Ivy sighed heavily, her arms crossed as she walked into the abandoned warehouse. She wore a long brown trench coat and matching fedora to cover her signature red hair and green, leafy outfit, just in case. There was a table set up with a few chairs, and she walked over, sitting down in one and shrugging off the jacket and placing the hat on the table. She crossed her slender legs and placed her hands delicately in her lap. “Well, well, well… what are we going to do about this new… poison?” she smirked, unsure of what exactly to call this new product spreading across Gotham, her green eyes narrowed deviously under the dim lighting in the building.
She had agreed to meet up here only because of Harley. Like her little sister, Ivy always looked out for her. Unfortunately, Harley never seemed to go anywhere without the clown unless he tossed her off a roof or out in an alley. Ivy gritted her teeth just thinking about it. She hated that mad, smiling face of his. Hopefully he had some insight into the exact mechanics of this new serum, however. Ivy had yet to get her hands on it, or she’d be able to study it and its effect to a T within a day… easy.