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The Arkham Hellion: Year One

Chapter 1: The One Where Everything Worked Out (Part 1)

Characters: OC (Connie Inviglio), OC (Emril Griffith), Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley

Warnings: Prison/Hospital/Asylum setting, doctors and psychiatrists, mentions of pain. Swearing, violence, dehumanization, derealization, mentions of sex... this series isn't going to be PG, yall, so be warned.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I don't even know what to put here. This is part one of chapter one of TAH. I've beta read it a little, but not in a long time. I first wrote this chapter like. 3 years ago so it's probably. Not Great. And this chapter is pretty boring but you gotta start boring so you have a baseline for how fucked it gets :)

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The Asylum was quieter today, so when Connie Inviglio heard her name being called over the comms, she heard it loud and clear. She was checking in on an injured IT patient in the medical facility when she got the call, and it was a short walk across an open courtyard to the Penitentiary. Her overseer stood at the check-in desk at the front, waiting for her.

“Inviglio,” Dr. Griffith said, studying the face of his novice, “Good, you’re here. Isley had a scheduled evaluation today, I’m sending you in.”

“Had?”

“Her doctor didn’t show up, he’s busy in his office with ‘paperwork’ and put off the evaluation.” Griffith didn’t face her as he spoke, rather turning down the hall. The eccentric yet brilliant Welshman started walking mid sentence, as he often did, and Connie followed behind him in step.

“Ah, yes, the infamous paperwork,” Connie hummed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “that definitely has nothing to do with the tech he's definitely not screwing.”

Both Griffith and Inviglio flashed their IDs to the nurses, and once more at the guards, before the second and third sets of doors unlocked one by one and allowed them entry.

“No, of course not, he’s a professional.” Griffith’s deadpan was enough to give Connie the story. A well-paid Arkham doctor slacking off on patients that were hostile and deemed untreatable? Frankly, she wasn’t surprised.

“Isley’s doctor is Riviera, right?”

“Aye. And for the record, it's not about the new tech he's not screwing, it's about the nurse he's not screwing.”

Connie sighed irritably as she contemplated the correlation of Arkham’s spotty reputation and the work ethic of doctors like Riviera. It was no surprise why the lunatics never got any better and breakouts were polyannual events.

“Isley’s evaluation, is it pharma or just psych?”

“You’re not involved with pharma, Connie, just do an honest psych eval. And I want your notes on future care for her as well, you’re smart,” he waved his hand as he walked, “figure something out.”

“Did you just compliment me?” Connie stopped in front of the heavy, automated metal door that led into what was referred to as "the Green Mile," in reference to the fact that no plants were allowed past the security gate.

“You’re already late for the eval,” Griffith replied over his shoulder. He scanned his badge to unlock the thick metal door.

“Thanks, Griffith,” she mumbled, knowing that was as close as she’d ever get to “I trust your insight” from Dr. Emril Griffith.

He didn’t regard her, blowing past her into the containment room. A large glass cell with a single chair hosted Pamela Isley, known to the public and media as Poison Ivy. she had ripped the legs off of her prison outfit, modifying them into a highly suggestive form of shorts, and her top was left with a single button done to cover her large breast. Isley regarded Griffith and Inviglio through thick lashes, arching her back just enough to accentuate her hips and chest. Seduction and manipulation was Ivy’s entire game, but Connie’s game was willpower.

“This,” Griffith started, leaning very close to the glass and gesturing to Connie, “Is Ms. Inviglio. She will be handling your evaluation today.”

“Did you bring me a woman in an attempt to evade my seduction, Dr. Griffith?” Ivy purred. There was so much wrong with that statement regarding Connie, but her gender and her sexuality was not of importance compared to her professionality. She didn’t bother to correct her.

“I brought you someone who you won’t be able to toy with,” Griffith practically spat. He was not one so easily intimidated, and even when he was, he never let it show.

Isley’s ruby red lips pulled back to show pearly white teeth, but no humor could be found in her dark green eyes.

Without another word, he turned back to Connie.

“You got this, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Drop the formalities, Inviglio. Now sod off, get to work. You know where to call me after you’re done.”

With that, Griffith strode out of the holding room, and the door clicked behind him.

“Inviglio, date: July 30, 20xx,” Connie stated as the tape began rolling. “Psychological evaluation of Pamela Isley. Hello, Pamela.”

“Please,” she hummed, “call me Ivy.”

The word ‘Ivy’ was quickly etched across the first line of Connie’s legal pad. Insistence of an alternate identity was one red flag.

“How are you doing today, Ivy?”

“Not well,” Ivy sighed. “It’s so cold, and my plants are aching, Ms. Inviglio.”

“Can you clarify what your plants are?” Connie had read Isley’s file, she already knew, but she wanted to talk to Ivy one on one. She wanted the information from the source.

“My babies… all of the plants of Earth, they are my children. They are being cut down, neglected, hurt. I can feel their pain,” Ivy’s eyes squeezed shut as she spoke. “Humans are killing my plants, and I can hear their screams.”

So much to work with, so many questions to ask, where to begin? Connie jotted down Ivy’s use of the word “humans,” as if she weren't one of them.

“What does this pain feel like?”

Ivy sighed at Inviglio’s apparent ignorance. “It depends on the injury, and the plant, darling. If an animal bites it, I feel the bite deep against my skin. If it is a blunt blow, it’s as if I feel the impact against my body. When their branches are cut, I feel the piercing pain in my arms and legs. It is agony.”

“And this is a literal pain?”

“Yes! You kill my plants, my babies, and you have no right to!” Ivy cried. She threw her head back, her vibrant red hair being flipped over her shoulders.

“How do you feel about that?” Connie studied Ivy’s reaction.

Ivy’s upset display of emotion ceased. She looked up at her interviewer slowly, her eyes hooded and her reaction controlled.

“Why do you want to know?” Interviews could go two ways.

“Answering a question with a question. That’s called deflection, Ms. Isley. Would you please reconsider the question?”

Ivy sighed once more.

“I want my plants to stop hurting.”

“Because it hurts you? Or do you genuinely care about them?”

The question caught Ivy off guard. None of the other doctors considered questions like these.

“Both. I feel their pain, and thus, I don’t want them to suffer anymore.”

“Not just to relieve your own pain?”

“No. But to relieve them of theirs. I only wish to see my plants thrive, and grow.”

“Even if it disbalances natural order?”

“What is natural about the destruction of life?” Ivy snapped.

“In moderation, death and destruction makes space for new life, and growth. What do you think about that?”

“Destroying places of natural growth is not moderation, doctor,” The patient seethed.

“Alright. That is understandable. But too much growth, that leads to things like cancer. Where I’m from, kudzu is an invasive species that grows and grows and cannot be eradicated, and that chokes out other plantlife. Is cutting down kudzu acceptable? And… How do you feel about the pruning of plants?”

Ivy studied Connie. She was strange to Ivy; she didn’t pry about her murderous history or her tendency towards violence. This wasn’t really about Ivy’s actions; it was about Ivy’s opinions, and opinions on her plants, nonetheless.

“Why do you ask?”

Connie smiled as warmly as she could.

“You’re deflecting.”

“I’ll answer your questions as soon as I know why you’re doing this.”

She needed to stop holding her breath. As she exhaled, Connie sat forward, propping her elbows on her desk.

“I simply want to understand. You are more than just the insults of guards and the antics of the news media. Does that answer your question?”

After a moment of processing, Ivy replied.

“You’re not arguing with me. You’re trying to learn.”

“That’s right.”

Another pause.

“If it is to assist in the growth of the plant, pruning is… acceptable.”

Connie smiled genuinely to the woman on the other side of the glass.

“Then that is all for today. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Ivy, I found it quite enlightening. We will see to furthering your care and assisting you in any way we can.”

Connie stood, and started putting away her notepad, pen and file.

“That’s it?” Ivy sounded vaguely baffled.

“That’s it.” Connie replied with a smile. “As long as you were completely honest, I think we can help you and your relationship with the plants. Pardon, your plants.”

“Don’t belittle me.”

“I had no intention of doing so. I truly mean what I said in full kindness, Ivy. It sounds like you are in a lot of pain, and as you want to help the plants, I want to help you. You shouldn’t have to go through such pain.”

With a click, Connie stopped the recording, and placed the tape and recorder into her bag. Ivy didn’t say anything as Connie moved towards the door. With a beep, she scanned her ID and unlocked the door.

“Until the next time, Ms. Ivy.”

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lo-andbehold · 8 months

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A callout post (it’s me I’m calling myself out)

#writing #oc #original character #Merlin #the Magnus archives #the penumbra podcast #(we don’t even have visuals for those two you Motherfuckers just decided (you’re right))#critical role #there are so many others I can’t think of them #marvel #dc comics

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deansxharley · 1 month

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listen, i have no idea what’s currently canon in dc comics and i really don’t care to BUT regardless of what continuity we’re in, i think jason todd might be the funniest character of all time. just the biggest hypocrite ever and i’m obsessed. like, so many people have pointed out how crazy it is to be pissed off at tim for replacing him as robin when he literally replaced dick while dick was still alive, but then to go and parade around bludhaven as a murderous nightwing while dick is (again) very much still alive and THEN form a team with dick’s ex girlfriend and best friend??? jason todd is THE definition of “replacement” or what the fuck ever he calls tim and i actually find it so funny. stay crazy girl <3

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shyjusticewarrior · 2 months

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Jason: Has Bernard always looked at you like that, and if so how did you think he was straight?

Tim, to Steph: Stop telling Jason things.

Steph, ignoring Tim: I took Tim's gaydar cause he's not worthy.

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creaman · 28 days

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Who would have thought the man that goes out in a green glitter suit and peacock feathers wanted attention?

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nukanukaco · 1 month

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he’s got dad energy idgaf we can fight

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emerydraws · 1 month

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bruce wayne and selina kyle

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incorrectbatfam · 4 months

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If you could create and add a new DC character, what would they be like?

I'm going to tell you about David, and knowing you guys, you'll agree with me when I say he should have his own comic.

David has been my best friend literally since we were 8. He is the only constant I've had through my life. He introduced me to the drums and helped me get a motorcycle after I got my license. We are each other's platonic ride or die. If he asked me to bury a body, I'd do it no question, and I know he'd do the same for me.

That said, I clearly have the braincell in this friendship.

Don't get me wrong, he's smart in certain aspects. He's a talented musician, good athlete, taught himself to fix most plumbing issues, speaks decent Japanese, easily clicks socially, and is super empathetic. But in others, he's like a plate in a knife drawer.

Some highlights from over the years:

He ate the brown paper bag his lunch came in on a field trip

He thought hot chocolate was just cocoa powder (no milk or water) in a mug and the microwave would melt it. His sister had to call the fire department

He gave a stray dog his scarf for warmth and never saw that scarf again

He licked the dust off an XBox controller

He got a speeding ticket outside the DMV literally five minutes after getting his license

He made gender reveal cupcakes to come out to the rest of our friend group when we were 17, but he threw them into a Ziploc and they jostled around his backpack for half a day before lunch

He thought closing a browser tab would get rid of a computer virus

He tried hotboxing his own car while driving

He almost seasoned his food with pepper spray before someone stopped him

He had a tire swing on a tree in his backyard. He decided to stand on it while swinging and smacked his forehead against a branch in front of him. It was literally the most hollow thwock ever, as if confirming his lack of braincells. He then proceeded to get pissed off and punch the tree. He said it was his most gender-affirming experience

He brought me along on a family road trip and used me as a footrest in the car

He frequently writes drum tabs the way he'd write guitar ones (in short the two are very different kinds of sheet music and I'd need three hands to play them). He absolutely knows better. I think he's messing with me at this point

He mistook wasabi powder for matcha

He once got drunk at a frat party, crawled out the lawn of the house, and began eating grass like a cow

I wanted to know what kissing a dude was like out of curiosity and this was before he started physically transitioning, so to make it a more "authentic" experience, he gargled Gatorade beforehand

He tried to make his first battle jacket with washable Crayola markers

He also tried to dye his hair with his sister's watercolors

He's worn the same sweatshirt since he was 14 and I think I can count on one hand how many times I've seen him wash it (I was over at his house a lot)

He's the motherfucker that wears running shorts in the snow

He thought his area code would automatically change when we moved to a new state

He once kicked a soccer ball into an oncoming train

BONUS: when he came out to his parents, they were accepting and while he was at school, his dad mounted a fish on David's bedroom door because men I guess

So yeah, if I worked at DC, I'd insert David in the background of every comic just being his chaotic himbo self. David is beyond space and time. There could be a battle on fucking Oa and David would just be there doing a kickflip. That's who I'd choose.

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cruxxlecrinkles · 13 days

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Damian is such an icon

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phoenixcatch7 · 20 days

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I know the fandom generally hand waves tawky tawnys back story because 'powerful and eccentric gentlemanly tiger shapeshifter' is pretty cool as is, give or take a stuffed animal or two, but I looked it up out of curiosity and???

Not only does this man (tiger) have many (many) WILDLY varying backstories (on brand tbh) a lot of them deal with quite uh, intense dehumanisation (de-sapient-isation?).

I'm not even joking, in one they have him as a member of an alternate reality where humans died out and humanoid animals rule, except tigers are still kept in zoo cages and denied basic rights. Tawny nearly gets executed for wearing clothes and reading a self help book, and is forcibly stripped naked and locked up again, meeting the marvels when they're tossed into his pen under the assumption that he'll eat them. WHAT?!

In his first appearance (in the 1940s) he's a side character, a bipedal bengal tiger migrating from India to America to, quote, 'integrate himself into American society'. Despite his kindness and politeness, he's met with fear and discrimination, to the point marvel shows up and realises he's chill and helps him get a job as a tour guide for a museum. The writers surely weren't trying to say something with that, no.

Other origins include:

A normal tiger accused of killing a person, granted the ability to walk and talk like a human by a 'local hermit' with a serum to help clear his name.

Mary's mass produced tiger teddy containing a scarab necklace that contained black Adam's powers (?) that was briefly brought to life by satanus as a six legged pooka (English/Celtic/Irish ghost fairy??) to fight his sister blaze and eventually 'earning' permanent personhood from the wizards friend Ibis for being so good at his job.

Random magic tiger who joined a wartime superhero group fighting mind controlled supers and once killed the leader of the Tiger men and took his place.

Random tiger at the zoo Billy thought was cool and tried to turn into a smilodon by sharing his powers, failed. Never left the zoo.

Ifrit tiger who liked to disguise himself as a stray cat or homeless person, who helped Billy when he became homeless.

Enchanted tiger kept on a lead by Pedro, who transforms with him into a smilodon. Quality of life dubious, because this was flashpoint.

Genetically enhanced bengal tiger saved from mind control.

Meta human (maybe??)

A mystical tiger and 'servant of Shazam'

Now that is a roster. The word tiger has lost all meaning to me. Give this guy some civil rights.

I reckon in any universe where one is true tawny would tell the rest as stories to anyone who asked XD. Keep them in their toes lol.

#dc comics #shazam #tawky tawny #billy batson #dc captain marvel #character analysis #Character origins #Like fr tawky is so unflappable but he goes through all this ToT

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 1 year

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“...This is a child.”

“This…” Commissioner Gonzalez heaved a deep sigh, fingers slipping under the bridge of her glasses, “Is your new partner, Detective Grayson.”

“With all due respect, ma’am, this is an entire 6-year-old child.”

“I’m eight, so shut the fuck up.”

“Somehow, kid, that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

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red-batty · 11 months

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The Arkham Hellion: Year One

a preview of the fanfiction behind the (hopefully) DC comic

Every Arkham breakout made a sick feeling settle on Connie- as it did most of Gotham. It also made her angry--once someone dangerous was put in the asylum, they were supposed to stay there for good, until they were safe to be around other people--but Arkham was so poorly run that it was only really a matter of time before someone slipped through their fingers. This time, it was Harvey Dent, who since his accident preferred the title Two-Face; and because it was Two-Face specifically, she worried.

Harvey Dent was once friends with her father, when Dent was Gotham’s District Attorney, and Mr. Inviglio worked for him. Mr. and Mrs. Dent would go out to dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Inviglio, and it wasn’t uncommon for the Inviglio family to be invited to an event Dent was hosting. Mr. Dent was over ten years older than Connie, but Connie still saw him almost as a friend. She had fond memories with him in them, and with Gilda Dent, Harvey’s wife. When Dent was scarred questioning a criminal on the stand, Connie found herself worrying for her father’s friend.

And now that Dent had gone insane, and escaped the asylum he had been sentenced to, Connie found herself worrying again. She tried not to let it get to her… of all the things Two-Face would wish to pursue, her family couldn’t possibly be one. As she served herself and her loyal dog breakfast, she tried to forget how her dad had been the prosecuting attorney against Two-Face. As she grabbed her keys and head out the door, she tried to forget that Gilda might be one of his targets. As she drove through Gotham, she tried to forget that he was out there, and that something could happen at any moment.

Her positive psychology class helped boost her mood, and passed without a hitch. Afterwards, though, she was needed at Arkham. When she reached Arkham, she was forced to remember it all as she was faced with the aftermath of the breakout.

“Griffith!” she called as she entered Intensive Treatment. “What the hell happened last night?”

“I was at home, it was the damn night staff.” Griffith scowled, not so much at Connie but at the ever-incompetent system at Arkham.

“It’s always the damn night staff,” Connie grumbled under her breath. “You’d think that with us basically living out of Wayne’s pocket, the money would actually get put to some good goddamn use around here.”

“What, are you gonna take it up with Mr. Sharp?”

“Y’know, I just might.”

Griffith scoffed. “Like that’ll do any good. Save your breath, love. We’ve got to check in with the patients, see if they know anything.”

“Well?” Griffith asked, five hours later.

“They know two things,” Connie announced as she flopped into the chair across from Griffith. “‘Jack’ and ‘Shit.’ No one saw anything… they were either out of their mind, drugged to hell, on the other side of the building, or perhaps just too scared to admit anything. I’d honestly stick around, but I wanna check in at GCPD; the station is probably hell right now.”

As Connie logged out her hours, Griffith reached across, took the pen and signed it off.

“You told security everything, yeah?”

Connie raked a hand through her hair, and sighed,“Everything I could. But it's a little late to do any good, y'know?”

“Well, saying anything is worth something, eh?”

She hummed, and readjusted the bag on her shoulder.

“Ey, Inviglio?”

Connie looked up at her friend, and mentor.

“Stay safe, luv.”

An understanding silence settled in between the two, just for a beat.

“Thanks, Griffith. You too.”

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