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Ivy sat there sitting on her throne of plants, ignoring most of everyone else. They talked about finding civilization and shelter and other such things, but Ivy couldn’t care less. This was a paradise unspoiled my industry, or humanity for that mater. She could easily spruce this place up, and make it another Eden. Besides, the alternative was going back to Arkham, and she wasn’t interested in that.

The only one amongst the other humans here had any sort of interest in was the young girl. Somehow that girl reminded her of Harley. Though, she was a lot more eloquent than the Harley she knew. 

Unfortunately, this place couldn’t remain green and pure. An object fell from the sky that was soon revealed to be a large automation. The men had tried fighting it off, but nothing they did seemed to be making the situation any better. In fact, they actually made it worse. The machine they had just destroyed had reformed into two new ones. It then pointed its gun at Ivy fired. The redheaded villianess managed to dodge out of the way just in time, but her plants weren’t so fortunate. They had been burnt to cinders.

Ivy was furious now. [color=007236]“How dare you! This place was completely perfect, and you had to go and ruin it. Typical… You humans are a cancer on the world!”[/color] Ivy raised an arm, and summoned several long vines beneath the Techadon‘s feet, and they started growing, and twisting and wrapping the automation up tightly.