Pamela Isley, also known as Poison Ivy, looked at the ring she had... been given from the elderly billionaire she had married. Collecting his fortune as well, as she overstressed his heart with a mix of Viagra overdose and a striptease. He had mentioned under pheromones the power of what he called the Ring of Truth. She was now home in Gotham, as the millionaire had been in Hong Kong, just putting on the ring.
'I can use it to boost my powers; become a mistress of beasts, plants as well as the elements. A true living Avatar of mother nature. With full control of all aspects of my powers.
I could create a second pure Earth, with all extinct plants and the animals they need. Or turn one or more of the planets in the solar system into Gardens of Eden. I could do both a second Earth and terraform all the planets and moons I can.
I could make myself into the most beautiful woman in the world, beyond even goddess of love. Mistress of all sexual arts and seduction. I just have to make it so I don't poison anyone I don't want to.
Of course they only male which could come close to worthy of my touch would be Batman. I could make it he was my perfect lover and partner. Perhaps even a new identity... Poison Oak sounds manly and connected to my cause.
I could think this out and come up with something... What to do?' she thought to herself, ring shining on her finger.