Germination

After the 'tragic' and 'unexpected' deaths of her parents, Pamela has become a person of some consequence among Gotham's wealthy elite now that she's in charge of their millions. Perhaps she would have been sooner in her position as sole heiress, but the Isleys had been a rather unsocial family - she because of her previous shyness and her parents because of their focus on their work. But since leaving the hospital she's turned over a new leaf.

Though the Isleys didn't have very many friends, those that her parents had accumulated over the years have been quick to introduce themselves to their grieving daughter. The daughter who had always hidden herself from view has now proven to be a beautiful and intelligent young woman - someone that one wants one's friends to meet. She's found herself being introduced to many more 'important' people.

She despises every one of them.

However, in her life before she'd had occasion to practice and perfect the art of appearing one way while feeling another. It's just that instead of appearing to be sweet and polite while she was full of terror on the inside, now on the inside she feels only disgust. Still, it seems like every former acquaintance of her parents and their friends has a single son about her age, and all of them have been lining up to try to win her over.

She has to admit that she loves the attention.

However, every time one of them gets too close they remind her of Dr. Woodrue.

Even though she's decided to keep herself in the condition he put her in, that doesn't mean that she doesn't want to kill him. Even though she believes that the minor irritants associated with it are more than made up for by the benefits, he still betrayed her by putting her through an experiment that he had no reason to believe that she'd survive. However, his life has been inaccessible to her; nobody has seen him since the night he attacked her, and even knowing as much as she does about the man the trail would have gone cold if there'd been one to begin with.

With that desire unable to be fulfilled, she's found herself struggling with what to do with herself. Every evening anymore is spent at some party or benefit or dinner, but it's been difficult for her to know what to do with the rest of her time. Of course, being a socialite is an expensive activity, so eventually she found a job making new fragrances for a cosmetics company. Not that she couldn't spend her entire life burning through her parents money if she manages it properly, but it occurs to her that she may find a better use for it; money is a good thing to have.

But then, coming up with new fragrances is what gave her the first idea of how she could modify herself: pheromones. Almost nobody notices the faint floral scent that follows her around now, and those that do tend to mistake it for perfume. But then, a part of the reason that it isn't remarked upon is because anyone, male or female, who comes within arms length of her are unwittingly convinced that they ought to relax, forget about whatever else they were doing, and instead pay attention to the fascinating woman in front of them. And the men's attention is also attracted to the fact that she's a very fine example of someone of the female persuasion.

Because, again, she loves the attention.

And if she has to deal with so many rich people, at least she can do it while saying what she wants to say instead of pretending to listen while they blather on about something. But then, having her own way when it comes to the dinner conversation doesn't change who the people she's talking to are: industrialists, politicians, and other such easily despised people. And, since this is Gotham, half of them are bribing the other half of them to look the other way about something, and when that something isn't some sort of major criminal activity it's often to overlook violations to regulations. Such as the regulations against pollution and other blows to the environment.

Naturally, Pamela would like to kill them all.

Once the lab and greenhouse had served its initial purpose of providing answers about her condition, doing botany outside of what she needs to do for her new job seems unimportant. Except, of course, when she starts to think about the people she spends her evening with - that tends to impart a certain sense of purpose to it.