Clinically Insane (Open)

[Poison Ivy]

Pamela Isley, who sat upright on the rough prison cell bed, frowned as she gazed down at her long, red-chipped nails. There was a moment in time a while past, where her nails were the most vivid of red-- she would let her nails grow out until they curled under. She admired that look, believing that it made her hands resemble those of vines shedding blood. But that was long ago. Pamela glanced up from her hands to the blank, dull wall facing her. The wall twisted into a giant rush of color; there were swirls of bright pink, lush greens, deep blues, still projecting to the wall. Pamela's eyes reflected that of the painted rainbow, sending her into a dream-like state. Her thick, wavy jacinth hair swung around her fit frame as she began to laugh hysterically. She approached the technicolor wall and placed her fingers gingerly upon it. Her chest still heaved in a deep weaved hilarity as she felt her fingers sink through the wall and it created ripples of dark crimson. She rocked back and forth and continued to laugh, smacking her head on the wall. Her pale green eyes widened in a crazed state of mind. Deep green lips slowly stretched into a grisly, insane grin.

Once Pamela blinked, she was back on the bed where she had sat previously. She gazed around, seeing nothing but the normal, desolate room she had been confined to for the last year and a half. She stared back at her fingernails-- nothing changed. Observing the top and palms of her hands, she still saw nothing out of the ordinary, not taking into account the continuous paling that turned Pamela's skin bleach. Immediately, she shot her head upwards, frantically looking for something. She searched under the blankets on the bed, threw the pillow to the other side of the room and froze. Ivy found it. It was small and she picked it up from the floor. A piece of bark from a ficus tree sat tightly gripped in her hand. In a blink of an eye, she was on her bed feverishly filing her nails. Ivy gritted her teeth in a sudden psychotic break. She began to scream and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as blood poured from her fingertips, yet she still filed them--

She blinked again. Her mind continued to lapse. Ivy held her uninjured hands up against her face and took in a deep breath, making her orange jumpsuit lightly crunch. "Get a hold of yourself." She whispered, feeling her hot breath reflect off her fingers to her lips again. Pamela was feeling herself lose her mind. She continued to lightly tap her cheeks, reminding the woman that she was still there, still sane. "No wonder everyone in this place is crazy..." Ivy composed herself, bringing a cool attitude to emit from her. "...They send the sane insane." Either way, whether she was insane or not, she urged for the outside. She hadn't seen daylight in such a long time. "Someone has to get me the hell out of here."

[terminator]

"It wont do either of us any good if you lose you mind now my dear." Commissioner Gordon said he had been standing their for a while now watching the green skinned woman. Before Pamela could say anything the Commissioner pushed a button on his watch and suddenly turned into Deathstroke the Terminator.

He eyed the green skinned woman for a moment before opening the door and tossing something her. It was a wedding invitation Batman and Wonder Woman's wedding invitation "I've been looking for a date and hoped you would be it." Deathstroke said as he leaned in the door way with his arms crossed over his chest.

He had found out in his own way like he does with everything else and got his hands on an invitation before they where ever left the shop. "Didn't think you want to miss out on the fun being stuck here rotting away." Deathstroke said.

[Poison Ivy]

"How considerate of you." Pamela raised a brow, exchanging her gaze from the quaint wedding invite to Deathstroke. Her thin fingers lightly rubbed the printed text and squinted as she read the happy invitation. So, Bruce is finally getting hitched, eh? Pamela felt a little discouraged. He was always her favorite little play-thing. A frown played on her lips for a small moment, until she realized that Deathstroke was doing her a favor. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Pam. She whispered inwardly.

After a long, detached sigh and scratching her thick head of hair, she turned up towards Deathstroke and smiled coolly. "Why Poison Ivy of all people?" Pamela questioned as she rose to her feet. She continued, "Though I must say, you have exceptionally superb taste." Her words slid off her lips as if she were in a slight slow motion. Once again, a thin eyebrow rose in curiosity as she took a step towards the man. What was he planning? Something big? Maybe she could pay back this little city of Gotham for locking her away, sending her insane.

"What exactly do you have planned for this little," Pamela paused and licked her lips. "Holy matrimony?"

[terminator]

"I thought you would want to wish Bruce good luck in person seeing how you two were...close." Deathstroke said as he walked into Pamela's cell stopping when he was only a few feet away from her.

"I need your talents Ivy there's going to be a lot of superhero's at the wedding I want you to help Joker keep them busy and kill who ever you want." He said he hadn't talked to the clown yet but knew the man wouldn't pass it up. "It's passable that the wedding is going to be held on Themyscira in hopes that no one will crash the party." He said not at all worried even though only a few people knew where the place was.

"I'm sure your going to bring something to put any of those plants you find there so you can take them with you. It's not everyday you find plants that haven't been seen in thousands of years just waiting for you to come and save them." he said.

[Poison Ivy]

"I thought you would want to wish Bruce good luck in person seeing as how you two were... close."

Pamela turned her attention to the man warningly. Who was he to meddle in her personal concerns? Though her face read a woman who was not to be messed with at that moment, she inwardly nodded at his point. Bruce would make his choice of being tied on a leash, while Pamela would make that day the worst of his entire life. She pursed her lips, hiding any bit of eager emotion that would present itself on her delicate features.

Poison Ivy watched the man carefully as he continued to speak. Still with a quirked brow, she listened, taking in the given information. Ivy felt as if she were rolling her eyes autonomously at his statements. "It almost sounds like you're begging, darling." She smirked and lifted her chin, still staring at him. Of course, she had no idea how she would get onto another planet, seeing as how Pamela had never been on any other than Earth. Nevertheless, Ivy was definitely athirst for this sudden offer of action. Oh, had she missed the days.

"I would love to take part in this plan of yours." Pamela said to Deathstroke as she placed a hand on her hip. "It's a date." Smirking, she lifted the invite and read it over again. Finally.

[terminator]

"I don't beg, I merely have more important things to do then stand around here talking to you all night." Deathstroke said as he turned to leave when he was stopped by the noise of his communication device pulling it out and opening it a man in white appeared on the screen "Stage one complete waiting for your word to begin Stage two." The man said.

"Proceed." He told the man who nodded and disappeared a few moments later he was replaced by the screams of a woman in unimaginable pain. Closing the device and putting it away before turning back to the green skinned woman "Don't take to long they'll be waking up soon." He said before walking out of the room.

[Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy watched the masked man turn his back towards her. She placed a finger onto her chin, smirking and stared at the back of Deathstroke's head. She would have made a comment about his remark on him not begging, but a static sound erupted from him, who pulled out whatever had made the noise. It sounded like the voice of another man.

"Waiting for your word to begin Stage Two."

Pamela slowly stepped towards Deathstroke, leaning over his shoulder and raising a thin eyebrow. Her mind slowly reeled as a scream shot itself through the somewhat silent air. As Deathstroke turned, he met her face to face. Merely smiling to the man, Ivy gave him a grateful wink as he gave his last few orders. She was out.

She began to walk down the hallway of the floor, surrounded by many rooms holding other patients captive. Pamela couldn't help herself as to meekly look through the small windows on the doors, peeking into the small, insane worlds of the fellow hostages. With a blunt shrug, she continued to match Deathstroke's pace. "Do you know where we're going next?" She asked as her gaze set towards the man. "Or are you a man who likes surprises?" With a seductive quirk in Ivy's voice, she adverted her gaze towards the greying walls and licked her teeth.

[terminator]

"We're going to go put the finishing touches on the my back up plan you've already heard her back in your cell." Deathstroke said as he stepped over one of the bodies of the guards then turned to face her "By the time we get there they should be done with Stage Two and ready for testing...unless of course your scared of a little mutant girl." He said he knew some people didn't like mutants but wasn't sure how she felt on them.

"That depends on who's doing the surprising." Deathstroke said as he turned the conner and headed down the hall. He turned around again and was about to continue on when he heard someone start to come to he gave the man a swift kick to the head knocking him back out again. "Am I going to have to carry you out?" He asked knowing if they took any longer the guards will be awake.

[Poison Ivy]

Though Pamela Isley was indeed listening to the man as he explained his plan as she soaked up the milieu of Arkham Asylum. She would come back to the others, she told herself within her mind. She'll set them free.

...Unless you're scared of a little mutant girl."

"Hmph." Pamela grunted arrogantly, letting herself smile at the comment. Ivy was a mutant. She was a mutant like every other mutant. Why would she be scared of someone just like herself? Plus, it seems as if there are just as much people as there are mutants these days. Why should they be more protected than the people? Pamela knew she had a somewhat intelligent take on the whole mutant war situation that happened on the outside, but she would admit she had no certain opinion on the subject. "I'm not scared of anything, darling." She replied to Deathstroke as they turned down another corridor. She smirked at his comment while the two of them approached the guards lying on the floor. After Deathstroke took out the awakening man, Ivy simply listened as he complained about her slow, majestic pace. She let out a low laugh. "You can carry me out if you'd like, sir." She said, slighting mocking his authority with a smirk. Placing her hand gingerly upon his shoulder, she circled him and whispered, "Are we going, or what?"