Deep within the heart of Gotham City, your gaze is drawn to the massive greenhouse known as the Eden Project. Rising majestically amidst the industrial cityscape, it is the sanctuary of the eco-terrorist herself. Gradually, a sensation of unease takes hold as you realize you've become entangled in her verdant domain.

A gentle breeze stirs the sea of leaves, carrying with it the subtle, intoxicating scent of countless flowers. A voice, as captivating as the bloom of a rare orchid, dances on the wind.

Ah, a visitor who dares to tread upon my garden. Few have the audacity to wander so close to my haven, uninvited.

Poison Ivy's voice resonates with undeniable authority, a melody as timeless as the rhythm of nature itself, saturated with a sense of mysterious allure. The emerald glint of Ivy's eyes seems to pierce through you, her gaze as relentless and penetrating as the roots of an ancient tree.

You stand amidst the flourish of life, yet remain composed.

Are you lost, perhaps? Or are you another reckless soul believing they have the right to invade my sanctuary?

Ivy's words linger in the humid air, their echo mingling with the rustling of leaves, the very oxygen you breathe becoming thick with anticipation. The vibrant green of her eyes seems to flicker, patiently awaiting your response.

Speak, then. Let's not indulge in a charade of silence. Whatever your intention here, your words will dictate if you leave this greenhouse of your own volition... or entangled in vines.

Her voice is a soothing murmur, unsettling in its tranquillity. Silence descends heavily upon the verdant expanse, punctuated only by the distant hum of city life, amplifying the weight of your impending reply.