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Chapter 1: Death and rebirth

Here is something you might not know, my name is not Pamela Isly, its Tora Isly. Every super hero has 2 identities and Pamela is mine. She was my assistant and my sister. Allow me to start at the beginning before I evolved past humanity.

I was never a woman with wiles, while I was pretty I never fit in Pamela did. But I was smarter, I loved science, specifically chemistry. I was always top of my class. I gave my other subjects just enough time to get my a. I finished highschool early at 16 and moved on to college. Pamela hated me for my success, I never noticed. We looked so much alike we were not twins but people sometimes thought we were.

She followed me everywhere sapping glory for herself from my success. My work was science but my passion was botany. Even in my early days I experimented with them grew them. The feeling I got from sparking life and advancing nature is more than I can describe. Sometimes it seemed like there was a larger voice than mine driving me to great strives with plants. I had created so many things that I had a Nobel prize before I even got my doctorate. Moving to Gotham was the highest logical choice. They had the best of everything. Including the greatest botanical gardens this side of Gaia. Pamela came with me of course. Now that I graduated I took a position in partnership with the notoriously unconventional Dr. Woodrow

I respected him even though he bordered on madman. He was positively inhumane, he even had a human male in a cage and experimented with poisons on him. but he left me alone and that was all I cared about. Pamela took a shine to him and sometimes would even assist him in his work. I suppose she wanted more money or perhaps she was sleeping with him. Either way it kept them from bothering me. I was on at least 10 breakthroughs at that time.

I wish sometimes I had paid more attention to the not so subtle hints of mutiny. Woodrow hated me as I was stealing all the glory his experiment were considered a crime against nature and in a way I hated him for that. My passion for the world was great and he was the kind of person who did what I was trying to fix.

He and my sister found common ground in each other and plotted to kill me. I never noticed. One night as I was working lat as usual they came to asking for my audience. Annoyed, I obliged them, I didn’t have a choice but I thought I did. Woodrow sat before me while Pamela held the gun. And like all villains from the comics he monologued. The plan was simple and brilliant. I was even impressed. They wanted me dead and Pamela wanted my name and fame. So they had it all set up so it looked like Pamela had an accident and fell into my vials and plants and the poison killed her. I was of course going to be Pamela in this scenario. Pamela would pose as me and she could as she had access to all my documents. The two of them oblivious to my plight as they had gone home. Would come back in the morning to find the body of Pamela. The police would be called and my sister would take my identity leaving her old name legally dead. She would reap the glory and never had to work as Jason would slip his work in with my good name. It was flawless

But there was something they could have never anticipated, my rebirth. As I lied there dying slowly a strange thing happened, the plants began to grow to cover me the earth swallowed me up. I did not mind as in my mind I was already dead. I felt them cradle me in a cocoon. It felt more comforting than anything I ever knew. And my larger voice seemed to tell me it was ok. I
slipped into a slumber and dreamed and learned of creation. Of the birth of our mother earth
Gaia. I dreamed that I was Gaia. In my dream she and I became one. She told me, or I told myself that she had picked me to be her avatar. She had chosen my destiny to be what it is now. I was to become her living vessel on this planet to do what she couldn’t. And the strange part was that I wasn’t surprised, in a way I think I always knew. The knowledge that poured into my brain seemed to have its place like it was meant to be. So many theories proven right and so many dissolved. I felt powerful and I was.

I awoke at dawn the next morning lying naked in the middle of a giant pod unfolded. I had never felt more alive than I did now. My body coursing with an extacy like none other I had ever know, as if constantly being touched by a supernatural lover that I had always had. Everything about me felt healthy and breathing. My skin was now green with patterns. My hair was longer and it curled, waved and shown gloriously in the light of dawn. Even my eyes had changed from their dull brown of before to glowing purple. I could feel all the elements course through my veins and knew exactly what they were and how to use them all. I could kill and save all in one package. I lied there basking in the new glory that was mine until they came back. Their smug faces sunk in astonishment as they behold my naked changed body on a bed of wild flowers and vines communing with them. I had them immediately tied by my vines so I could spin them my tale of conquering. A slow cold vengeance came upon me and I knew the anger in which mother Gaia had for her children. I was now her we were one and the same now. These earth haters would pay for their crimes. They cried and pleaded and I had no mercy for their evil.

I gave them the new plan before I was to kill them. I wanted to satisfy my ego this time. Pamela was to die but she would be the new villain in town know as poison ivy leaving me and my identify as tora innocent and free. I wanted to keep my identity and still do good from inside the system and out and with my sisters name I could do so. So I killed them with a poisonous kiss I had Pamela’s body buried so deep no one would find it this century. And since the scene already looked like she had died anyways I just tweaked it so it looked like she transformed into this new green woman and that I was the one to walk in on the scene and “got hurt” by my now evil sister. Brilliant if I do say so myself. Now I could be both tora and poison ivy and my identities would be separate from the law.

I put on more makeup than I had ever worn in my whole life to make it look like I was myself again and called the cops. I told them with tears and pharamones to make them soft to my plight, how Pamela had gotten into my chemicals and had turned into a wicked green woman and had killed Dr. Woodrow and I had barely escaped. The camcorders I rigged backed it up. Batman even showed up and believed the whole thing and flew of to find her. Inwardly I smiled, I had done it I had won.

In my grief I denied the full rights to the botanical gardens as I was now the only person in town qualified to do so. I said I couldn’t go on without my sister and decided to take up a teaching position at the local college. I now need my profile to be low to draw attention from me and to poison ivy. The two identities worked more beautifully than I could have ever imagined. Batman knew, or at least he thought the did, that Pamela Isly was the poison ivy that tried to destroy the city and kill its occupants. While the innocent sister Tora was stricken with grief over the wickedness that had taken over her dear sister. No one knew the wiser. And since Pamela had access to all the knowledge I had and had even taken credit for some of it. It couldn’t have been more convenient. I even helped the batman take her down from time to time. It was all staged of course.