“Such a savage little mammal…”
Of all of the (naturally) exaggerated complaints that flowed from the toxic-laced lips of the self-professed plant queen, that one comment somewhat rooted the Dark Knight in place.
Grim-faced and greatly exerted from the test of wills he’d been forced to endure back at the botanical gardens, the masked man’s perpetually stern glare was partially facing away from the source of the seductively voiced grievance.
His eyes were looking back towards the automatic doors that led back into the penitentiary where all of the raving maniacs in straight jackets had been returned to their cells.
But his ears….they were not in perfect congruity with the rest of his head.
They were attuned back to her.
Back to perhaps the most reality-depraved lunatic in the immediate vicinity.
“Then again, I should’ve expected nothing less from the man who left me to die under a collapsing building, comforted only by the dying wails of my beautiful newborn-”
“Your newborn nearly brought this entire island down.” Batman craned his neck back towards Poison Ivy, gazing upon the once botanist, now forever criminal and ecoterrorist.
A monster who performed her evil with the beguiling caress of the female figure, the alluring voice of a siren from some ancient Greek epic poem….the potent lethality of a devil’s snare.
“People died because of you, Ivy. But even more would’ve died had I let you corrupt Arkham's foundation to a permanent end,” he further growled out with steely resolve.
A dismissive toss of flowing red hair formed her initial response, one that he was barely surprised by.
One hand sorely rubbed at the back of her neck, the exact spot where he had incapacitated her back in the gardens minutes prior.
Just from the irritable gleam in her emerald eyes, he could tell she wasn’t quite over that yet.
As if he cared.
“I don’t expect you to understand. I just need you to stay in your cell,” he continued, hoping to keep this conversation as brief as possible for the sake of further securing this island from any lingering ‘loose ends’.
Rubbing against the base of her neck like she was smoothing out a cramp, the floral fiend irritably leaned back with her other hand braced against the flat ground behind her.
Her jacket still mostly unbuttoned, she struck a seductive (whether intentional or not) pose that could make almost any man drool, even from a distance.
Fortunately, he did not count himself in that category.
Turning on his heel, he started again for the doors, letting his torn cape drag along the floor behind him-
“You really are quite a specimen, aren’t you Batman?”
Keep going.
Just let her talk, let her talk-
“Twice tonight, I’ve tried to end your insolent existence, and twice you have defied Mother Nature. For a mammal, that is most…..impressive.”
He stopped, only feet away from being in range of the door’s scanners.
Feet away from continuing the mission, furthering the goal of ending this nightmare before daybreak.
And yet….
“It is quite an amusing misconception that you meat-sacks delude yourselves with, this idea that only animals can evolve and better their current selves. In reality, my children do it, too. In half the time, of course.”
“Your point?” he growled out without turning around this time, determined not to give her the satisfaction of eye contact this time.
“Tonight you may breathe in fresh air. But eventually, darling, my plants will evolve past your ape-like brutality, your primitive little toys.” Disdain and seduction were woven into almost every word there, creating an enticing cocktail of verbal flavor. “And on that day, I will see you at my feet. Groveling. Gasping for air while my poison fills your bloodstreams, and your lungs shrivel and die like my babies that choke on your precious Gotham’s pollution. What a marvelous day that will be.”
“And you’ll have plenty of time to fantasize every little detail while they drive you to your next containment cell,” came his curt, cutting response.
“Mmmmmm, but why wait, lover? When I can fantasize right...now…?”
His brow furrowed somewhat as he detected something in her cadence.
Something...breathier than usual.
Keeping a solid wall of stoicism up, regardless, the caped crusader spoke in no uncertain terms, “I don’t have time to play games.”
“Silly man thinks I want to play with him. No, no, no…” Her chiding voice morphed into an equally patronizing chuckle, her lips clicking together before she went on to say suggestively, “I’ve long grown accustomed to playing with myself.”
His gloved fists balled, but there was no mistaking the subtle tinge in her voice now.
There was something heavy on her tongue, and it wasn’t just the military-grade toxins in her saliva.
Against better judgment, against all reason and logic for that matter, the Dark Knight reluctantly turned his head over one shoulder.
It was exactly what he suspected.
Poison Ivy, leaning back with her prison-issue jacket now completely unbuttoned, freely flaunted her frontal nudity while her red-tipped fingers dipped under the foliage-stretched panties that functioned as her lower ‘covering’.
Before him now, the plant queen was masturbating herself, slowly and sensually manipulating her female anatomy for her own carnal pleasure.
Throwing her head back, she let out an aroused laugh as her fingers rubbed against the labia, teasing at her womanly entrance while he just stood there: watching….but somehow not walking away.
“Yes, I’ve discovered...so many things about myself while in....in isolation,” she moaned out with a lewd, unabashedly deviant smile.
“Whatever entertains the sickness that infects your mind, Ivy,” Batman responded, again dignifying her perverse act simply by speaking.
“I was sick before, lover, but dear Jason Woodrue curled me of my human ailment, now didn’t he?” she purred at him, conversing with him almost casually while touching and exciting her nether regions. “Now, Mother Nature simply carries on the good doctor’s work and cures others of their distinctly human sickness.”
His eyes narrowed, already predicting where this conversation was heading.
“Like how I helped those poor, pathetic men in uniforms who tried to stop me....oh yess….from reuniting with my poor, neglected children,” she went on to moan at him, her fingers gaining a certain fervor and intensity in their digital manipulation now.
“Ivy, I’m warning you-”
“Oh, they were just begging for my lips, Batman. Begging for Mother Nature to bless them with her pure, perfected essence.” Her tongue traced over those same poisonous layers of skin, giving a visual indication as to what those Arkham guards experienced- no, what they suffered.
“So I shared my gift with those apes, gave them the same mercy that they would show my children. And when they experienced the true fruit of the earth, darling…” She licked her lips, entranced almost by her own words while she continued playing with herself, “It was simply to die for.”
His mouth hardened into a grimace, but his eyes...his eyes couldn’t look away.
With her free hand, she caressed her freshly bared chest, feeling up the tattoo-like vines that lined her torso, finally circling around her right breast.
Her very well-endowed breast.
“Ivy….enough.”
She didn’t listen.
“I said that’s enough.” Again he forced the bass in his voice, and again...she did not heed to his authoritative bark.
Quite the opposite, as her fingers pumped even faster, more furiously into her womanhood…
“Ohhh yeess!” And then, she came.
With a wild toss of her fiery locks, Poison Ivy brought about her own climax, arching her back as the invisible pleasure waves washed over her lithe figure.
The womanly nectar leaked down her thighs, an almost chlorophyllic pigmentation to her sexual juices that was plainly visible through the transparent glass of the cell.
Moaning out with wanton abandon, she kept on enjoying her release while the Dark Knight, despite not being the one currently housed in containment, felt utterly powerless all the same.
Powerless….and potentially turned on?
No.
He shook his head, reminding himself that her pheromones were effectively nullified by the biological properties of the cell.
Technically, Batman should not feel anything regarding the recaptured inmate, and yet...
“Oh…..yessss.” Repeating herself in a low growl, the plant queen leered at him with the fresh glow of orgasm lighting up her heart-shaped face…and two or three cum-drenched fingers wriggling in front of said face.
And yet...he did.
“Before you go, Batman…” Her voice turned husky and hot. “Would you care to taste the fruit of the Earth, too?”
The words formed on his mouth before he had much time to process, his tongue curling to release them into the open air between them:
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