#alluringtoxins

The scent of roses and damp undergrowth alerts Jonathan before she can slink her way from the shadows, creeping like an aggressive bramble. 

Jonathan’s eyes draw up her nearly nude form, a condescending brow lifting above his glasses. It’s the dead of winter, yet here Isley is, parading around in little more than a swimsuit of foliage. Jonathan isn’t sure what to be more disgusted by - Isley, for flaunting everything, or the weak willed that fall at her feet like she’s some sort of goddess. 

He turns away, disregarding her little show - it’s never impressed him. Not now, not in the future. Thanks to his own altered body chemistry, her pheromones do little more than pass a faint stir of dizziness across Jonathan before they’re gone again. 

“Is there something I can help you with, Pamela?”

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Why was she here? In this wretched city? Far more corrupt then where she originated?

All these questions that will never ever get answered. Gotham's citizens screamed as she walked nonchalantly from the entire neighborhood she set to flames. Her eyes watched as Death rushed around, corpse to corpse, busy as ever. All the while, she walked away with a smile on her face.

Her rage, it had been subdued for the moment. No longer did she have an uncontrollable urge to set something aflame. And so, wandering the plagued city was a necessity.

The flames that protruded from her hands, they warded away the criminals, the flames that especially were created with every step Amber took. Those, she could bet on it, made them think of her as a witch or demon.

In a mere moment, the Gotham Botanical Gardens, in all it's splendor, came into her view. A need to view the plant-life overcame her. Perhaps it was because she, in all honestly, loved flowers and plants, for other life is so harsh in this.

Entering a green house, the flame of one hand and those that followed her feet went out. She still had the fire coming from her left hand so she may see in the shadows. Using any other part for a light source will only risk burning the place to the ground. Which she wouldn't mind, but she didn't really want to do. Not now anyways.