29 Chapter 29: Toxins

Ah, is the atmosphere in Gotham really this open? This was Jekyll's initial thought, but he quickly snapped out of it as information about Poison Ivy, flashed through his mind. He immediately understood the intention behind Poison Ivy's sudden kiss.

According to Jekyll's memories of comics and animations from his previous life, Poison Ivy, originally named Pamela Lillian Isley, was once a normal college student who loved plants. However, after an accident, her body was injected with a large amount of plant toxins, granting her the ability to control plants.

Depending on the era of the comics or animation series, Poison Ivy's powers and alignment vary. But in all versions, she possesses a signature ability—Poison Ivy's Kiss.

By secreting toxins on her lips, Poison Ivy can administer deadly poison through a kiss or induce hallucinogenic effects to manipulate the target's consciousness. It's both alluring and terrifying.

However, for Jekyll, who was immune to toxins after gaining Bane's ability, this ability was merely alluring.

As their lips slowly parted, Poison Ivy looked confidently at Jekyll. However, when she saw Jekyll's somewhat embarrassed expression, her charming smile froze.

"I... Miss Ivy, I forgot to tell you, actually, I—"

Before Jekyll could finish his sentence, Poison Ivy furrowed her brows and forcefully pulled Jekyll closer, forcing him to accept another kiss from her. This time, it wasn't just a decoration; Jekyll could indeed smell a faint, refreshing floral scent when kissing Poison Ivy.

This time, Poison Ivy's kiss lasted longer, and just as Jekyll felt something soft trying to pry open his teeth, he couldn't help but push Poison Ivy away with force.

This couldn't go on; not because of the toxin, but because of a man's natural physiological reaction. With Harley and Gordon in danger, he couldn't afford to indulge in carnal desires at such a crucial moment.

"That's enough, Poison Ivy, listen to me—your toxins are useless against me. In fact, I can ingest them to strengthen myself, which is why I asked you for the poison. With your poison, I'll have a better chance of rescuing Harley!"

Jekyll was afraid that Poison Ivy would try to kiss him again, so he pushed her away while explaining at a rapid pace.

Poison Ivy bit her lower lip lightly, looking rather embarrassed. After all, if she lost the poison aspect, her behavior just now would be nothing more than one-sided abnormal kissing.

But soon she adjusted her mood. After all, she knew that Harley's situation was the most important right now.

"Alright, I understand. Can you let go of my hand now?"

Jekyll realized that when he pushed Poison Ivy away earlier, his hand was placed in an awkward position. He quickly withdrew it—yes, the feel of leaves was very soft.

After hesitating for a moment, Poison Ivy reached behind and then, in front of Jekyll, opened her palm, revealing three bullet-sized glass bottles filled with a greenish liquid.

Wait a minute, where did you hide these just now? Jekyll couldn't help but take a few more glances at the leaves around her waist, but it didn't seem like there were any pockets to hold things—however, after giving it some thought, Jekyll decided to treat it as a pocket space and not delve too deeply into it.

Jekyll took the three vials of potion from Poison Ivy's hand, furrowing his brow slightly.

Too few. If he wanted to save Harley Quinn, three vials simply wouldn't be enough.

Seemingly sensing Jekyll's thoughts, Poison Ivy shrugged and spoke up.

"Harley's request to me was for a lower dosage, but it had to be the highest purity toxin. I even adjusted my flowering period for this, just to produce these three vials of the highest purity toxin at the last minute."

Flowering period? Production? Although these were somewhat strange terms to hear, Jekyll didn't intend to delve deeper. He could probably guess why Harley made such a request to Poison Ivy.

These poisons weren't prepared for Jekyll to rampage through enemy territory and wreak havoc; they were meant to give him a chance to escape no matter how powerful the enemy. Therefore, quality was definitely more important than quantity.

However, with only three chances... facing the potential enemies at the power plant: Talia, the Black Mask, and their henchmen, it was indeed a bit of a stretch.

Poison Ivy also clearly saw this point. After pondering for a moment, she murmured with a subtle voice.

"If you want something that can continuously supply toxins... I do have something I can give you. However, using it may pose a life-threatening risk. Is that okay with you?"

Jekyll nodded solemnly. When facing characters like Talia, being overly prepared was never a bad thing.

Poison Ivy waved her hand gently, and countless vines immediately extended to support it.

"I'll be away for a moment. Wait here, but don't harm any plants, understand?"

Seeing Poison Ivy moving towards the main building of the botanical garden with the help of the vines, Jekyll waited patiently for a few minutes. But inevitably, he began to feel anxious, so he looked around to distract himself.

At that moment, his gaze was drawn to the greenhouse emitting pink light.

Come to think of it, Poison Ivy seemed to have come out of the greenhouse initially—and wasn't she supposed to meet Harley here?

Jekyll cautiously approached the greenhouse door, avoiding stepping on any plants, and curiously peeked inside from the partially open door.

Inside the greenhouse, there was a large bed woven from vines, covered with countless white feather-like objects—some of which seemed to have been carried by Poison Ivy to the ground near the door.

Jekyll picked one up and examined it closely. It looked like white lily petals?

Recalling the message Poison Ivy sent to Harley, Jekyll looked at the greenhouse, which appeared particularly alluring under the enchanting pink light, and another thought crossed his mind.

Is Gotham really this open-minded?

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to wander around?"

Poison Ivy's voice suddenly sounded from behind, startling Jekyll.

"N-nothing, I was just..."

"Why are you so nervous? Never mind, just take this."

Furrowing her brow, Poison Ivy handed a grape-sized dark red object to Jekyll.

"Is this a seed? It feels like there's something on it."

Puzzled, Jekyll observed it for a moment, then attempted to sniff it, but Poison Ivy stopped him with a hand gesture.

"Don't sniff it! This is... never mind, just consider it a special seed. If necessary, make a small wound and insert it. Whether you survive or not will depend on luck."

With a sigh, Poison Ivy looked up at the moon, which had risen to a certain height.

"It's getting late. Go and rescue Harley quickly. Remember, you must bring Harley back—if anything happens to her, even if I have to destroy all of Gotham with my vines, I won't spare you!"

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