I, V, Gotham Legend

Until a few months ago, an unprecedented gang war broke out in Gotham, Ivy's laboratory suffered heavy losses, and the investors behind the scenes were also caught by the law.

The lab was forced to shut down, and if Ivy hadn't fought to keep it that way, all the plants she'd grown while working in the lab would have had to be destroyed.

Ivy lost her job overnight, but fortunately, with her education and status, there were many companies across the country willing to hire her.

It's just that Ivy was worried that the children she saved could not withstand the hardships of long-distance transportation and were unwilling to leave Gotham. However, Gotham had been hit hard by a series of blows and could not afford to invest in botanical research in a short period of time.

Until the most experienced and famous scholar in Arkham Asylum, Dr. Hugo Strange, came to her personally and invited her to come to Arkham to do research that would contribute to humanity.

Ivy initially refused, but agreed after Dr. Hugo invited her to visit Arkham Asylum's state-of-the-art botanical gardens.

Arkham is a place set up by the government to detain prisoners. Even if it is captured, investors will not withdraw their investment. What's more, the facilities of this botanical garden have excellent lighting and humidity.

She thought Hugo invited her just to help him raise some rare and strange plants, until that day, when she just worked overtime and accidentally discovered a person buried in the wall.

She didn't care much about other people's physical condition or experiences, but a person with a sallow complexion buried in the wall looked weird no matter how she looked at it.

She wanted to escape, go out first and call the police, but she ran into Dr. Hugo head-on...

……

Ivy was lying on the ground, her limbs were cut off abruptly. She was already sensitive to the plants they were connected to, so this made the pain even more heartbreaking.

But the pain did not take away her sanity, and she felt her mind was clearer than ever before.

Ivy had tried various poisons to attack the blue-haired woman, but each time had little effect.

If it's not an insufficient dosage, then the person is immune to the toxin, or the poisoning method is not effective.

Ivy decided to give it one last try.

The pollen, venom and poison gas before were just extensions of her abilities, and the toxins essentially came from her own body.

She endured the severe pain and pretended to be unconscious, gathering the remaining controllable energy in her body and allowing the toxins to accumulate on her body surface.

The toxins used to manipulate the brain were unlikely to be effective, so this time she simply used the most direct neurotoxin, like a cobra, whose bite could rot a piece of flesh.

No matter what the blue-haired woman's purpose was, she definitely didn't pull him out just to kill him. Whether it was to beat him up or something, there must be a chance to get close to him.

As long as he could touch her skin, or choose a more powerful kiss, the poison would corrode her entire body in an instant.

Ivy lay on the ground with her eyes closed. Although her limbs were cut off, she could still basically grasp the surrounding situation through the surrounding tree roots.

Valerie was walking towards her step by step, her steps casually as if she was taking a stroll.

Ivy was ready. She felt Valerie standing next to her, her hand about to touch her collar.

Ivy had no hands now, and she planned to kiss the woman on the face after being lifted up before she could react.

But just when she thought she was ready, the roots of the trees around her sensed something unusual.

Ivy couldn't hear the footsteps, but she could recognize the breathing. It was the voice of Harley, a friend she made after coming to the mental hospital.

What is she doing back?!

Fear filled her heart, and Ivy instinctively opened her eyes and looked up, only to see a silver water pipe.

"Hey!" Harley jumped excitedly, and the water pipe hit Ivy in the face, smashing the back of her head into the ground.

The blow was so powerful and heavy, just like the beating of rice cakes during the Japanese New Year, and the sound was so loud that Valerie's expression twisted.

This attack completely knocked out Poison Ivy, who was already at her limit. She collapsed to the ground with her tongue sticking out, her body completely motionless. The poison that she had gathered with great difficulty also dissipated like smoke, and the surrounding plants swaying in the wind also drooped their heads as if they were withered.

"Sure." Valerie squatted down and checked Poison Ivy's condition, then looked up at Harley, who was as excited as a thorn, "You can actually tell that she is pretending to be unconscious."

"Ah? What?" Harry raised his head, a smile still on his face, "Is she pretending?"

“…” Valerie couldn’t help but hold her breath as she looked at Harley’s expression.

There was no twists and turns, and no thought involved. This guy came back simply to hit Ivy on the head.

"Are you really friends?" Valerie asked.

"Of course! We are best friends who are close enough to even sleep in the same bed." As she said that, Harley put the water pipe around her waist and lovingly picked up the unconscious Poison Ivy.

"I don't understand you..." Valerie gave up thinking. She stood up, stretched, and looked back at the greenhouse that was still snowing and icy. "Let's go back."

"Where are those people?" Harley took the initiative to carry Ivy and pointed to the people who were still freezing under the room.

"I'll send you out first and leave it to me to handle it later." Valerie said as she walked out of the room first.

First, she was drenched by the heavy rain, and then she was frozen by several AOEs. Valerie's body was covered with frost. She felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't wait to wash herself.

Harley was also dressed in a mess, but her expression did not show much dissatisfaction. She just carried Ivy and walked briskly. She was very happy to beat up her best friend.

NO107. How can you cooperate?

Dr. Hugo grabbed Ivy and dragged her to the basement of the greenhouse, where Ivy saw things she could not imagine.

Before coming here, Ivy had no idea that there were rooms under the botanical garden. They were filled with corpses, including the remains of ordinary people and the sturdy corpses of some monsters.

What's more terrifying is that she met someone there who she shouldn't have met, the clown who was theoretically still in the intensive care unit.

The Joker originally wanted to feed Ivy to a monster called Titan, but at the last moment, Ivy struggled to break free and knocked over a series of chemicals on her way to escape.

Until the end, Ivy, in a panic, fell into a pool of acidic water with potions all over her body. She felt as if her whole body was cut by a blade and passed out in the pool.

When Ivy woke up again, the Joker had already blown up the basement, but she was protected by a cocoon-like group of tree roots.

She soon noticed what a horrible thing she had become. Tree roots grew on her limbs, her skin turned green, and she was unable to move, as if she had been sealed.

The good news is that these plants seem to come alive. They can communicate with each other and even be controlled by Ivy.

If it weren't for the tree roots exchanging air with the outside world, Ivy might have suffocated to death.

Even so, the situation was very bad. Ivy was buried underground and unable to move, and could only see the world above through plant perception.

Fortunately, she knew a lot about plants. She stayed underground for three days, maintaining her own life at the minimum required and using most of her energy to develop the roots connected to her body.

The tree roots spread underground and in the walls of the botanical garden, and found many people buried in the walls. Seeing that these people were dying, she simply let the plants absorb their flesh and blood to provide energy for her own plant family.

Even so, she still had no idea how to escape from the underground until she accidentally found the water pipe system leading to the next ward. She seized the opportunity, created a kind of pollen that could control other people's brains, and spent a day pouring it into the water pipe.

Until an hour ago, most of the employees of the botanical garden had gone off work. Ivy spread pollen in the ward, controlled everyone in the building, and invited them to come to the botanical garden to rescue her.

This kind of pollen cannot be seen clearly until it reaches a certain density. The first half of Poison Ivy's plan went smoothly, but she didn't expect that there would be many guests in the asylum tonight...

……

Ivy regained consciousness from her coma and her head felt like she had a hangover.

She opened her eyes in confusion and found herself hanging, her body bound by circles of ropes.

In front of me was a charred room, and in the distance was a small matchbox room that looked like a single toilet. A girl in a red and black leather jacket was leaning against the wall, rubbing the water pipe in her hand like a rolling pin.

Ivy recognized who she was and blurted out, "Harley!"

Harley looked up at the hanging Poison Ivy when she heard the voice.

"Are you awake? Ivy? It's your turn to play!" Harley picked up the rolling pin and said excitedly, but she had no cards in her hand.

"What's going on? Why are you..." Ivy said halfway, and her dizzy head finally remembered what happened because she had just woken up. "Why did you hit me? I obviously tried my best to let you go!"

When Harley was hospitalized in the ward next door, Ivy visited her many times, and each time she brought Harley some rare potted plants that would bloom that day.

When injecting pollen into the water pipe, Ivy designed a type similar to the one given to Harley, so that Harley, who was used to this kind of pollen, would not be affected.

Harley stood up from the ground and waved to Ivy enthusiastically: "I have been waiting for you. You haven't come to see me for two or three days. I thought you were missing, but I didn't expect you to have taken root!"

"..." Harley did not answer Poison Ivy's question. Ivy sighed, but she had expected such an outcome.

"Where is that woman? What are you going to do to me?" Ivy asked about Valerie's whereabouts.

"She went to investigate your room...or the room where you planted the tree? Did you really plant that big vine?" Harley finally answered the question this time.

"Of course, Ephesus is my most proud child. I have put a lot of effort into making him thrive." Ivy raised her head proudly. She was so pleased with the praise from her good friend that she completely forgot that she was still being held accountable.

Just then, Valerie finally came back. With her deft little hands, she repaired the collapsed corridor and returned to the burning room.

"Hey, you're awake." Valerie greeted Ivy who was hung high up.

"What do you want?" This was the first thing Ivy said when she saw Valerie.

Valerie stared at Ivy for a moment, then held out a remote control to her.

As Valerie moved, Ivy was slowly lowered down. She fell to the ground, but her body was still tied up.

"I'll state in advance that I cured your limbs." Valerie said first, "I thought the tree roots would grow back after the pesticide was applied, but it turned out to be new limbs. The scene was quite scary."

"..." Ivy didn't say anything, but she felt the cold touch of her feet on the floor.

"Unless you glue the severed limb back on, my medicine will hardly cure the disability. A normal person like you would have to undergo prosthetic surgery. I can only say that you are indeed different." Valerie put away the remote control and said to herself, "Have you really turned into a plant?"

"Are you interrogating me?" Ivy said with a gloomy face, "You were the one who ordered Harley to beat me, right? You are a divisive villain."

Valerie looked back at Harley in surprise: "Are you putting the blame on me?"

"Besides, why would Harley hit me? She's so sweet and innocent!"

"..." Valerie looked at Ivy with scrutiny, "You... forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway. I won't think about what a person with abnormal brain circuits thinks."

Ivy closed her mouth and glared at Valerie with a very dissatisfied look.

"Let's talk about something serious." Ivy's eyes made Valerie's anus tighten instinctively, and she quickly changed the subject, "Your name is Pamela Isley, Ivy for short, right? You were an ordinary person three days ago, how did you become like this?"

"…Why should I tell you?" Ivy still glared at Valerie.

Valerie had no choice but to move closer to Ivy: "What do you want to do?"

"I..." Ivy stared at Valerie's delicate face for a long time, then suddenly blushed and looked away, "It's all because of the Joker and Dr. Hugo."

"What?" Valerie couldn't keep up with the rhythm. She didn't understand why Ivy suddenly cooperated.

NO108. The last time I saw this scene was last time

"The Joker made a potion that can turn people into monsters. I don't know the details, but I did fall into the Joker's chemical pool at that time." Ivy said thoughtfully.

During the days she was trapped underground, she thought for a long time about why she became like this, and she guessed the specific situation almost exactly.

"Do you need me to change you back?" Valerie asked Ivy.

"Change back?" Ivy seemed to find it ridiculous. "I feel better than ever before."

Valerie could understand that; if it were her own situation, she wouldn't want to lose all her abilities.

"The monster you are talking about, is it the kind of huge thing with bumps on its body?" Valerie thought of the giant she met before entering the botanical garden.

"Titan? Looks like you've seen it before." Ivy raised her eyebrows provocatively, "Let me guess, the Joker has taken over Gotham with his army of monsters?"

"It hasn't reached that point yet, but the asylum should have fallen."

"That's not unexpected." Ivy said proudly.

"Do you know where Maroni is being held?" Valerie suddenly changed the subject.

"Maroni? Does that gangster also meet the restraint standards of the mental hospital?" Although Ivy's temper was still cold, she did not refuse to answer Valerie, but her answer was almost the same as not knowing.

Come to think of it, Poison Ivy has been trapped underground for more than three days, and the fire at Black Gate only happened this afternoon.

Valerie still tried to ask more: "So where do you think the prisoners who were suddenly transferred here are most likely to be held?"

"How should I know? I'm a botanist." Ivy looked grumpy.

"It's more appropriate to ask me this question." Harry raised his hand weakly from behind.

Valerie turned around and looked at Harley's non-mainstream outfit with scrutiny: "You know?"

"I don't know, but I can guess that I'm a doctor in Arkham!" Harley said with her hands on her hips.

Harley was one of the earliest to be transferred to Arkham, and when she was transferred to work there, the asylum had not even officially opened yet.

Valerie thought so too. After arriving at the asylum, she was so busy investigating the matter of Poison Ivy that she didn't even try to ask Harley.

This is also related to the fact that Harley Quinn's mental state seems unreliable.

"Then where do you think it should be?" Valerie took out a rope from her pocket and put Ivy down.

"Intensive Treatment Center... Although it's called that, it's more like a detention center." Recalling the serious matter, Harry's voice was not so hoarse, "People who are not officially assigned a cell or need treatment will be detained there."

The Intensive Treatment Center is also the center of the entire Arkham and is the first large building you can see after entering the asylum.