#undergrowth

Birch trees under the snow.

URBAN JUNGLE Pages 39-40

The Young Justice team was in a bind; the Justice League wasn't there, and this new enemy they were fighting was too much for them. 

He was called Undergrowth, and the sentient plant being had them and the city completely overwhelmed. No matter what they threw at him, his sprawling, ever-growing flora simply absorbed the blows and came back stronger. Surrounded by his pants and running out of options by now, they came to a desperate conclusion: they needed outside help. 

Zatanna's research led them to a peculiar legend—the "Heir of Pariah, who defeated that plant god once." The name Phantom was strange, but the success against a similar foe was too good to ignore.

Zatanna began to draw the summoning circle. As she chanted, Cassie Sandsmark, aka Wonder Girl, watched with a grin. "Wait, just to be sure," she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "You're summoning the Heir of Pariah?! RIGHT!"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Zatanna responded without looking up from her spellbook. As she continued the spell, she couldn't look away and summon the wrong being.

Cassie's grin widened into a mischievous smirk. "Nothing," she said, her voice full of anticipation. "Just give me a minute to prepare myself!"

Before anyone could ask what she meant, Cassie was gone, sprinting out of the cave. 

The team could only exchange bewildered glances as Zatanna continued the ritual. They heard Cassie’s footsteps thundering back down the hallway, but what they saw when she returned stopped them cold. 

She wasn’t wearing her usual Wonder Girl uniform. Instead, she was clad in a dazzling, flowing white wedding dress, complete with a veil and a bouquet of flowers. The team was speechless. She looked ready to walk down the aisle.

Just as they were about to question her sanity, the ritual's energy flared. A spectral, green-white portal opened, and a teenage boy, no older than they were, floated out. He had silver hair and neon green eyes and was wearing a white suit with a "D" logo on his chest. Before them stood Danny Phantom, the Heir of Pariah.

Danny blinked, taking in his surroundings and the bizarre sight before him. His ghostly form, usually a calm white, blushed furiously as his gaze landed on his friend Cassie. He knew her from the political meetings of the Gods; he was most of the time a +1 of Lord Hades. That is how he met the daughter of Zeus.

The flush on his skin shifted through shades of red and green before settling into a deep, muddy brown. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her as he ignored all the others around them.

Cassie, with a sly smile, stepped forward. "Are you here to Persephone me, or should I Hades you?" she asked, her voice a playful challenge. Ready for what he wants to try.

Danny stammered, his usual composure completely gone. "Y-yeah... you did summon me," he managed to get out, still captivated by her wedding dress. He had no idea why she had one on, but it looked incredibly beautiful on her.

"Oh, then I'll Hades you," Cassie replied, a laugh in her voice. "I know a great wedding hall for us to tie the knot."

The team snapped out of their stupor. "You seem to have forgotten the problem!" Zatanna yelled, gesturing to the giant, rampaging plant monster.

Danny finally tore his attention away from Cassie and looked at the chaos. He quickly assessed the situation. "Ah, Undergrowth," he said, his tone turning serious. "You need at least an ice user. Fireworkstoo. Just kill the plants around him, and I'll do the rest to capture him."

With a plan in place, the team sprang into action. Danny flew through Undergrowth's sprawling network of vines and roots, freezing them with blasts of ice. As the team's collective efforts chipped away at the monster, Danny finally reached the Ghost, and after attacking him a few times with ice, he used the thermos to capture him.

As soon as the threat was neutralized, Cassie flew over to Danny, grabbing his arm before he could even process what had just happened. "Well," she said, her smile brighter than ever, "time for our wedding or better yet to elope!!"

Plus, Sam is the one who broke off his brainwashing and showed his statements and ideas in a more positive light than he and Ivy ever could. That's why Undergrowth still considers her his child, despite her choosing the witch's path.

Poison Ivy and Sam are like the yin and yang of each other. Sam uses riots and positive reinforcement to get her point across, but will use underhanded methods when it is necessary (she got that bank). Poison Ivy would kill and destroy companies, harming the Green, but now she can see that there are other options at her disposal that she can use. It's just a matter of whether she wants to use it or not.

(Funny Part) Let's just say that the way Undergrowth differentiates who is older is by who he claimed chronologically. So in Undergrowths' book, a 14-year-old Samantha Manson is older and more responsible than a 37-year-old Pamela Isley. (Of course, you can have Sam be older than Ivy, but wouldn't it be more funny if she were younger but was considered the older sister. No time shenanigans or anything, just this.)