May the Best Woman (or Plant) Win
May the Best Woman (or Plant) Win
by Mara
Summary: Starfire and Poison Ivy do battle.
would scarcely have survived to adulthood.”
Poison Ivy tossed her green hair, sniffing. “Well, you’re no prize yourself.”
“I will crush you beneath my heel.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that.” Ivy laughed, trying an airy twinkle, but sounding
more like cracking glass. “I think you’ll find I’m not so easy to defeat.”
Starfire felt her blood boil. “You may think you have the advantage here, but I
am not accustomed to losing. In *any* arena.”
“Get used to it, babe, because I’m taking first place.” Ivy patted an azalea,
smiling complacently at its perfect pink and white blooms.
Starfire gritted her teeth and curled her arm protectively around her ampok
bush. “When I win first prize, you will *have* to acknowledge me as the superior
gardener.”
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