waiting for this part)

The guards drag me into the large Cell Block that's for all of us big names. Joker, Riddler, Killer Kroc, Penguin, Mr. Freeze, Catwoman, Two-face, Scarecrow, and then there's me, Poison Ivy. The fact they think sticking us all in one giant room full of cells is a good idea really goes to show how stupid they all are. I mean, if one of us break out, then we all do. Especially if it's Joker, who always uses us to cause chaos and a distraction.

I get shoved into my cell, which is heated 24/7 due to me not being able to survive in the colder temperatures, nearly falling to the floor as the force of the shove makes me trip over my own feet. The guards slam the door to my cell shut, and I sneer at them. It's not my fault that I was turned into the way I am, and they don't need to be assholes for it. I am technically still a person, even if I don't look like one.

I glare as I watch their retreating forms leave the very large Cell Block and rub my arms to ease the pain from their grips. I can already tell that my body is going to bruise, and I curse my body for being so weak. I'm more fragile now that I'm a walking plant, which is why I usually fight from a distance and use my ability to protect me.

I sigh as I hear the others annoying each other as I go sit on my metal bed in the far back corner, which for some reason someone genuinely believes the hard, metal beds are comfortable to us. They aren't.

Riddler is in his cell, doing what he does best, which is annoying everyone around him with his constant riddles. I swear, he talks in riddles more than that Mad Hatter guy over in Cell Block A, which is saying something because Jarvis only ever speaks in riddles. Honestly, Riddler is doing what we all do, which is bother each other. I mean, we aren't allowed to really go anywhere except for therapy, talking or torture. We either just sit around our cells doing our own thing, or we bother our neighbors. There's not much else to do, so we're just doing what we can to kill time and the boredom in our lives.

The room itself is massive, with all 7 of our cells in one giant ring facing one another. In the center of us all, there's a large control center with stairs spiraling around to get to the control room on top. My cell is directly to the right of the west security door, labeling me as the lowest risk among everyone here, which is strange since I'm one of the most dangerous people in the room. 

Anyway, going counterclockwise, next is Catwoman. We're not allowed to see each other at all, so they stuck her right next to me. After her is Two-Face, who somehow managed to get his hands on a blowtorch last week and scorched half his cell to match his personality, and himself. Next is Penguin, who is constantly going on about killing Nightwing for getting him locked up in here, plus his strange obsession with the Wayne family. Don't know what Bruce Wayne did to him, but Oswald 'Penguin' Cobblepot hates him with a passion.

Next to Penguin is the east security door, which I can never see because of the control tower blocking it and half of Penguin's cell. The other side of the room is the more dangerous of our group, starting with Killer Kroc. He's the only one with a hole in the floor of his cell, but that just leads to a heavily secured blocked area of the sewers. The guards feed him down there, and treat him like a literal animal, so Kroc always acts like one. I think he just wants a friend, someone who sees him as more than a crocodile monster.

Then, there's Riddler. Edward Nygma is by far the most complex character I have ever had the unfortunate opportunity of meeting. Eddie is always talking in riddles, and his games even consist of them. Riddles are literally this man's life, and they usually result in either life or death. He loves to use riddles in his long games, leaving clues little by little. He's the one Batman has the hardest capturing because Eddie makes the guy run all over Gotham. I almost feel bad for the Bat.