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Pamela walked through Gotham. A jacket covering her easily identifiable features. She was looking for one thing. Harley had told her she’d seen one. While she knew Harls wouldn’t lie to her about this she just needed to see it for herself.
She turned the corner that Harley had told her it’d be on and that’s when she saw it. A small dandelion. Only the Green knew how long it’d been for a plant to sprout in Gotham. A sob brought Pamela to her knees.
The dandelion seemed to dance as she reached a hand out towards it. The roots that wrapped around her hand softly confirmed - Poison Ivy is back.