Batman Villain Preferences

Rose Poison Ivy x Reader

This was kind of requested (they just wanted a poison ivy story lol) by SuperBlocks

Somehow, (Y/N) had gained the affections of the infamous Poison Ivy. She had been found out in the street by Pamela. (Y/N) has lived in the street her whole life after being abandoned by her parents. Being homeless had led her to a life of crime, just the odd job (distracting batman, robin or the cops). Until one day she got into business with the wrong people. Specifically the Joker.
     While she was running she was tackled and brought down to the ground almost instantly. It had been two minutes or so of abuse before vines wrapped themselves around her attackers, flinging them into the brick building next to them.
     When she attempted to get back on her feet she discovered that her leg was broken. As she whimpered and attempted to wriggle away from Ivy, her had slipped and she fell flat on her face. She heard the light padding of footsteps coming nearer and nearer.
     When she managed to life her head she attempted to speak to the green woman I front of her. Ivy put her index finger over her lips as a why to shush her and murmured, "Shhhhh darling, I'll take care of you."
     The next day she woke up in a green house of sorts, surrounded by flowering plants. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up on wobbly legs. After she finally managed to hobble over to a shed in the greenhouse she was confronted by none other than Poison Ivy.
      She smirked and leaned towards (Y/N), "Did you sleep well love?"
     (Y/N) just open and closed her mouth before closing her eyes to block the oncoming headache, "Why did you save me?"
     "First of all, call me either Ivy or Pamela. Second, I saved you because you're... interesting," Pamela tilted her head to the side slightly, "may I ask your name?"
     (Y/N) paused and nodded, "My name is (Y/N), but everyone calls me (N/N)."
     Pamela smiled, "(Y/N)," Pamela mused, "adorable."
     "Wait, wait, wait," (Y/N) said, "how am I 'interesting'?"
     Pamela grinned rather maliciously and reached out to stroke (Y/N)'s cheek, "You're delicate, like a flower. And yet you are strong, like a rose. (Y/N)," Pam smiled, "my little rose."