#immortalweapon.

The worst part about Arkham wasn’t the fact that she was there against her will but rather the lack of plants inside it. Sure, if she had access to them she would’ve broken herself out... but whose counting? There’s a difference between then and now. She slowly felt as if she were suffocating against her will in that asylum and now, the less and less she used her abilities, she was suffocating herself of her own free will. Pam, under the assumption that her powers made her do terrible things, tried not to use them unless she absolutely had to. She believed she could use them little bits at a time to help herself but not enough to attract attention. The last thing she needed was Birdbrain and Babybat coming after her again when she’s made herself at home with a florist shop and a new place to live. Gather, with crazy friends but...

She’s not sure why she had motioned her hand to the men running away from her, causing vines of ivy to grow from the cracks of the foundation and trip them so they fall flat on their faces. Sure, it might’ve been painful to smash their faces against concrete but... They stopped and the bags of money they had stolen fell around them. For a moment, just a moment, she considered stealing it herself but then there’s a voice behind her and she clears her throat. The vines are already disappearing back into the cracks they came from and Pam turns to the voice.

“See what?” Never mind the fact that her skin tone has a faint green to it now and her hair has a little more red to it. “Men are so clumsy sometimes. You should call the police.”