pamela isley/ poison ivy x reader
requested by Polli2123
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Pamela Isley is no other than the plant-driven villainess, Poison Ivy. One that terrorizes Gotham City with her mutated vegetation. One day, Pamela is in her greenhouse, sitting on her throne of vines, in the company of Harleen Quinzel and Selina Kyle.

"Do you ever think about having kids?" Pamela voices over the blanket of silence. Selina stops messing with her jewels and turns in Pam's direction along with Harley, who was drawing.

"I already do!" Harley exclaims and the other two Sirens provide her with a questioning look. Harley looks between them.

"My hyenas!" She fills in and shows Pamela and Selina her drawing. Selina returns to her findings from earlier that night.

"I mean babies! Do you guys want to be villains forever? Don't you ever get lonely?" Poison Ivy exasperates, her words becoming more of a whisper as her sentence comes to an end.

"Ivy, we're only in our early twenties. I haven't even thought about kids yet." Selina interjects, pulling out her magnifying glass and inspecting the gem further.

"When ya have kids, the thrill of the chase is over." Harley states sadly. Poison Ivy sits up in her makeshift throne. She beckons for her plants to come her way. Quinn and Kyle's attention turns to Isley. Pamela appears to be making something with her plants. What was formerly a big lump of vines slowly shapes into... a person? Harley and Selina continue watching Pam's handy work and by the time she's done, a small child, that looks around 2, lays on the floor of the greenhouse.

"A girl?" Harley notes as she takes in the long "hair", lengthy "fingernails" and extensive "eyelashes". Catwoman and Harley Quinn have already deduced Ivy's plan. She nods and walks over to a section of her plants. From there, Poison Ivy plucks a heart-shaped herb from it's place. That herb is a special mix, one concocted of Pamela's DNA and Batman's DNA. Pamela kneels at the lifeless bunch of plants and looks up at her two friends.

"Ya sure you want this, Red?" Harley asks, concerned

"There'll be no going back." Selina confirms. Pamela nods and gently places the herb in the chest of her creation. She waits patiently as the herb slowly becomes less jumbled ivy and more smooth-skinned human. She lays there, unmoving for a few moments. Ivy grabs Harley and Selina aside.

"If it's not to much, I don't want you guys to bring up anything about my villain life. I don't want her to be involved..." Poison Ivy requests, huddled with the other two villainess'.

"Sure, no problem Red!" Harley happily agrees.

"Do you think it's possibly, Pam?" Catwoman questions with Pamela's best interests in mind.

The room is silent as the human-planet hybrid begins to stir.

Your P.O.V.

I feel my eyes flutter open. I look towards my hands and see a (S/C)-ish color. I look up and around me and take in the 3 lifeforms. A blonde one with red and blue clothing, a dark-haired one in a skintight catsuit and...

"Pamewa Iswey?" I hear myself ask. The red head turns my way and their circle disperses.

"Hey! How come she only knows your name?" The blond one huffs.

"Chill, Harl. It's probably because I made her?" Pamela suggests.

"Oh, yeah." 'Harl' laughs. The red headed woman with green skin walks up to me and holds my hand.

"Though you already know, I'm Pamela Isley; but, you can just call me Pamela. Or mom? Whatever makes you feel more comfortable..." She smiles down at me. She extended her towards Harl.

"This is Harleen Quinzel." Pamela says.

"You can just call me Harley! Ooooo, Aunt Harley! Yeah, call me Aunt Harley!" Aunt Harley exclaims cheerfully, providing me with a bright smile. I return her smile with equal enthusiasm.

"This is Selina Kyle." Mom introduces.

"You can call me Selina..." She casually states with a small smile.

"Hi, Aunt Harwey. Sewina. I'm..." I pause. What's my name?

"That's right, you don't have a name yet, huh... Have anything in mind?" Mom gently asks.

"... (Y/N). It... feels right." I say.

"Ok...(Y/N)." Selina says, testing it out.

"(Y/N)! How bee-ootiful!" Harley says.

"Alright, now that we've been introduced, let's get you some clothes..." Mom says as she wraps vines around my figure.

"Like mother, like daughter." Selina mutters, smile on her face.

~ 8 years later ~

Today is my 10th birthday! I'm so excited! Mom said that I can leave the area! It's super exciting because I don't really do a lot of activities outside of the area. I draw with Aunt Harley, play with Selina's cats and tend to Mom's garden. Mom says that we live in a place called "Gotham" and we live on the "outskirts" (whatever that means). I sit in the tub as Mom washes my hair. She combs her fingers through my hair and hums a lullaby. As she washes out the soap suds, a question comes to mind.

"Who's my daddy?" I voice. Mom stops rinsing and looks at me.

"Why would you ask a question like that silly?" Mom questions and continues the job.

"I always hear Selina talking about how Bruce Wayne is 'such a daddy'." I reply. In return, Mom rolls her eyes.

"That's just an expression sweetheart." Mom settles on.

"What does it mean?" I ask innocently.

"When someone is really good-looking... All done." She responds as she has finishes washing my hair. I stand up, dry myself off and get dressed. I'm wearing a flowery green dress with the same colored sandals.

"Ready!" I shout in excitement. Mom looks at me and gives me an endearing smile.

"Alright my little flower." She whispers and kisses my forehead. Selina and Harley take my hands as they lead me out the door and into the cold wind of Gotham City.

~ 3 years later ~

Today is my 13th birthday! Finally a teenager! After my unforgettable trip to Gotham on my 10th birthday, I've decided I wanted to see more! I went to see the stars at the planetarium, to watch a performance at Haly's Circus and ate non-plant based foods at Big Belly Burger! Since I'm an official teenager now, I'm going to ask Mom if I can stay with Selina for a couple of days! Mom is in the garden, observing the most scenic part. I slowly walk up behind her, trying to scare her.

"I know you're there, (Y/N)." Mom says in a soft voice, still turned around with a smile in her voice. I slump my shoulders.

"Aw man..." I say, folding my arms and pouting. She turns around, flower in hand, stroking it's petals.

"Maybe over time, your ears will grow as sensitive as mine." She replies, trying to cheer me up.

"Mom, I have 2 questions..." I hesitantly start.

"Go on." She gently pushes.

"1. Who is my dad? The last time I brought it up, we kind of strayed away from the question..." I say. She looks up from the flower, still stroking it's beautiful petals.

"Your father is..." Mom trails off, looking back at her flower; not knowing Batman's identity would prove to be difficult.

"...heroic, has good intentions and cares a lot about other people." She settles on. I nod in understanding; that sounds good.

"What about his name? What's his name?" I ask hopefully. Mom sits there in thought, thinking for a moment.

"I call him "The Bat" but you can call him "B". He has excellent hearing." She decided.

"B..." I say, testing it out.

"And your 2nd question..." Mom presses.

"Yes, 2. I was wondering... Could I stay with Selina for a couple of days?" I bring up. She stops stroking the flower this time and looks up at me.

"Where did this come from?" She tenses as she walks away to put the flower down.

"Since I had such a great time on my 10th birthday, I wanted to go again. Experience more, see more..."I respond.

"No." Mom says roughly.

"Why?" I ask, trying to grasp why she rejected my request.

"You're not ready." She states strictly.

"But-" I start.

"Enough! Go to your room!" She yells and points towards my room. I rush away with tears brimming, threatening to spill out.

Third Person P.O.V.

Pamela may think you aren't ready; when in fact, she is the one who isn't ready...

Selina rounds the corner; even with her cat-like silence, Ivy turns her head and senses her presence.

"How much of that did you hear?" She sighs, fingers rubbing at her temples.

"All of it." Selina replied. She places her hand on Ivy's back and rubs it in an attempt to make her feel better.

"I don't know what to do..." Poison Ivy says, her head in her hands.

"Maybe it's time? She'll be 16 in 3 years. She'll get more persistent in her attempts to see Gotham. You can't shelter her forever..." Catwoman suggests.

"Why not?!" Pamela argued angrily.

"Flowers need room to grow, Ivy." Selina responds in a soothing manner. Pamela heaves out a heavy sigh.

"You're right... The next time she asks, I'll say yes." Pamela states, defeated.

~ 3 years later ~

Today is my 16th birthday! I've heard that this day is VERY special for girls my age! Even though my conversation about going back into the heart of Gotham with Mom was... a little rough, I've decided to try again. I don't want to be locked up in this place forever! Don't get me wrong; I LOVE the greenhouse and I've stayed with Aunt Harley and Selina before; but, I've never been anywhere else... I walk up to Mom and Selina. Selina is wriggling catnip in front of her kitten and Mom is watching on her throne. I use the plants to conceal my footsteps. I creep up on them until I'm right behind them.

"BOO!" I shout, to try and scare them. Selina and her cat jump with fright and Mom quickly turns her head in my direction.

"Wow, you did really well (Y/N). How did you manage to cover the sound of your footsteps?" She inquires.

"I used the plants." I say triumphantly. She raises her eyebrows and nods with an approved look on her face.

"Well done." She says as she turns back around. I walk in front of them now.

"Mom, Selina." I start. Both of their attention is now on me.

"I was wondering..." I begin nervously. My foot is messing with the vines. At the same time I do this, I don't notice Mom and Selina do a nod of acknowledge.

"Yes." Mom states simply.

"Yes? You don't even know what I was going to say." I point out, confused.

"I do. You were going to ask to stay with Selina for a couple of days. Well, I'll do you one better. You can stay with Selina for a week." She says, a matter-of-factly.

"Really?" I ask, joyfully.

"Yes." She laughs.

"But, one more thing." She adds, reluctantly. I look up, hearing the seriousness in her voice.

"I... I'm a villain." Mom states.

"I know." I reply, still smiling. She gives me a questioning look.

"H-How?" She demands; it looks like she can't fathom how I could've grasped this information.

"Where else would your cuts and bruises come from? You're not being abused, I don't ever see you get into fights and you definitely don't prick yourself on your own thorns." I reason, Mom blushes at her former excuse.

"Was that the reason I couldn't go out?!" I shout, shocked. Mom nods solemnly.

"I should have said something a LONG time ago then!" I exclaim.

"C'mon Selina! Let's go!" I say with excitement, hooking my arm around Selina's. She looks back at Mom and smiles.

"Worried for nothing." She mouths, walking me out the greenhouse. I push the doors open dramatically and look back at Mom. She's smiling, waving at me from her place on the throne. I wave back and journey off to my new found freedom; free to go to here and there however I please!

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(A/N: this was a LONG one. i'm pretty happy with the result... if you guys want me to write a part 2, i will! a friend of mine who proof read it thinks i should... hope you enjoyed it!)