JLA Watchtower (Archive)

She isn't home and it doesn't look like she has been for days. Breaking and entering is easy. It's just a standard condo in Burbank. Poison ivy doesn't even know who it belongs to outside of some member of the Titans and not even one she has an particular irritation towards other than the fact she works with people she hates. Harley seems to know about this Flamebird person than she does. She's not going to ask about the proverbial going into a room and shooting a stranger. All of this feels creepy, and Pamela Isley gave up be creeped out a very long time ago.

Sabotage the secured door out front. Short out a few security cameras with sap pods. Make her way up to the penthouse apartment.

When she got in she was expecting trophies on grand display. Aren't all so-called heroes hunters in the end? There's only a few olympic medals, tastefully displayed. The ring is strange sort of guidance ignores them. It directs her to a frame over a computer terminal. It's a new computer, but nothing fancy. Nothing heroic. It has elegant calligraphy, but it's obviously it's from a place that makes thousands of these a quarter. It's a nursing degree made out to a one "Bette Kane."

A nurse. How quaint. she'd like to sneer, but she knows well how undervalued such positions are in a patriarchal world. It was hard enough to study biology without someone thinking she was there for nursing in her undergrad years. She had resented it. Then there was Woodtrue and feeling sick for months with the changes he put her through. The nurses had actually been kind. She still takes it and dislodges a picture as she does. Any doubts she was in the wrong apartment vanish. A cute blonde stands between two "out," Titans in the picture - the green Beast Boy has a friendly arm around her and the flamboyant Arsenal is kissing her cheek...

She stuffs the picture and degree in a bag, sensing that they are some sort of matching set, takes the medals and few other trinkets she finds and prepares to go.

She had always wondered what it would be like to have a plant for a lover. Someone who will understand the green of the Earth and the hard work she continues to engage in on their behalf, but one who could touch her like her fauna form craved for some days. The plants of the world were her charges, her babies, her darlings...but, sadly, they could never be her companions in that way.

Sure, there was the month or so she cloned that college professor and created two sons by him. There were still differences and liabilities those clones had. They were fragile and lacked the capacity to make themselves useful without her input. As a creator and mother she could live with that. This spore that had incubated itself into the Flash, however was different. She regretted her original thought that the child was a failure who lived, but could not serve her. In fact this child had somehow integrated itself into the mind of her fauna male companion. There it had grown. She now recognized the little things it must have done to make her happy over the last few months during this affair. It had pleased her as no human had before.

Often she had wondered how long such a things could last. She had been annoyed at herself for falling for Wally West. He was to be a dalliance. A way to learn and seduce and get under someone's skin - like her namesake plant. She never expected to be really happy. Now she knew it wasn't the young heroic speeder. It was her golden child growing and molding him to her designs all along. All the time pleasing her more and seeking the sun. The poor dear had been worried by her reaction upon discovery. He shouldn't have been. They were going to be Gods together. What hybrid varieties they could create if she could turn his body as compatible as his mind!

She had subdued the Flash for the time being. His body lay in her greenhouse outside of Bludhaven in a cocoon of clinging vines and well packed topsoil. She was feeding her Golden One all the nutrients she could devise. She pampered her new growing king with water and sweet smells which she found helped the growing process.

Just a few more hours, my love. Just a few more and they will never get the disgusting fauna male back. She thought as her king continued to grow.