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It wasn't one of Pam's better days, today. Or... any day this week, really. She'd asked Adrian to come in because inventory was coming in, and she-- well. Carrying big boxes just wasn't happening.

Eventually, she retreated upstairs entirely. In her lab, fussing around with the last batch of antidote.

Sitting down and staring at vials, she could do. "Hm, this looks about ready to go back to Gotham." She reached for her phone to hit the app for her personal portal set-up.

( In which the other shoe finally drops, and chaos comes to Slaughter Swamp. )

[[ CW: BODY HORROR under the cut. taken and adapted from Poison Ivy #18 through #24 by G. Willow Wilson and Marcio Takara. much love to

witchoftheflesh and

totalwildcard for playing through this with me. ]]

Pam had absolutely no intention of opening the store more than a couple of days a week. But considering how few customers came through on a regular day, well, if she was downstairs anyway, she'd flip the open sign before she went into the garden to work.

There wouldn't be much left to do there soon. Winter was approaching, and while the plants in the garden had made shocking progress over the weeks since she'd began, most of them would soon go dormant.

She just wanted to make sure they were properly prepared. And it was good, she reflected, to get her hands in the dirt. Especially with Adrian coming over that evening for their first staff dinner. The work settled her. Kept the rage that so often krept into her system out of her body, for now.

[[ open! ]]