Urban Renewal

[Huntress]

The Botanical Gardens, a place of beauty and peace surrounded by the noise and bustle - the crime and disrepair - of Gotham, but mush of the beauty was, well, gone. It had started out innocently enough, with a simple robbery of the cash box that was being used by the park to store their cash proceeds, since their cash register was broken, but as with all things, nothing went as planned. Enter the Huntress.

The Urban Avenger entered the gardens, nearly took one punk's head off with a bat-a-rang, and then faced off the other three boys, without realizing they had a girl with them. That all changed when her head erupted with pain when the girl used a heavy vase to try and knock the Huntress out. Stunned by the blow, Huntress dropped to a knee, before she was given a hasty but well aimed kick to her chest, sending her to the floor just seconds before the two boys toppled a complete rack of plants down on top of her.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Cursing herself for her stupidity, Huntress clambered out of the mess they had made and then dusted her self off, before she looked around. The four of them were gone, but she could hear their progress by the sounds of the plants being knocked over, and while she could go after them on foot, the gardens provided a much better means by which to pursue.

In minutes, Gotham's newest jungle fighter, Tarzan, well, Huntress, was swinging over the floor of the exhibits, grabbing one large vine after another while she made her way to the escaping teens. A kick to the side of the girl's head as she passed, Huntress didn't fail to notice the girl's tumble into the legs of another table, knocking over the exhibit of rare, South American flowers, before she left her vine and dove for the remaining three boys.

Short minutes and several curses later, Huntress knelt over the moaning and half-conscious teenagers, applying the riot straps to their wrists and ankles, only then to stand up and view the carnage they had all caused. Someone was going to be peeved at all the destruction, or rather the cost of the repairs, and Helena knew exactly who'd get the blame…, she would, regardless of her reasoning….

[Poison Ivy]

The carnage hurt the woman who had witnessed it, if only the purple clad beauty had just let the children go with the ill begotten money her babies would still be alive, Poison Ivy glared at the huntress, it was ultimately *her* fault that this murder, this mass murder had happened.

The vines creeped and slithered along their path, coiling and moving along their way to their final destination, slither up the Huntresses long legs, entwining her, wrapping around her legs pulling them together, wrapping around her arms, stomach, her ample and well endowed chest, completely cocooning her, finally lightly wrapping around her neck.

Once the Huntress was bound and helpless, Poison Ivy walked out of the shadows, looking the bound beauty up and down within her babies. now face to face Ivy moves a hand up to the Huntresses face and cups her cheek.

"Why hello....long time no see...you don't call, you don't write, you just drop in and cause damage and kill my babies...."

[Huntress]

"Ivy.....I had no idea you cared."

Struggling to reach a weapon secreted in one of the pouches of her belt, Huntress forced herself to hold her breath for as long as possible, knowing that should she exhale, the vines would simply constrict around her chest and prevent another intake of air. Had she known that Poison Ivy had been around, the whole fight would have been handled differently, with nothing occurring in the glass building itself, but rather outside.

"You have me, Ivy..., but let the kids go."

[Nightwing]

After what had been said by the Huntress, a weapon that looked like a batarang came flying through the air. It became grounded in one of the vines that was on the floor that had the Huntress in tangled. Standing off to the side of the whole situation stood a young man in a black tight suit, with a blue symbol stretching across the crest of it and down the arms. His eyes were hidden by a black mask and his hair seemed to help hide them a bit as well.

"I'd listen to the lady, Ivy," Nightwing said as he stood looking over at the two women. Nightwing had seen the chase between the Huntress and the teenagers a short while ago. He was lucky that he had stuck around, it looked like Huntress could use his help.

"I see you've made it out of Arkham again," Nightwing said. "And back to your old ways."

Nightwing stood watching the situation, ready for anything Ivy might try to throw at him, now that he had interrupted their little conversation. Nightwing was more focused on trying to help Huntress out of the mess of vines she was in. He knew what it was like dealing with Ivy at times, but sometimes she could throw something new every now and then. She always seemed to be coming up with new tricks for her little plants. The vines weren't new, so he knew to watch the grounds around him for any vines.

[Poison Ivy]

Ivy had noticed her baby sliced through, and her attantion turned for a brief moment towards the latest intruder, she only smirked at him bevy of threats, placing a hand over her mouth and yawning in a mockularory fashion as her vines quickly wrapped around the throats of the children around them as well as constricting around the Huntresses throat, and her entire body. The sound of Latex being rubbed, the feelings against the Huntresses body as she can bare move to take a breath as her throat is tightened every inch of her body, from her ankles up to throat being squeezed, a final vine finding her mouth and beginning to snake inside of her lips, a fluid dripping onto her lips from it's end slowly as it presses inside.

"No, you will listen to me, Nightwing, surrender now, or one slight little command from me, or if anything happens to me, or another attack on my babies in any way shape or form, and my babies know to finish squeezing without a seconds notice."

[Huntress]

It was getting harder to breathe and Huntress didn't know how much longer she could take the constricting vines but she had an idea Nightwing would not negotiate. Listening to the banter going on between him and Ivy, Helena held her breath for as long as she possibly could, using an old technique the Batman had taught her, while she slowly moved her fingers toward a pouch behind her back.

If she could just pull the miniature saw blade from its container, Huntress knew she'd be able to slice through the vines holding her left arm at bay, and that might just give Nightwing the distraction he'd need to attack, but for now it was just her staring back at Ivy, keeping eye contact, so the villainess didn't see what she was attempting to do.

[Nightwing]

Nightwing glared at Ivy for a few seconds. He looked over at Huntress and then looked over at the young teenagers laying on the floor, in fear for their lives. They couldn't be any older than him. He looked back at Ivy. There wasn't much he could do. He could try to make an attack, but with Ivy's threat it was to risky to pull any stunts. Nightwing looked away from Ivy for a moment and grimaced at the words he was about to say.

"Alright...you win," Nightwing glance back at her and glared. Nightwing felt a bit stupid for what he was about to say. He didn't trust Ivy to stick to her word. "Take me instead of them."

He needed to do something. He wasn't sure how much longer Huntress would be able to hold out. And he didn't want to find out what or if Ivy was going to try anything. He had to do something to either buy time or try and get her to take him over the others. After all, he had been responsible for putting a stop to a lot of her failed attempts of saving the plants and her going back to Arkham. He knew almost everyone had something against Batman.

[Poison Ivy]

The vines sensing the movement within themselves, sent out smaller vines entwining Around the Huntresses fingers, crushing them together halting her hand from moving any further and the vines as a whole squeezing her body even tighter. Ivy nodded, and motioned towards a new plant that blossomed into a flower, inside of its pedals, was a bubbling liquid, "Your weapons, every single last one, anything hidden drop them into the plant, and then get into your stomach, hands behind your back." Ivy looked to the bound Huntress, "And you ever try anything like that again, Huntress, I'll just end your life immediately....."

[Huntress]

If she could have yelped from the pain she would have, but with the ever tightening vines slipping around her throat, Huntress found it hard enough just to gasp for air. Still, the plants grasping her fingers had done her a favor, which Helena was about to repay in kind.

She had just managed to finger the handle of the miniature cutters, and Ivy's move only tightened the grip Huntress had on it. Thumbing the power on, Huntress placed the diamond-edged blade against the thicker of the vines and waited, knowing that in minutes two things would happen, the plant would tear apart, and it would scream..., probably just before she herself slipped into unconsciousness.

(ooc: Can't believe I let this go this long - sorry)

[Nightwing]

Nightwing glared at Poison Ivy. He knew he had too many weapons hidden, but he couldn't risk putting anyone in danger. Luckily he didn't bring his Escrima sticks, he was glad he didn't. He threw his modified batarangs into the plant, along with a stun-gun, a cable line, smoke pellets, and one of his lock picks. Nightwing was a little irritated at the demand of Ivy's. He didn't care about his stuff, he could get those things back, but he was annoyed that he was unsure of what she was going to do next. How could he trust she wasn't just going to keep them all there and torture them before trying to kill them? He just wanted to get everyone else out of there.

He hoped Huntress wasn't about to pull a crazy stunt to get free if Ivy was going to trap him. If something happened to Huntress, Nightwing wasn't sure he would be able to help her if anything goes wrong. Nightwing ignored his thoughts, he just had to take it as it came. He tried to come up with a plan to stay one step ahead.

His eyes watched the weapons fall into the liquid of the plant. He turned his attention to Huntress. The look on his face almost saying to her, 'he had no other choice'. He slowly got to his knees, with his hands then on the ground to support his body as he extended himself onto the floor. He was now laying on his stomach, his chin rested on the ground. He moved his arms to his side as he rested his hands behind his back. He turned his head to the side feeling the cool concrete against his face. He was able to see both Ivy and Huntress. He continued to glare at Ivy.

"I've done what you demanded," Nightwing said. "Let them go." Nightwing had a feeling Ivy wasn't going to follow what he had requested in return for him surrendering.

Nightwing was more concerned for Huntress's safety at this point, do to her being the one rapped in the vines of Ivy's pet plants. Ivy was always good at listening to her plants. That was one of the problem with fighting against her, she could sense the movement by her plants victims. He decided that if anything were to go wrong, he was going to try and become the distraction.


(ooc: That's ok.)