Inflorescence • Poison Ivy's Daughter

chapter six ~ archenemies

Dick Grayson lay in bed wiggling his toes, so far this was the only part of his body he could move. That is asides from his mouth.

'That-that..girl.' He hissed, ' "I doubt this is the last we'll be seeing of each other", ha what a joke! I mean who does she think she is, I'd never heard of her before, had you?'

Bruce didn't glance up from his typing on his computer, 'No.'

'Exactly, she's a nobody! She doesn't even have a cool villain disguise or name! But I bet she's going around bragging about her so-called, 'Victory" over the mightest, best-looking hero, Robin. Oh please, she didn't win she cheated.'

'She didn't cheat Dick, I've told you this. There's no such thing as a fair fight.'

'I know that. But there is a thing called dignity.'

Bruce glaced up from his work, 'I doubt there is in her world. Where she's from you do what you can to survive, regardless of the cost.'

Dick frowned, silent for a moment as he considered this. His eyes flickered to the bedside table, 'Okay fine. But was the flower really necessary.'

Bruce scoffed slightly picking up the purple flower from the table, twisting it between his thumb and finger. 'Do you know what flower this is Dick?'

He shrugged, 'A purple one?'

'A nasturtium, typically they're orange or red so this one was difficult to identify. It seems to have been mutated, resulting in its unique color.'

'So she's handy with plants, what's your point?'

'My point is she is sending a message. Nasturtiums, they represent a victory or conquest in battle. It's a reminder that she beat you once and she can do it again, and now that we have something she wants, we're at risk.'

'At risk? She's not going to get close to me ever again now that I know she's coming.' Despite his proud words, his voice trembled slightly in either, fear, anger or embarrassment. Probably a combination of all three

Bruce raised his brow as he analised him.

'What?'

'Nothing.' Bruce defended. 'I didn't say anything.'

Dick narrowed his eyes, 'And yet your silence is defending.'

Bruce exhaled through his nose, in a quiet laugh. 'I just find it interesting how rattled you are after meeting her. It's almost obsessive.'

'Can you blame me. I've never had an opponent my age before, much less someone who's so...'

'Attractive?'

Dick shot him a glare, with a slight blush blooming on his cheeks. 'Skilled.' He corrected, 'She's the first opponent I've had that's flat out beat me. Sure her methods were unconventional, but she had skills, smarts, and strength. Enough to be a challenge for me and maybe even you.'

Bruce looked at him warningly, 'What are you getting at Dick?'

'What I'm getting at, Bruce, is,' He smirked, crossing his arms while wincing at the movement, 'I think I've found my archenemy.'

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Calla slid back through the window of her apartment, closing it behind her. The fungi which coated the large oak glowed, casting the room in an eerie green.

She strolled over to the bath, peeling off her clothes and leaving them in a trail behind her. She ran the tap for the rainwater, not bothering to clear the fallen leaves from out from the porcelain tub as it filled with water. She slid down into the icy water, her teeth chattered together but she made no effort to turn on the heating, instead, she got to work scrubbing the blood and dirt from her skin. 

Calla looked at her wrist as the vine unraveled, retreating under her skin and fading away. She then focused on her power, coursing through her with overwhelming strength originating from a warmth in her chest. She closed her eyes and pictured it as a flower in bloom, its petals glowing and wide open towards her, but she had control over it, and with a thought, the petals began to shrink coming together until the flower was just a bud. As her powers faded she felt the ache of her joints set in and an overwhelming exhaustion take over her. She pinched the bridge between her now hazel eyes, and slid further into the water, her mahogany locks spilling around her in the water like streams of blood.

She stood from the muddy red water, her long hair trailing behind her as she trudged to the kitchen area. Calla selected a large pair of scissors from a draw, as she twisted her hair into a single fist and hacked through it in one go, allowing the clump of hair to fall to the ground beside her. Reaching to the top shelf she grabbed a tin labeled "green", Calla removed the lid and selected a joint from the tin placing it between her teeth. As she reached for the lighter she caught her reflection in the window, her hair was uneven and choppy falling just to her shoulders, fading bruises coated her face and body, the reflection stared back at her with an expression of utter disdain. She sighed to herself, taking the joint from her lips and running her fingers through her wet hair, she was going to have to dye it again.

Calla strolled over to the bed and pulled a box from under it. She then threw on a pair of boy shorts and an oversized top, the fabric sticking awkwardly to her wet body. She then picked up her phone dialing a number with lightning speed before holding it to her ear.

'Hello, Aunt Selina?' She said her voice sounding choked, 'You've probably seen the news, I going to need your help. Are you busy tonight?'

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hello,

back again. Sorry this chapters so short, busy week.

I'll make up for it though, it's my goal to post two new chapters this week just to help speed up the story a bit for you guys.

I recently got a tablet too, I'm super new to digital art but I'm hoping to get better at it. If you want to check out my first drawing (it's of Jason and Calla) then check out my Instagram page:lottieleviathan, I could do requests if you guys want. just send me a message or comment, I can't promise anything good but I'll appreciate the challenge.

also thanks so much for 78 reads! this is my first story so I honestly had no idea what to expect but I'm really enjoying this so far.

hope you have a fabulous week

I'll see you again soon, Lottie :)