Guess I'll piece up chapter 12 here.
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"Commissioner, we've fully equipped and vaccinated to deal with any biological warfare agents Poison Ivy may employ against us."
"Good, Montoya. Get our men ready, we've got a new lead on Poison Ivy's trail. Broke into some apartment apparently."
Detective Montoya gave a nod of affirmation and turned to leave the room when the door burst open.
"Holy..." Detective Montaya trailed off, staring open-mouthed at the verdant apparition doorway.
Pamela flashed a dazzling smile, sitting atop what looked like a throne made of numerous shrubs, complete with flowers and all.
"Well Commish, I'm back, and I've been working out." Pamela said.
Detective Montoya pulled out her gun in a flash, aiming it at Pamela.
"Your poisons won't work here Poison Ivy, we've got the whole place installed with auto-ventilators. Any poison detected and they'll come on. Together with the entire police task force so you'd better surrender."
Pamela laughed, a clear sweet sound.
"Really, detective, whoever said anything about poisons?"
Pamela snapped and whip-like branches shot out from her mutated plant throne, deflecting the three bullets that Montoya shot before smothering her from head to toe.
"Security breach! Secure the parameters now!" Commissioner Gordon shouted into his walkie-talkie, "Ivy...I didn't want it to come to this. Give it up, my men are on their way here and the entire building's surrounded." The commissioner continued.
A flurry of vines enveloped Commissioner Gordon, leaving only his head visible. Pamela stepped down from the plants and moved towards the commissioner until they were face to face. She held his cheeks gently and batted her eyelashes.
"Your men...Or mine?"
A few male police officers marched into the room mechanically just as Pamela finished her sentence.
"Quick! Stop her!" Detective Montoya shouted at the officers.
"You! Slap her and don't stop until I tell you to." Pamela instructed pointing at one of the officers.
The police officer stared blankly at Pamela and nodded, moving towards Detective Montoya. He slapped her again and again while she tried in vain to persuade him to snap out of his trance.
"Stop! Ivy! What do you want?" Commissioner Gordon asked in a tone of resignation.
Pamela smiled and motioned for the officer to stop his slapping.
"As smart as always Commissioner...Now what do you say to helping me green up Gotham? And yes, that means a lot of people will have to die..." Pamela sniffed.
"And if I refuse?" Gordon asked, expression grim.
Pamela sighed and kissed one of the police officers next to her.
"Jump out of the window." She said in a casual tone.
The officer hesitated, looking at Pamela and then at the window, as if choosing between the two.
"Now!" Pamela exclaimed.
"Wait!" Gordon called out as the officer charged at the window, shattering the glass and jumping down seven storeys to his cement grave.
Pamela giggled and turned towards the commissioner.
"Well? I could go on all night."
Commissioner Gordon looked at the remaining officers and detective Montoya and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them.
"Fine, I'll do it."
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Xuewei, it's still really helpful. Argh! My vovinam!
And Theron, fine. Xue zheng if you're reading, sorry. Everyone can have their own way, be unique and all with their own thoughts and opinions. Who am I to judge you? And if you can make Theron uncomfortable...Kudos to you. You're probably not that bad after all.
I could try cultivating a species of Rosaceae...With no thorns...One that can actually open up, without dying.
PS: Theron really blogs once a month...Or did he miss out June?
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