After Ivy felt she had finally discovered every bit of Nightwing's mouth, she paused, letting her tongue linger inside of his mouth. She smiled as she finally retreated from her campaign, having nearly vanquished her foe. No, he was not yet totally subservient to her, but he was no longer able to put up a fight.
She sat back on his abs, looking down at him. He looked different than Bruce had toward the end of their fight. Instead of appearing desperate, Dick just looked exhausted, still trying to resist giving himself over to her. He stared up at her through barely cracked eyes. They were glued to her, no matter how much he tried to tear them away.
She sighed and made an exaggerated gesture of throwing her hair over one shoulder. She lifted her hand up and pulled the ring off of her finger, exposing herself as Poison Ivy in case he hadn't already figured it out.
He groaned slightly at her appearance, doing his best to turn his head a quarter of an inch to the side. "Iv... Ivy..."
"Yes, it's me. And here I was thinking that Bruce was the World's Greatest Detective." She gave both Stephanie and Bruce silent orders to release their hold on Nightwing. It wasn't difficult- her telepathy gave her the ability to speak to any of her drones no matter where they were- but she could only speak to one at a time.
"You... you attacked the precinct," Dick continued weakly. "Tim was doing your... bidding."
"Two for two," Ivy said. She grabbed the lipstick from her pocket, then mentally called for Stephanie to hold it for her. She began to unbutton her shirt. "Anything else you want to take a guess at?"
Dick moaned. "You won't get away with this."
She laughed at his defiance. Her top came off nearly revealing her large bust if not for the sparse leaves covering her chest. Her pants were a bit trickier to remove without getting off of him, forcing her to shift her weight from side to side (in a move that also served to tease him further) until she shimmied out of them. Once again, all that separated her sex from the air was a few leaves and flower petals.
He moaned again at the sight and feel of her near nude body. She smirked at him. "Why don't you just kiss me already?"
"Please..." It came out as barely a whisper.
She loved the way the Bats begged. "Shhh..." she soothed, leaning down to be near his lips once again. The pheromones expelled from her body were making him slowly crave more and more of her. "Just give in. Everything will feel better once you're mine." She ran a hand up her body from her midriff past her chest, plucking off a single leaf as her hand reached her neck. "I can make you feel better than you've ever felt before," she said softly.
"Never." She wasn't even sure if he had actually said it or not without how little his mouth or any part of him moved.
Still leaning over his face, she took the lipstick back from Stephanie and began punctiliously painting her lips with them, giving a pout. When she finished, she smacked her gums once, offering him a gift in the form of a light rubbing through his hair. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when her hand came back to his forehead.
She arched her back, pushing as much of herself against him as possible without giving up he leverage. His eyes seemed to loll at her feel. Her other hand went down to grab him through his shorts. He went entirely limp, the exact opposite of what she felt from his dick.
"Kiss me," Ivy said again, exhaling a hot, sultry breath.
Dick stirred, then mumbled "Vengeance" and tried sitting up to meet her lips with his own.
The kiss only lasted for a fraction of a second before Ivy pushed him back against the gurney and jumped back, scrambling off toward Stephanie. Not again.
"Darkness," Bruce called, stepping forward and grabbing the belt that had been placed on the floor. "Darkness," he repeated. He shook the belt then pressed it against himself.
Nothing happened. Ivy was impressed by Bruce's ability to somehow make the decision to save her life despite her not giving the order to do anything. Her slaves were all supposed to be mindless drones that communicated only with each other and her under orders. He would be rewarded later.
Nightwing, on the other hand... Can you hear me? she tested.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied dutifully.
After first giving her token appreciation to his surrender, she shrugged at him. "Such a shame. I was going to give you the night of your life, but you decided to go ahead and ruin all of the fun." She clicked her tongue at his ashamed expression. The tent rising from his shorts did not seem to be the cause of his shame. "Suddenly, I don't want to anymore."
"Please forgive me, Mistress," Dick pleaded, keeping his eyes down.
"Well, I have something else I'd like to do now, but I'll make you a deal." She looked at Stephanie, then gave her the order to resume what she had been doing before she had recalled her to deal with Dick. She left the medbay determinedly. "If you're quiet enough while Alfie takes the bullet out of your leg, then I'll let you get your release."
"Thank you, Mistress," he said. "I promise to obey your commands."
"Good. Alfie?"
"Yes, Mistress Ivy?" Alfred returned.
"Resume what you were doing before." A small vine slowly cracked its way out of the ground next to the gurney. The vine scooped up the blood bag and held it aloft in the air. "If you need any help, go find Stephanie; she'll be upstairs."
"Of course, Mistress Ivy. Do have fun," he said knowingly.
She kept the vine still, then hardened its surface composition to enable the plant to remain in place. This would be the only vine in the cave for now; not that she didn't want to redecorate the place, but she couldn't risk adding too much green to the cave in the event that one of Batman's friends visited the cave.
After sparing one final glance for Dick and his impending operation, Ivy walked over to Bruce, plucking leaves from off of her chest as she walked. He put the belt down, again surprising her by doing something without orders. Take me to the nearest bed, she ordinated.
He nodded, silently turning around and guiding her deeper through the cave. He did not turn toward the elevator, which was the way Stephanie had gone. Instead, he led her toward a small construct of metal bars and a gate which he unlocked with a thumbprint. A cage.
Now that she thought about it, she remembered that fateful night when he had finally submitted to her. She remembered how he had thought to revive her after she had died. She remembered the way he had initially advised her to not try to fuck him despite her orders. She crisply recalled his ability to use his intellect to creatively put down the warden without her specific orders. She recalled his recommendations that she give him new commands to keep him under her control. All of them were in the interest of serving her greater good. What was it about Batman that somehow made him more than her other? The only time her minions were able to do something outside of her appointment was when they did something that accomplished the general task that she had assigned to them, such as directing other minions to a specific objective or choosing certain tactical roles.
All of the leaves were gone from her chest by the time she made it to his bed, a familiar scene being played out once again. The bed inside the cage was quite large considering the implication of being a prisoner meant that the cage was not meant to be given any form of special treatment. Perhaps this cell (she could see quite a few others a bit deeper into the cave) was meant to quarter some of Batman's larger foes, such as Killer Croc or Mr. Freeze.
There was something mildly amusing in having been able to entice the Batman to bed her in his own dungeon, as it were. She turned to the cowl-less hero, grabbing him by the wrist and walking backward into the cage. With a quick command in his head, she had him shut the gate behind them.
She fell backward onto the spacious bed, laughing in short, panting breaths from the anticipation. He was not as excited, though. Ordering him to stand up straight, she crawled backward a foot or two so that she could size him up.
"What's wrong?" Ivy asked out loud, running a slender foot up her other leg.
"I worry about how I am able to love you," he answered candidly. "It's difficult to be able to make myself what you want me to be when I have to worry about another incident."
"Bruce," she sighed. Sitting back on her elbows, she ordered him to undress before her. There was some room for him to drop his clothes on the floor. Her thumb and forefinger plucked off one of the leaves over her left breast. "No man has ever had trouble getting it up around me. Don't worry about losing yourself again; I'm right here."
His dark shirt came off. "I'll try not to, but-"
"Bruce," she said, much more firmly this time. Her motions became less playful and more stiff. "I don't know why you were lost for a moment before, but it won't happen again. You're special, but I always knew that." Stop undressing. Ivy gestured for him to sit down on the bed. "You want to be under my control, right?"
"Yes," he whispered, finally taking a seat after a momentary pause. His back to her as he sat on the bed, he sighed, leaning forward. "I want to be yours."
They both knew that his answer was a result of her current control of him, but she didn't think that either one of them let that fact bother them.
"Why?" she asked, sitting up a little further.
"Because I like being yours. I've never felt like this before in my life, and it's wonderful. I love being near you, I love thinking of you, and I love everything about you. If you wanted my love, then I'd give it to you. If it were your wish, I'd spend the rest of my life with you willing to do anything just to give you more of myself.
"But I'm afraid of myself, Ivy. I don't know what would happen if I became the old me again. I'm happy with you, but I keep coming back to what it is that caused my mind to crack."
He stopped. "And that is?" she prompted. She had gotten her knees beneath herself without even noticing.
"I think..." Bruce sat up straight on the bed, looking as immobile as a rock. It juxtaposed nicely with his inner turmoil. "I think it's because I've spent so long without feeling love that I don't know how it's supposed to work." One of his hands covered his eyes. She hadn't ordered him to do that. "I was trained to fight against love, so it's hard for me to let myself go completely under your control without changing that."
Ivy scooted forward on her knees and pressed herself against his bare back, her breasts squishing against his many scars. Her lips- still mostly coated in lipstick- found his shoulder for a long second before transitioning to the back of his neck. His hands came off of his face and patted one of hers on his chest. Then we'll just have to change your mind, then, Ivy transmitted. She pulled a small vial out from between her breasts. The contents had already become a translucent vapor due to extended time tucked away against her warm flesh. Lucky for you, I'm an expert at that, and I always come prepared.
At the sight of the vial in her hand, Bruce let his shoulders drop. He nodded, finally appearing reassured. He took the vial from her outstretched hand, willingly unstopping the tube and holding it under her nose. He had no gauge to tell of its completion, but he was reasonably certain that it had taken effect about five seconds later by a simple estimate.
In his head, she told him to just relax and let nature take hold of him. To start the process, she giggled a little and nibbled at his ear.
He smiled, making a guttural noise as he turned in a sudden motion and mounted her, his cock finally springing to life next to the goddess. Both of them fully ready to begin, Ivy laid back- her head came nowhere near the edge of the beg even a few feet in- and let Bruce on top of her. "You'll listen to me," Ivy said quickly, eager to start, "but you're my lover, not a slave." And it's alright to love, she added.
Without another prompt needed, Bruce kissed her, attacking her red paint with his unworthy lips. She seemed to sink back into the mattress, an arm flying above her head in uncontrolled bliss. It was defiant of all of Bruce's time spent in the dark that he be filled with such light now.
Ivy's arm soon came back down to the nape of his neck, gently placing his lips on a path toward her larynx. She moaned out as teeth scraped against her neck, followed by a graceful sweep of the tongue, and repeat.
Her left hand was soon joined by her other hand, running down the curvature of his spine and numerous slight blemishes that trophied his achievements and counted his battles. She refrained from picking at them, instead opting to reach for his belt buckle in front of his pants so that she could remove them. This soon proved impossible; there was not enough room for her fingers to pry open the buckle with the bulge underneath blocking any access from his waist to her leaves.
He knew what she wanted, though. One hand slapped hers away from his belt and then snapped the metal, cleanly ripping off the leather. Such strength!
Bruce reared back up and tossed his belt off to the side. She felt his body retreat slightly down her leg until he came to a stop at her knee. She waited, not giving him an order to do anything. She wanted to see what he would do first.
All four eyes in the cell full of longing, Bruce gripped her between her shoulders and the bed and sat her up to meet him. They slowly closed the distance from one pair of lips to the next, Ivy immediately feeling his tongue asking for entry. Her mouth opened for him, allowing for the tickling presence of his tongue caressing the insides of her cheeks. His open palm found the back of her head, keeping her close as he sought even deeper parts of her.
Her hands ventured down his chest, hunting for a piece of him more receptive than his tongue was. At his stomach line, she shoved him back, separating their mouths in the midst of their war. With his knees still beneath him, he landed in more of a bridging position than a sprawl. Before he could regain his balance, Ivy was on top of him, heaving in recovery of her stolen breath.
She brought her fingers up to his cheek, tickling him softly. "About those commands..."
"Yeah?" Bruce said. He closed his eyes and pushed his head into her palm.
"Yeah." She bowed forward, bringing herself so that her lips were level with his forehead. "I've got a few ideas."
He let out a short laugh before angling up his chin into her cleavage, planting a single kiss at the spot right where her chest grew whole mountains. It made her crave for more of his attention to her divine body and all of its parts.
She needed commands that would help him remember that she was his whole world and that nothing could ever be better. The subliminal sequence she had given him months before had not been designed to have him specifically attracted to her, but to women that fit the description of redheaded vixens with fantastic breasts. Well, she was one, but she needed commands that, even when her own plants' concoctions weren't enough, he would always think of her as the best so that he did not break away from her with another, less beautiful woman came along with those same characteristics.
"How about this?" Ivy said. "Anytime you see another woman, think of her that she isn't as good as me."
"Yeah?" Bruce asked again, a bit more playfulness in his tone. He was under orders to act as her lover, after all.
"Yeah." She was entirely certain that the voodoo dust would make these instructions part of his natural thought process. His instincts would become attuned to the sort of thinking that no woman could compare to her.
"Anything else?" Bruce asked airily. His hand cupped her bubble bottom and squeezed, causing her to let out an involuntary yet still sexy moan.
"Oh, Bruce." She let snuggled her rear back, giving his hand as much value as possible. "Remember how that feels. Any time you look at me, think of how my body is incomparable, and feel my touch in your mind." She shifted forward and backward once on top of him. The leaves surrounding her pussy were scuffed off in the motion, leaving it free to leak her fluids out onto his pants.
His mouth returned to her cleavage- a bit lower this time- to get another taste of her to remember her by.
She moaned once again. Don't stop. She was reasonably sure that unspoken commands wouldn't be imprinted in his mind by the voodoo potion.
He complied, snaking one arm through her armpit and flipping her over, reasserting his place on top of her. The two of them greedily kissed once again, Ivy's lips no longer having any red lipstick left on them by the end of this one. Bruce's, by contrast, were practically shielded by the glossy color.
His mouth retreated from hers this time, seeking easier battles with her flesh further down her neck and chest. They found the softest, roundest and largest breasts a lucky man could only dream of receiving. His tongue found itself attached to one globe, desperately begging to become a permanent fixture. He licked all around until he found the erect nipple, at which point his tongue finally reentered his mouth so that he could suckle. His free hands found her thigh and his waistband respectively, each of them eagerly gripping and pulling.
"Bruce," Ivy yelped, nearly a shout. "Remember my... oh, Bruce... my..." She gulped, doing her best to force down her natural reaction. "Remember my tits. Though there may be bigger tits than mine, mine are the best!" Her fingers contented to roam around her pussy while he struggled with the conundrum of not wanting to break contact with her breasts while at the same time wanting to be able to remove his pants- drenched both in pussy juices and precum- from his aching member.
Eventually, his pants did come off to reveal a throbbing cock for her to behold. Not wanting to be totally helpless to his boundless desires, she wrapped her legs around his torso and twisted, turning him on his back and ripping him from her nipple as he attempted to bite down. It wasn't the sort of move that ever would have worked in a fight against Batman; Ivy didn't have the training in combat that he'd had, but in bed, she was the master.
She came up on top, taking a hold of his prick with one hand and pumped him slowly. "Every time you remember anything I just mentioned or even think about your cock, I want you to remember what it was like to be inside of Poison Ivy and want to be there again." And with that, she shoved herself back onto his penis, putting nearly three-quarters of it inside on her first attempt.
She withheld a scream. Even though they had been kept apart for several days, they had done this many times prior to Bruce's arrest. She knew the sensation well. She also recalled that, no matter how much she tried, she could never get all of it inside of her. Still, three quarters on the first go wasn't bad considering her short time out of practice.
Bruce used her rebounding momentum to push his hips back up. She responded with another hard ram into his pelvis. Her impaled form gave him the sensation to recall that she desired. She wanted to make sure that he would once again be able to get hard at the mere thought of her after this.
She brought herself up and down, driving herself deeper and deeper with each gallop. She was determined this time to get all of him inside of her.
She came close, but never fully did it. She left about two inches left on his member before she finally got to an orgasm. Her body shook with partially concealed moans of ecstasy until she fell to Bruce's side, her head finding a convenient cushion on his shoulder. Keep going, she ordered.
Grunting, Bruce stuck a his leg between hers to give himself room to enter her while he expertly rolled them both away from the edge of the mattress- their bodies had come close to the brink with their last twisting- and over to the pillows. Bruce transitioned her head to the pillow and mounted her, Ivy cooperating by laying fully on her back.
He thrusted into her, eliciting a piercing cry from her for the first time this night. Her legs tried to rest on the back of his knees to hold him close and make it more of a challenge for him to back out for more thrusts. Bruce didn't let that stop him, instead exerting more effort and applying more force to each and every thrust, bringing about louder and louder screams.
Ivy could feel him approaching his climax inside of her. His motions became even more intense and feral, signs she knew extremely well. As much fun as she was having, she did have work to do when this was done. Once mankind had been wiped out, she could spend the rest of her life fucking him.
When you cum, she said, fall into a deep sleep, deeper than any trance could ever bring you.
He didn't give any indication that he'd understood her, continuing to thrust and thrust and thrust. The sweat and noises and moves he made drove her to another orgasm within only a few minutes of her last one. Her cum dribbled out of her pussy and onto the blanket.
She convulsed all over him. Still he pressed on. Either Bruce had simply lost the ability to bring himself to an orgasm or he'd heard her command and decided to hold out for as long as he could.
Grinning, she tested his resolve, rolling over one final time and getting on top of his member. She leaned forward to allow his hands and mouth free reign of her breasts during her humping.
His hands took a hold of the flare of her hips for both stability and assistance as he took one breasts into his mouth, playing with the peak with his tongue. Her other breast softly smacked into his cheek with each bounce. He didn't stop.
Finally, the two of them came to a mutual orgasm, Bruce yelling all throughout the cave with his climax. The bedsheets immediately beneath them had long since been drenched.
When Ivy regained her senses, she discovered that she had come to a rest with her head on his chest. Slowly, she removed herself from his withering cock and laid on her back beside her love. He was still awake, barely.
Ivy tilted her head to look in his eyes. They were nearly shut with sexually and mentally induced exhaustion. One of her hands strayed to his cock, feeling the member go completely limp.
"Dream of me," Ivy whispered softly. Her hand left his cock.
He nodded slightly and his eyes closed. Ignoring the fact that she had ordered him to sleep, she realized that she had defeated the Batman once again. Smirking at the thought, she laid one final kiss on the corner of his mouth, barely brushing his lips. He seemed to smile back at her in his sleep.
Ivy sighed quietly, enjoying the feeling, the pleasure of lying next to Bruce as he peacefully slept. This was the feeling she had always wanted: the love of the Batman where he was heartened by her presence and aroused by her existence.
After a long reflective moment, she slipped quietly off of the mattress before turning, taking a quick notice of how his cock seemed to be coming back to life in his sleep, and folding the very large blanket over Bruce's near naked body. She didn't want him to catch a cold in this cell, after all.
Ivy stood up straight, then nodded to herself at her work. "You can open the gate now."
Stephanie stepped up to the keypad with her batsuit mostly on. Ivy had been aware of her outside of the cell for most of the time, where she had mentally told her that she was allowed to finger herself and watch so long as she didn't drop a sample of her juices in the pot. Ivy did not see anything wet on the pot, but the gloves that held them were more receptive to light than normal.
The pot entered Ivy's grasp the second the cell opened. She inspected the growth of the plant inside, finding an olive tinted vine-like life form with pores splattered along the surface. The tip of the plant itself was shaped like a cup turned inwards, capable of storing carbon dioxide for extended periods of time without.
She smiled, microscopically investigating for any signs of deformation or early decay. She found none, which pleased her; after a long time spent culturing this new breed, it felt good to have finally unlocked the secrets.
The two of them left Bruce's cell open so he could leave once he woke up, going back over to the medbay. Dick was unconscious when they arrived, Alfred faithfully standing by his side and inspecting his handiwork. The hole in the back of his leg had been successfully stitched and bandaged by the look of it.
"Mistress Ivy," the old man greeted. Based on Alfred's non-creased brow, Ivy presumed that he had finished operating Dick a while ago. "I have finished attending to Master Grayson's injuries, and I do not think they are too severe. The bullet did not shatter and it did not cut into any soft tissue. He should be limping for the rest of the season, however, and I would recommend that you allow him to rest often if you want him to make a full recovery. He will need assistance walking for at least one month, and unless I am mistaken, he should not have any permanent damage."
"Thank you, Alfred." You can go get Tim now.
He nodded, thanked her for her orders, then walked back up the slight slope of the cave toward the car they had entered in. Much like Bruce, Alfred was different in the way he was around her than most of her other drones were. She didn't fear any sort of rebellion from him; it wasn't his will that was unique, but his mannerisms. His conduct was likely a result of decades upon decades of subservience in a certain way.
Stephanie went with Alfred to the car. She would serve as the lookout for Alfred from the rooftops of Gotham, searching the oceanfront for Tim and Royce.
Ivy, on the other hand, would be working on growing her new plants at a more massive rate. Her plan to spring the Waynes from prison complete and all of her allies gathering, it was time to return to her overall plan, time to refocus her total scope back to her mission to restore nature as the ruler of life. The Bat-family had fallen completely and was now hers to control. The Justice League would be next. Soon, the whole world would fall to Poison Ivy. Mankind would beware her plants. It had taken longer than she had wanted it to- her initial plan had been to use these plants during her final confrontation with the Batman in Gotham Square- but she could use it now.
Man was not the only thing that could create fire now.