The Dead Poison Ivy

Gotham. Inside an underground workshop, a furnace blazed fiercely, driving away the dampness and darkness of the subterranean room. On a crude sheet-metal workbench sat containers filled with pungent liquids, along with equipment and tools such as a generator, electric drill, chainsaw, and pliers. Clack clack clack clack!! A harsh sawing sound suddenly erupted inside. On the workbench— A black strand of hair, roughly five or six centimeters long, was tightly clamped at both ends and suspended above the table.