The wish - the last
Disclaimer: Cordelia belongs to Joss Whedon, Poison Ivy - to DC comics.
Miss Chase blinked her eyes. What has happened? One moment she was talking… talking to who?
That was the crux of the matter. Several faces came into her mind – one of Anya Jenkins, all covered in demonic-looking veins, the other of some cat-like person named Mylinna. And then there was the option C – to nobody, and that was the most disturbing of all. If a body kept on talking to herself, she could end up as Marcie – the girl who went both insane and invisible and who almost carved Miss Chase’s face apart.
And speaking of talks… Miss Chase paused, thinking. She had never thought much of Faith and the Dark Slayer – obviously – paid her much in the same kind. Until now it was okay for all par-ties concerned. But now Miss Chase was thinking.
It was time to change the status quo.
…and Poison Ivy jumped from her bed.
Was it just a dream? Was the whole thing just a dream, brought on by the anxiety of the upcom-ing heist? If so, then perhaps Arkham penitentiary was getting more to her than she thought.
And yet… the villainess remembered it all vividly – quite vividly for just a dream, and that was the most disturbing thing.
But the most vivid thing that she remembered was not anything related to the dream – it was a vision of a name of a location.
Poison Ivy smiled, not even knowing why.
But she did now that it was time for a field trip.
To be continued in “Talkers, Doers, Planners”…