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ChemistryJonathan Crane clenched his jaw as a thick, serpentine vine slithered across the back of his hand. Its leaves rustled against his skin, leaving behind a scratching sensation that he found both unpleasant and repulsive, and he suppressed a shudder of disgust as he swatted the vine away. It recoiled from him as if it were stung by the action, and Crane could feel Poison Ivy's eyes boring into him from across the laboratory.poorlittlebat
"Don't you dare hurt my babies, Jonathan," she warned. "I'll only play nice if you do."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Isley," Crane replied through gritted teeth, "but I would hardly consider your vegetation contaminating my work area to be playing nice."
The offending vine encircled itself around Ivy's green wrist, traveling up her arm with fluid grace before settling across her shoulders. Cradling its head in her hand, Crane watched with morbid fascination as Ivy leaned down and planted a gentle, motherly kiss onto the stem; the vine seemed to flouri