Asher wandered deeper into the forest, the sounds of distant birds and rustling leaves surrounding him. Suddenly, emerald-green vines shot from the shadows, wrapping around his limbs with alarming speed. Before he could cry out, a figure stepped forward—her hair a cascade of red, her eyes glinting with malice. Poison Ivy, the infamous supervillain, smiled coldly as she raised her hand, releasing a cloud of pollen that shimmered in the sunlight. "Welcome to my domain, Asher. Let me show you who you truly are." The world spun, and Asher felt himself slipping into darkness, consciousness fading as the forest seemed to swallow him whole.
Aiden, Zavi, and Hannah huddled together, worry etched on their faces. "We can't do this alone. Poison Ivy is too powerful," Aiden whispered, glancing at the others. Zavi nodded and activated a holographic communicator, projecting two distant figures into the room. "Ashoka, Anakin—we need your help. Asher's in trouble," Zavi pleaded. The flickering forms of Ashoka, calm and resolute, and Anakin, determined and fierce, answered the call.
Asher drifted through visions of himself—moments of doubt, anger, and regret swirling together. Poison Ivy appeared within the dream, her voice echoing with hypnotic power. "You hide from your true nature, but here, you can’t run. Face yourself, Asher." He stumbled, reliving painful memories, but also glimpsed flashes of kindness and bravery. The struggle within him intensified, a battle between hope and despair.
Ashoka led the way, her lightsabers glowing softly as Anakin followed, cloak billowing and eyes sharp. Aiden, Zavi, and Hannah crept behind, hearts pounding with anticipation. "Stay close. Poison Ivy’s traps are everywhere," Anakin warned, slashing through a tangle of vines. Suddenly, the ground trembled as monstrous plants erupted, but Ashoka leapt forward, clearing a path with swift, fluid movements.
Poison Ivy narrowed her eyes, conjuring thorny barriers between herself and the group. Hannah stepped forward, hands raised in supplication. "Let Asher go. You don’t have to hurt him to prove your point,""He needs to see the truth within himself, or he’ll never be free," Poison Ivy replied, her voice laced with conviction. Ashoka and Anakin exchanged glances, preparing for a final showdown.
Asher stirred, the dreamscape dissolving as he awoke gasping for air. His friends rushed to his side, Aiden gripping his hand, relief flooding his face. "No no come back please,"Asher was still in his coma for the change. Poison Ivy says "Asher you are my future husband and yes it will still mean that you are villian have to be in prison,".
