A Hero

Two lives, intertwined. Or maybe it was more like one life grafted onto another. The woman that rose from the table, naked and free, was no longer just Lois Lane...there was that other life, those other experiences. Lois could feel them, just as she could feel the vines and plants around her like an extension of her self.

Yet Lois remembered all the pain and hardship of Pamela Isley's life. She could feel those criminal instincts, the paranoia, the emotional trauma she had suffered through. Running from the law. Hiding. Unable to form connections. Unable to help people. Lois didn't want that.

It was time to turn over a new leaf.

After all, Lois Lane had no criminal record. She was free to be the hero that Poison Ivy never could be. She could call Zatanna...get some training from the Justice League...do things right. It would definitely be a change from crusading reporter to heroine, but Lois was confident that many of the skills and experiences of both of her past lives could come together to save lives.

Vines carressed the pale green skin. Lois coaxed them to wrap around her, to leaf and blossom. Nutrients sped along capillaries, and green vines and leaves covered her body in place of her clothes, and her naughty bits...though not enough to fully hide the swell of her new breasts, the slightly more muscular and heavier ass. A bit of Pamela's exhibitionist streak still ran through the new woman who wanted to use her powers for justice.

Except...one thing nagged at Lois. A bit of unfinished business. Something from Poison Ivy's old life that Poison Liana could not just leave behind. The one bridge Pamela Isley hadn't burned.

Lois Lane stepped over the withered shell that had been Pamela Isley. Already the corpse had begun to collapse in on itself, decay accelerated far past what would be normal. The newborn hero used her powers to give it a little nudge. Moss exploded over the prematurely aged form. By the time she left the lab, all the microflora in the dead body had consumed all the recognizable traces of the remains.

Ivy's old minions, the missing women...Lois would give a call to Batman. A discreet tip, and the Caped Crusader could handle it. Lois had something more important to handle.

"Harley," Lois whispered, as leaves formed a mask over her face, to cover her mouth and eyes.