Ivy Weaver

This wasn't going to be like a cheesy movie. It was just the sort of thing that happened one day. Carol was moving out west because she got a new job and her father needed her. Ivy would miss the older woman who didn't bat an eye at anything that happened in the Gotham City District Attorney's office.

Of course Ivy was just the Assistant District Attorney. It was a big deal for her but a highly stressful job. She had tried to let Carol talk her into switching to tea but every murder case that she had to cope with that should have chilled her blood had her going straight for the coffee like a life line.

Today she was going to be meeting her newest secretary. This was going to be an adventure at least. She smoothed her suit jacket out slightly as she stepped off the elevator and the heels of her shoes made a delightfully soft clicking sound as she made her way down to her office and went in to start getting ready for the work day.

Whoever they were sending her way should be here soon enough. She faintly recalled that this man used to work with the Austin police department. She hoped they didn't have a heavy Texan accent. That would be a pity.

She got home late. The wrap around got tossed over the back of a chair and she shivered from the cold. The pale blue costume hadn't kept her warm either even if her shoulders hadn't even been exposed. The scarf that she had at one point had around her eyes since she had been silly enough to go to the part dressed up as Justice finds it's way to the floor where she is sure a cat will attack it.

She goes into the kitchen and starts to fix herself some tea. It was late and it might warm her up before she changed into something that might get rid of the cold chilling her skin. She shouldn't be so cold, she thought. It hadn't been too bad outside. But now she was smiling to herself.

It wasn't perfect but she... had an offer. It was a good one and it made her want to celebrate. She found the more she smiled while waiting for the water to heat up the less she worried about the chill.

"God, this is great. I just don't know who to tell abut this," Ivy mutters as she reaches up to fiddle with her hair. She did wish she could tell someone. A lump formed in her throat for a moment and then she nearly jumped out of her skin when the kettle whistled loudly. How long had she been standing there?

She grimaced and shook her head while getting her tea bag and finished fixing herself that mug of tea. It was time to think the whole thing over.

It was the Iceberge Lounge. One of the hot spots for the social elite and people somehow connected to the Mafia. In some ways it was also one of the safest places to hold a meeting. There was one such meeting going on up in one of the management offices over looking the club. Bars from old music could be heard through the door as it opened and a young dark haired woman dressed in formal wear was lead in.

"Thank you for having one of your men meet me, Mr Cobblepot. I do value the courtesy they showed me," Ivy stated showing all the poise in the world. She held herself as if she owned the room.

"Do take a seat, Ms Weaver. I didn't go through all that trouble just for a chat," the short man requests.

Ivy merely nods and takes a seat across from him. "No. You really didn't. I don't like it when my friends are abducted so let's cut to the chase, Mr Cobblepot. What the hell is this about? Your men..."

"Acted how they shouldn't have. I do apologize for how they mishandled you the other night. I hope to make it up to you before we move on to more important matters."

Ivy had used her PINpoint to get them inside her home. It was a large home she had inherited a while ago. It didn't really suit her due to the age but the dark lighting did suit her because she didn't need the lighting.

Finally Ivy shifts again. She isn't sure what she's doing right now. Just that she had offered to let him stay because he couldn't be on his own. "Uh. Well. Here we are. This place is kind of...big? It's easy to get lost if you don't know you're way around. Please try to stay out of the basement if you can Flavious."

It isn't often Ivy uses her PINpoint to go home from the Sanctuary. But she had a really good reason. To change into something a little more showy. It was a nice dress that a friend had talked her into buying.

Poor Altair would never know what hit him. It had more color than anything else Ivy owned. And showed a good amount of her legs too, didn't help Ivy was wearing matching shoes and waiting for the chance to say hello to Altair. He might find it unusal for Ivy to be wearing red.

It would just look odd seeing as she's not a flashy dresser and red is well, eye catching.

Ivy had been on her way back from a somewhat high brow dinner she had been invited to. So her hair was done up nicely and she was wearing white to throw people off balance a little. Even the shawl wrapped around her shoulders was white and very thin like a spider's web.

But suddenly she isn't in Gotham. She frowns and sniffs the air. This must be the Nexus. So she keeps walking and stops when she hears a loud rumble. Crap. She starts backing up and feels something drop right behind her. A tail of some kind?

"Why hello, miss," a loud somehow cultured voice says from somewhere above her. "I hope you don't mind but I do enjoy the company."

"I---" Oh she does mind. But now she's too nervous to say anything. That sounds like a dragon. And suddenly she’s very nervous and wants to get away now!