Pamela Isley stretched luxuriously in the light streaming into her cell at Belle Reve Penitentiary in Louisiana. She enjoyed every tiny link to nature, even tenuous ones. Hey, a girl had to make do when she was incarcerated.
“Poison Ivy,” said a shadowy figure who appeared in the beauty’s cell. “I offer you freedom in exchange for joining some like-minded individuals in a venture not without its rewards.”
She smiled a sultry grin and said, “I’ll always take a man up — on an offer like that.” She followed the shadow man to a spot in the middle of the cell, and they vanished, only to reappear elsewhere.
“Welcome, Poison Ivy,” said a handsome man with reddish hair and a beard. His costume was gray and purple with a comet symbol on the front. “I am Starstriker, and I welcome you on behalf of our mysterious benefactor to the newly formed Secret Society of Super-Villains!”
“Thank you, kind sir,” she said with a mock curtsey.
However, a few hours later, Starstriker cursed as he realized Poison Ivy had snuck away not long after she had been brought there. She couldn’t stand working for a better-looking woman, he supposed as a shapely blonde entered. This woman had been the one in the shadows who had freed Ivy to begin with. She seemed to answer to a boss all her own, but her power and allure were great enough for Starstriker to obey her. Her skimpy pink outfit left her arms and legs bare.
“I have a better idea than the spoiled Ivy. I’ll suggest the Plant Master — Woodrue,” she said.
“Great. How do we get him? Where is he?” asked Starstriker.
“I’ll locate him with my magic, and we’ll go from there. I also have the means to recruit another ally or two.”
“What of the find?” asked Starstriker.
“She’ll do nicely. Best alter her costume so no one realizes just who the blonde was before we found her powerful form,” said the mystery-woman.
“True! But can your witchcraft make this heroine serve us?” he whined.
“Your whining is why Captain Comet has soundly trounced you before. He is twice the man you are. Of course the blonde will do my bidding, just as you and Super-Scavenger do — or you’ll all die,” said the woman, pursing her pink lips.