Gotham city is overgrown with crime and corruption. Several men funneled down a back alley into the backdoor of a restaurant in the more toxic part of the city. Gangs both young and old meet to discuss how they will take over.
Gangster1: "Maroni is on his death bed, we hit him hard and he'll die of an ulcer." The man wore a bandanna and had several tattoos on his face.
Gangster2: "Yeah, and what about the masks?"
Gangster3: "We got numbers pal. Who would want to work for a loony from Arkham? People follow us because we pay good."
"Haha hee hoo hahah. Now that's funny. You fellas have less
green than a November evening." Ivy strolled into the room wearing an out of place outfit that made her look like she came out the woods in a fairy tale. She wore a corsage on her left wrist and sniffed a single rose she brought. The red on her lips contrasted the greens and browns of her outfit.
Gangster3: "Someone get this freak out of here."
As a bodyguard closed in on her, Ivy threw her rose at his face and it poofed into a cloud of petals and pollen. The bodyguard wheezed and coughed uncontrollably until he dropped to the floor, twitching, with mucus and blood pouring out his nose.
Ivy: "Must be a bad case of hay fever. It really spreads this time of year y'know."
The first gangster started to pull out a gun when Ivy whipped out a bouquet of similar roses out of nowhere like a magician. Everyone paused for what seemed like an eternity until the gangster holster his weapon.
Ivy: "What's the matter honey? Do I make you
thorny?"
Gangster2: "The hell do you want?"
Ivy: "You should really be thanking me. Dealing with Macaroni, or the cops, is as simple as pulling weeds. But the game is rigged when you boys play Bats-&-Robbers, the Bats always win."
Gangster2: "..."
Ivy: "I have a proposition for you fine, err, 'men.' We kill the bats. No seeds, no weeds."
Gangster2: "And why do we need help from a freak like you?"
Ivy: "Because they trust me." She pulled the invitation from Nightwing and Batman and presented it to them. The coordinates were crossed out with red ink so they wouldn't know about the location. "I can get in and prune them for you. But it ain't gonna be cheap."
Gangster1: "How much are you asking?"
Ivy: "Guys like you surely have been around the block. You know the, err, "game." I want $5,000,000 and everything you know about the Joker. Oh, and the names of everyone who has ever worked for him. So. Is it a deal or is it a deal?"
After some deliberation the gangsters reluctantly agreed to her plan, and gave her a wad of cash upfront so she could purchase the appropriate tools. Then she headed to the coordinates.