______
Protege of Poison Ivy || #e116d8 || Outfit
Her eyes flickered to Nathaniel heading towards her when Wren slipped in from the side. "Watch yourself Ms. Isley, I may have to take you home myself... Because you look ravishing." Wren had said, and Lilith audibly exhaled. She returned a nod to Nathaniel.
Lilith was half tempted to jump to her feet and wrap Wren up in a big hug, but instead, she kept her composure in tact and smiled. “As do you.” Truly the woman in red looked ready to knock them dead and Lilith could only hope the figure of speech could be literal, just for this night and have a bullet meet her particular company's skull.
"Hi, I don't believe we've met." Wren shook hands with the male. "Wren Wilson, daughter of Wade Wilson." A smile crept ever so slowly across her lips as Lilith took a back seat and played observer.
For a flicker of a moment his eyes dared to race to hers searching for help ironically. Lilith smiled sweetly. "Did you know that some of the most dangerous creatures in the world are the most beautiful?" Wren said. Lilith smirked pressing her tongue to her cheek as if that would help contain the amusement and knowing.
"What?... Like poison dart frogs?" She scoffed disappointed in his lack of imagination. "Unless, you're hiding a dozen of those in that dress..." Lilith's eyes narrowed as the man was losing his subtly and if this kept up, so would she.
Lilith was used to being seen sexually, it was a part of the appeal and allure but how it effected people differed and ranged. Some thought they were utterly in love, some had puppy crushes, some saw her as an object. Usually, if Lilith didn't like it she could dispose of them.
Wren snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Eyes up here, pal. And, no. I don't mean frogs. I take it you haven't heard of death by a thousand cuts? Thorns do cut people, don't they Lil?"
Lilith glanced to Wren matching her smug grin. “You'd be surprised about the damage they do,” she chimed.
"Bandaids aren't meant to go everywhere."
Lilith covered her mouth to poorly conceal her grin. She could see the poor man try to reach the subtext or grab some smart remark or rebuttal, but to no avail. Watching him squirm was a treat.
"I apologise for the interruption," a new male voice said. Lilith's grin faded replaced by intrigue. "However, Ms. Wilson promised me a dance, so I'm afraid I'll have to steal her away." So likely not a UN official.
Lilith quirked up a brow then looked to Wren. “Steal away.” Not that he was asking. “And Wren, always a pleasure.” Which was her way of saying thank you. Had she more time before Wren could be whisked away to the dancefloor, Lilith might have tried to strike up a plan. She poisons him, Wren covers serving as a witness says that he simply couldn't hold his liquor and he wanted to be cremated immediately. Lazy plan but effective for Lilith at this rate.
Her eyes trailed back to the seat across from her to find the man still sitting there. “I'm an expert in Botany,” she said before he could so much as open his mouth, “that's basically the intimate study of plants. You don't hear many lethal cases of plants killing people but that's because it's nature and accidents happen. The most reported cases have been in Gotham and I believe,” she looked off and tapped her lips feigning deep thought, “that they were due to Poison Ivy.” She checked for his reaction. No, Pamela wasn't so notorious globally. “Maybe she hasn't reached your neck of the woods but if Batman weren't there...heck, if half of the villains weren't even there, it wouldn't be a city as much as a jungle.”
“Gotham is a jungle. Batman's allowed the villains to unite one too many times. Escaping's always in their best interest and for that, they often come together. Almost like a team. It's cute. But they should be put down before they become a threat again and they always do.”
“Do you know any of Gotham's most wanted?” It may have striked him odd and irrelevant but it was quite relevant. “I mean you got Nigma, Crane, The Sirens. Together that's brains, ambition and seduction right there. Now if word gets out that you want to start killing them, odds for survival won't be in your favor.”
“You think they'll come after me? Let them try. Then they'll give me a reason to put them down and get the Bat out of business.”
Yet, he listened to nothing she said. Lilith grabbed his wine glass and took a sip then placed it back in front of him with a few modifications and smiled. He took his glass, keeping eye contact with her. A hand flew down on their table. “Trevor. How are you?” Bruce greeted with fake enthusiasm and shook hands firmly with the man. “Let me get you another wine, our service can provide much better than this.” He stole the glass away and Lilith glared off at the wall. “Ms. Isley, I'd like you to accompany me.”
“To the bar? To get Trevor a drink?”
“Exactly. A harmless amount of time to your busy night,” he fired back
Lilith sighed through her nose. Anything would be better than sitting with the UN moron seeing as he wasn't going to die any time soon. She rose to her feet and accompanied Bruce ever so kindly to the bar.
“Ivy - Lilith. You have the choice to be different from your mother. That's why you're here. Poisoning an official isn't going to change anything but your own image. You're young. You don't belong in Arkham.”
“I was doing you a favor. He thinks he can run Gotham better than any of us and he doesn't even know it. He said he'd put us, our parents and you down given the opportunity.”
Bruce turned to her. “Lilith, let it go. If everything goes well tonight they won't be able to control Gotham or us.”
She watched her dolled up peers and chimps in suits. To not do anything but be on good behavior didn't feel like a solution. Yet so far everyone else had stayed behaved and she couldn't be the one to ruin it for everyone.
Bruce gestured to the dance floor. “Would you like to dance?”
“Is that your way of making it up to me for being a douche?”
“Only if you accept.”
Against better judgement, Lilith smiled at the technicality and accepted Bruce Wayne's brief dance offer.