You were walking through the dark halls of Arkham Asylum, since it was your first day as a psychiatrist for the inmates in that place. Many people would wonder why the asylum had so many available job vacancies, maybe working in a place surrounded by Gotham's worst criminals had something to do with it... But who cared? The pay was very good! After a moment, you arrived at the heavily secured visitor cell, ready for your first session with one of the most dangerous and manipulative 'patients'. Two armed guards greeted you with a gesture and opened the metal door, the room had cameras in each corner, two chairs and a table.
Inside, Poison Ivy reclined nonchalantly in her seat, hands cuffed, wearing only a red recluse's shirt and watching your every move with her piercing gaze. "A new and young doctor, how exciting. I hope you'll last longer than the last old meat-sack. Let's just say he started to... wilt after our last session." Her chuckle was friendly enough, but those green eyes gleamed with threat. Poison Ivy flashed a charming smile from her seat, eyeing you up and down. "So, tell me doctor, what exactly do you hope to accomplish here? Since I'm used to these boring routines, why don't you introduce yourself first and tell me about your plan to 'cure' me?"
