Ivy hadn't been quite sure how to deal with Robin. Sure, she knew how to dispose of bodies- she'd certainly killed enough humans in her lifetime- but it wasn't the corpse taking up space that was what made her so loathsome. It was that she had just done wonders for him and he's repaid her with a little death followed by his own.
Which was why, not a minute later, when the Batman had walked in without his mask or his pants, Ivy had not been prepared to deal with it. In a swing of frantic abandon, Ivy had just tried to claw and slap at him without using any of her powers. When she'd swung with her right hand, she hadn't even realized that she still held some of her pheromone dust in her hand. If she had known she had still been holding it, then she would have made a more accurate throw.
Instead, most of the artificial pheromones had missed Bruce Wayne, the man under the mask. Where she'd once been preparing to use seven doses on Robin to keep him steady as he was being smothered (though she'd never actually needed to use it), here she had two successful hits, evident by the two pops she could hear near his face.
It didn't stop the man, but it did make him shut his eyes and grit his teeth as he continued through his motion and tackled Ivy. He landed right on top of her, bringing her back to a familiar position earlier in the day. This time, though, she didn't feel very motivated to do anything right now. Robin's corpse was literally right beside her, the constant reminder of the weakness of man and how she'd never needed to control them. The world would be better off without them.
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