A Strange Experiment

Say what you will about Arkham Asylum-- At least it had life to it. Even locked away in her oppressive cell, Pamela could sense the flowers, the countless roots twisting throughout the island.

Arkham City somehow managed to be less pleasant. Dark, cold and damaged. But she'd scrounged up enough plant life to make herself a little bastion, tucked away from the turf wars that the other villains insisted on battling.

But this... This place was repulsive.

Hugo Strange's stronghold within Arkham City. A heavily fortified monument of concrete and steel-- Nothing natural. Not so much as a flower or house plant that she could sense. Nothing GREEN... Aside from Pamela herself, clad in her tiny prison top and plant panties.

She sat in a cold, sterile room, surrounded by TYGER guards that hardly acknowledged her existence. It actually startled her when Hugo entered, and the two guards snapped to attention like robots...

"Pamela Isley. A pleasure to make your acquaintance... Or do you prefer Poison Ivy?" Hugo greeted in his low, monotone voice.

"You can call me whatever you'd like." Pamela responded, adding her usual seductive charm to her voice. "Pamela... Ivy... Darling..."

"Ms. Isley will do then." Hugo responded curtly, clearly uninterested in her games.

"You've likely heard that I've been arranging meetings with your fellow super criminals." Hugo continued. "Joker, Mister Dent, Mister Cobblepot..."

"I may have heard something like that." Ivy confirmed. "Frankly, I'm offended that it's taken you this long to reach out. You're not shy, are you, Hugo?"

"Hardly. I was saving the best for last. I find your mental illness especially fascinating..."

"Oh. Well... You really know how to flatter a girl." Ivy scoffed, sarcasm dripping through her usual sensual voice.

Hugo began to stroll around the room now. Arms behind his back. He peered at Pamela through his thick glasses, his gaze instantly sending shivers down her spine.

"Day after day, you seem to detach further from humanity, Ms. Isley. Despite being human yourself, you look down on your own species. Viewing yourself as... A goddess? A force of nature? Or perhaps nature itself?"

"How about all of the above?" Ivy responded decisively. "Humanity isn't a species. It's a plague. A disease, ravaging this beautiful planet."

"So you've said." Hugo nodded. "But if you're truly so above humanity... Then why do you bother with clothing?"

The question hit Pamela harder than one of Batman's right hooks. Any seductive flourish or confidence faltered as she blinked her glowing green eyes at the man. "I... Excuse me?"

"You've demonstrated ample rage, sorrow and concern in the past. Moreso than some human patients." Strange elaborated. "But any animal can demonstrate such emotions. But shame... Embarrassment... Those are uniquely human. No other creatures hide their forms so adamantly."

"And... Does it LOOK like I'm hiding my body?"

Ivy leaned back in her chair to accentuate her point. Sure enough, she was showing ample green skin, laced with brighter green veins under the surface. She wore nothing but a prison top, tied up and unbuttoned to show her slim stomach and cleavage, and underwear woven from vibrant leaves.

"Yes." Hugo said, despite her minimal clothing.

"You fashioned this wardrobe yourself. You choose to flaunt your figure, and hide your private areas in nothing but your precious plants. You chose this appearance.

But embarrassment... Humiliation... Exposure... Stem from a lack of choice. Put simply-- I'd like to see if your green cheeks can still glow red."

It all happened in an instant. The guards moved as if given some invisible command, and in the same moment, a pink mist began to descend from vents in the ceiling! Hugo and the guards seemed unfazed, but Pamela burst into a coughing fit!

"What-- What're you--"

One guard restrained her, while the other yanked her top rather forcefully! The fabric tore, causing her green breasts to bounce and shake freely. And while this happened... The leaves around her waist began to shrink, shrivel, wilt... And fall.

Leaving her completely nude and bewildered!

"Hmm. Rage. Panic. An understandable initial response." Hugo hummed, standing in front of Ivy as she struggled and wheezed.

"This concludes our meeting, Miss Isley. You're welcome to do as you please. Return to your makeshift home, find something to cover yourself... But surely, a force of nature isn't bothered by nudity, yes? We'll be watching closely."

"STRANGE, YOU--"

Before Ivy could wheeze out a response, she was forcibly dragged out of the room. Down the hall and processing area, Ivy could barely register her surroundings! Until she was quite literally thrown back onto the streets of Arkham City...

Kneeling on the cold concrete, frazzled and butt naked...