Ivy hasn't been in Cape Kore long, only three nights - but she's spent all of them in the park. Although the possibility of this being an obscure form of imprisonment (or a lengthy hallucination) hasn't yet been completely dismissed, it doesn't take her long to form a connection to what's around her - the trees, the plants, the living earth under her feet.

The earth that's shaking. She's made her home in one of the taller trees to the north, weaving herself a series of vine 'mats' between the spreading branches, and it's from one of these that she's watched the progress of the green monster away from the town.

She's not fazed. After the freakshow that's an average week in Gotham - Clayface, Killer Croc, Bane - this comes as no surprise.

She watches from her vantage point as he runs into the park, doesn't flinch when his massive bulk destroys the gazebo like it was a house of cards. Fine, it was an eyesore anyway.

Now just go. Go.