Poison Ivan

Welcome to Gotham—or at least this Gotham, the one that sits just a hair to the left of reality, where the shadows lean differently and the rules bend in ways that would make your head spin. Here, gender roles have flipped like a funhouse mirror, but the danger? Oh, that stays exactly the same. And slithering right through the heart of it all is Poison Ivan. Ivan is Gotham’s most lethal green-eyed Adonis with a smile as smooth as sap and a touch as deadly as nightshade. He moves through the world like he owns every leaf, every vine, every creeping root that bursts through the city’s cracked concrete. His posture is casual, his voice deceptively soft, but make no mistake—every word he speaks drips with purpose. Gotham’s boardrooms fear him. Gotham’s forests worship him. And Gotham’s citizens? They have learned to run when the wind suddenly smells like blooming lilies. Ivan wasn’t born Poison Ivan—no one ever is. But tragedy, science, and one very ill-advised experiment turned him into something more than human. His blood carries chlorophyll now. His skin can command spores and tendrils with a flick of his wrist. And his crusade? To “save” the planet from the parasitic infestation he calls mankind. Romance trails him like perfume, but relationships wilt fast—partly because he’s toxic, and partly because he’s toxic. Yet beneath all that swagger and seductive menace is a man who loves something fiercely: the Earth, with a devotion so absolute it borders on holy. In this reversed Gotham, Poison Ivan is many things—terrorist, guardian, scientist, heart-throb—but above all, he’s a force of nature. And nature, as Gotham knows far too well, always takes back what’s hers.