Ivy pulled back awkwardly, holding back Batman's head as he still tried to chase after her lips. "What did you say?"

 

"Vengeance, Mistress," Batman replied.

 

Hearing him say that brought her a wave of pleasure she had never felt before, so much so that she nearly collapsed right there and wept. It was the euphoria of finally achieving what she had spent years trying to accomplish. However, aside from a smile that couldn't maintain its shape for longer than a second, she managed to keep her composure at great restraint.

 

"Why-" She cleared her throat. "Why did you say that?"

 

"It activated a self-destr-"

 

 

 

 

Bruce had been many things throughout his life, but the single occupation that he would most characterize himself as was a citizen of Gotham City. Being the Batman was just his way of expressing his concerns of Gotham's integrity publicly but without anyone knowing it was him doing so. 

 

Of course, there came something else with being the Batman; a lot of physical pain. Most of it was from bullets and punches, though there were also baseball bats, the occasional knife that got past his arms, strikes from super-powered beings, fires, ice in the form of Mr. Freeze's weaponry. Basically, that included everything called the general wear and tear one would acquire during a career of crime fighting. There were times where he had been electrocuted before by thugs using shock sticks, policemen using tasers, and a bunch of other innovative electrical gadgets designed to cause harm to anyone but the user.

 

Tonight, Lucius Fox had made one with a design to cause harm to everyone, and that didn't exclude the user.

 

None of the other shocks he had received during his twenty-three years of being Batman ever hurt as much as this did. This had to be what having kidneys ripped out felt like. Bruce had built himself up over the decades to resist all forms of pain and torture, but this was something nobody could have prepared him for.

 

He didn't remember much of the actual experience aside from the pain; the jolt had ruined his hearing and was making his detective vision constantly switch on and off to ruin his eyes. When he did finally come to his senses, he manually shut down all of his suit's functions by raising an arm- stiff from the electricity- behind his cape and ripping out the central battery. His detective vision stopped flickering and shut off for good.

 

Everything about him was stiff inside the Batsuit, but he still forced himself to turn on his side and move away from the spot he had fallen in. Not only did he fear a secondary explosion from the battery, but there was also a chance that the ground where he had fallen could spark a fire from staying put too long and then trying to move. Last thing he needed was to burn to death in a garden Ivy made.

 

Ivy.

 

Panicked, Bruce spun over on his elbows- it hurt to bend his arms at all- and scrambled over the grass to her body. Her skin was olive now instead of the normal green she should have been. All of the leaves that had formed her panties were gone, likely a result of them instantly withering away or being vaporized by the utility belt's self-destruction. Hell, Bruce was surprised that even his own outfit hadn't disintegrated. That blast had been incredibly powerful.

 

 

As he rounded her fetal figure, he noticed that both of her nipples had hardened to definitive peaks, much more pronounced than before. Also, her red hair was no longer matted but set into clumps like extremely thick strands. 

 

Her green eyes were also open. Dull, like her paling skin. Her beautiful, eye catching chest wasn't moving.

 

Letting out a soft gasp of despair, Batman moved over to her side and evened out her body on her back. He leaned in and placed the side of his head next to her mouth and pressed two fingers to the carotid artery in her neck. There was no pulse, nor any sounds of her struggling to breathe.

 

He used frantic motions over the next two minutes, trying to get her heart started again with chest compressions and airway filters. It was difficult with his overall stiffness, but he made it work. None of his attempts worked, though, succeeding in only making him feel more powerless with every try. 

 

Why hadn't Fox mentioned that the belt could be lethal? That was something that he certainly could have said. Batman wasn't supposed to kill anyone. Using a detonation device wasn't something he had wanted to do.

 

He didn't cry; he hadn't cried since the night his parents had been shot. Somehow, though, he resisted tears. Instead, he continued trying to resuscitate her. The pain of killing her hurt worse than that of his parents, actually, but crying was something that was physically impossible for him after just being electrocuted. 

 

He'd killed her. He should be crying.

 

His voice was probably broken, so he didn't try to speak. There wasn't a point anyway. What would he do? Reassure a naked corpse that everything was alright? Apologize to her for killing her?

 

He stopped mid-compression and slumped all in an instant, feeling an immense pressure inside of his head. Groaning in pain, he pressed both of his palms up to his cowl and cupped the sides of his head at the ears. Metallic ringing sounded out further, drowning his senses in horrible noise.

 

For some reason, he felt as if he knew what should be causing this, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was exactly. It wasn't a familiar sensation, but the feeling... 

 

It's the concussion blast, he thought through the pain. 

 

He opened his eyes and turned his head to look over his shoulder. Through tiny slits, he saw a large black object sticking out against all the other colorful plants. 

 

Grunting in uneven breaths, he pushed himself to his feet- literally pushing his knees into the charred grass and dirt to launch off of- and began stumbling toward the Batmobile. He didn't know why it was there. The electrical blast might have summoned it to his location, but it shouldn't have stopped where it was in the garden without his exact location. Since he had removed his battery, his suit couldn't send a signal to the Batmobile to keep the concussion device off, so it just fired out randomly. It was normally used as a deterrent against anyone trying to approach the car, as it only worked against people within a twenty foot radius.

 

He finally reached the black car and forced open the manual release of the driver's hatch. After crawling up the side of the car and falling clumsily into the seat, he punched the switch that controlled the concussion device. The weapon hurt, but the effects of the device were designed to only be temporary, and the headache faded within a few seconds.

 

Bruce then jumped back out of the car and worked his way around to the back of the vehicle. Opening another manual release hatch, he extracted a first aid-kit from the area above the rear wheel and rushed back over to Ivy.

 

Quickly opening the case and setting up both the defibrillator and the saline stabilizer (he hoped that her system would accept the saline with the chlorophyll), Batman placed the two automatic pads on the appropriate parts of her body. While the machine monitored her pre-failure blood pressure, he readied the syringe. The saline stabilizer was already in it, but he needed it unsettled so it would flow out of the needle quicker.

 

Beeping from the pads let him know that it was finished reading her system. Praying to all that he could find the strength to believe in at the time, he leaned over and placed two weary hands over the ends of the pads. 

 

He pushed the red button.

 

There was a flash behind Ivy's eyes that transcended into the light of life. Ivy gasped and spasmed right up into him. She started flailing her arms against him, hitting his sides with uncontrolled swings of her arms. He wrapped his arms around her and quickly administered the saline solution into her back. 

 

She flinched and arched her back, then froze in his embrace. The adrenaline killer worked its way through her veins in short order, making her still. It wasn't a depressant that smothered emotions in a thick blanket of apathy, but it would still suppress adrenaline.

 

Bruce, however, didn't care. She was alive. His mistress was alive!

 

 

 

 

Ivy drew in a long, shuddering breath.  The air was blissfully cool.

 

Something was wrong with the way she felt. It was almost as if she had just had had the wind knocked out of her, yet she hasn't been able to get her breath back. One moment was a crisp blue flake  that hissed into nothing, and the next moment was her being sucked into a realm of which she had no control over. She had kicked and thrashed in the numbing grip that the realm had taken her in, but whatever it was remained unfazed at her assault. 

 

Then, her fight died as quickly as a bug would upon being smushed. A pinch in her back made everything so much more... seasonal... more seasonal, yes. That was the word. Like a temperament that would get directly split in half as...

 

No, seasonal was not the word to use, but she didn't know how else to describe it. It wasn't a peaceful feeling, nor was it unpleasant, but the way she felt seemed a direct contrast from the nothingness she had felt before. 

 

The black thing that held her gently lowered her down on her back. She made no offer of resistance, only seeking to find comfort in lying down.

 

It was Batman who held her, she saw. He pulled back and hastily removed something from her chest and abdomen. Ivy glanced at his hands and saw a defibrillation equipment set.

 

Ivy actually tried to widen her eyes at this, but she couldn't manage that for some reason. 

 

She had died? Why wasn't there anything in her body that was screaming for an explanation of what had happened?

 

Ah, he drugged me, Ivy thought after mentally shifting through her body and discovering a foreign chemical. Some sort of stabilizer that wasn't a sedative. Like with plants, Ivy could control her core bodily functions. Unlike the poison that he had used against her to keep her immobilized, this was a drug that she could purge from her system.

 

Wasting little time, Ivy poured all of her focus into having her chlorophyll reject the chemical and push it all toward the bottom of her abdomen. With it all in one place, she then dissolved the solution and heat-compressed the components to the point of evaporation. It filtered out of her pulmonary system and exited her body with an exhale that gave up the breath she had first drawn in.

 

"Mistress?" Batman asked in a low voice. "Are you okay?"

 

She ignored his question, inspecting her current state. She was fully naked now, but that was the only thing she noticed different about herself. Around her, however, she found a large object in her garden. It stood directly between her and the line of sight that all of the humans with the cameras had on her.

 

Good. They had only been there to record the Batman submitting to her and share it. After just coming back from the dead, she now realized that it didn't matter to her what they thought.

 

And now, she would not stand the wait a second longer. It had already been way too long.

 

"Take off your pants now."

 

 

 

 

Even though he still moved to do as instructed, he could still speak his mind. "Mistress," he said, rolling his thumbs down into his waistband. There was no belt to keep it still, but the sweat under his pants still made it difficult to remove. "You shouldn't do this..."

 

"You shouldn't argue with me," Ivy moaned idly. Her hand was down between her legs.

 

His pants were down around his ankles. His erection was even stiffer than his arms. "Mistress-"

 

"Just call me Ivy, Batman," she interrupted. "You love me and worship me, but you don't need to call me mistress." She eyed him. "Boots and gloves off too."

 

"Ivy." One boot was already off. The bare foot pulled all the way out of his pants. "You can't do this right now." The other foot came out, and the pants were off. "It's not a good idea to get worked up now."

 

"Shirt too. Mask stays on."

 

He peeled off his right glove, then pressed a button on his left gauntlet. When nothing happened, he remembered that his battery wasn't there, and there was no manual release like there was with his Batmobile. "I'm sorry, Ivy, but the shirt doesn't-"

 

Groaning quite loudly, Ivy sat up and got on her knees. Vines sprang up from the ground, incredibly small and thin vines. They went under his waist and up his shirt, ripping it open at the front like a zippered jacket being shrugged off. With no other purpose for it, Batman took his remaining glove off.

 

"Ivy," he pressed, sitting back on the grass. "You can't get your heart rate up so soon after it stopped. It might stop again! You could-"

 

Poison Ivy then got her feet beneath her and sprang at him. She landed right on top of him and he fell backward to the ground. Her breasts were scrunched up against his chest, yet even like that, they were still impressively large. She straddled his abdomen like this and let her hair flow down around his head. He had always fantasized over that sort of thing with redheads.

 

"I can control my body, Batman. Now let's fuck." She dropped her face right into his and pressed her lips against his.

 

Unable to offer any further arguments against his love, he heedlessly kissed back. It was only his place to do as commanded and protect her. If she didn't need his protection, then he would obey.

 

The two of them intertwined their stiffened limbs and forcefully threw everything they had against each other in the passionate embrace. Her tongue entered his mouth just as he prepared to try and push his tongue into hers. Bruce let Ivy have this, though. She would always come first.

 

He felt warm liquids pooling upon his abdomen. He didn't know how long the two of them had been kissing like this, but he never wanted it to end. He had never felt like this before: a distinct level of pleasure he had never experienced. 

 

One of Ivy's hands pushed off of his chest, giving her leverage to sit up. Only moving his upper body, Bruce followed her up, never breaking the lip lock. Her tongue retreated as she lifted her hips off of him and thrusted back down around his cock.

 

Her eyes instantly shot open at this, as both her pussy and her mouth were at once penetrated by the Batman. He shoved his tongue inside of her mouth, but she fought back with her tongue. She closed her eyes in absolute bliss as she began rocking her hips.

 

The two of them went back down to the ground, continuing their clash of lips until Ivy hummed a moan deep in her throat. Finally breaking their lip lock, he let her rise again to start bouncing on top of him.

 

She rode his cock straight up and down fast, as if trying to get this over with as soon as possible. Not to get rid of him, but because she needed it badly. With each bounce, her breasts jiggled in an absolutely hypnotic fashion. He couldn't take his eyes off of them, even when her hands tried to hide them by playing with them alone. Bruce didn't let those hands get in the way, slapping them aside so he could feel them himself.

 

Ivy moaned again at his touch. Not breaking her stride, she leaned forward to let her massive tits hang right over his head. He picked his shoulders up off the ground again to get a taste of the flesh he had craved. He drew a lick right up her cleavage, getting all of the sweat and flavor of her skin in his tongue. It was the best he had ever had. There was no woman who could compare to Poison Ivy.

 

Her hair drifted down once more, surrounding his head and her breasts in a sea of red. He kissed them both reverently before clamping his teeth onto one nipple and sucking. This alone should've made him climax, but for some reason, he couldn't finish even if her tried. The electrocution must have made his cock- already hard at the time- stiff for a longer period whether voluntary or not.

 

Ivy, however, was not immune to cumming. She came with a light screech, shaking all over him and throwing her hair out of control. It tickled Bruce's head, but he didn't stop drawing more and more of her tits into his mouth. 

 

Even when he turned her around and climbed on top of her on the ground, he didn't break contact with her diamond-hard nipples. He thrusted with his hips for her to shove as much of his cock into her as possible. He could never get all of it inside; the walls of her sex simply couldn't accommodate his large member.

 

Her hands massaged his neck lovingly as he continued to ravage her large breasts. He'd switch only when he needed to prevent milk from coming out, and even when he did switch, the moments between his switch were under a second. He needed these tits more than he'd ever needed anything before.

 

Eventually, he found that he had brought Ivy to another orgasm, but he could still not make himself arrive at one. Most of the time, men had problems resisting orgasms when encountered by women containing a fraction of Ivy's beauty. Here, he found that the damn electrocution prevented him from cumming. Of course, it wasn't actually a bad thing, since it brought Ivy waves of pleasure. Still, he feared that his inability to join her in orgasming would make her think that he didn't love her. He needed to prove that he did love her, so he continued to suck and thrust with all of his strength.

 

It took many of Ivy's orgasms and at least twenty minutes until he could finally feel himself building. He was getting tired, but years of being the Batman had forced him to power through exhaustion dozens of times.

 

Her moans, her splayed red hair, her tender hands and her giant breasts were just too much for him to take. He broke contact with her nipples at long last and threw everything he had into one final thrust of his hips.

 

 

 

 

To the man's credit, Luthor didn't even look the least bit aroused by the display. Even Shawn had to admit that his composure was absolutely fantastic.

 

Shawn hadn't broken into hysterical moans and masturbation while on the chopper though. He had had a lot of money riding on him recording it all while his partner took long-range audio recordings from within the chopper. Shawn had resisted his own erection for damn near half an hour on that chopper without being able to relieve himself in the slightest. How Batman had resisted cumming for that long while inside of the enhanced Poison Ivy was beyond him.

 

There was no audio in this recording; the volume had been stripped from the video so that Lex wouldn't know what the two of them were saying at the end. He had already watched this tape a couple of times, making sure that there wasn't any reflections of anything down below that could incriminate him or his boss.

 

The helicopter he had been in was a true wonder. Invisible to the eye as well as thermal scanners, the aircraft would never be noticed by anyone. It barely made any sound, also, which was practically brilliant when one needed a chopper that couldn't be discovered. The Batman had seemingly spotted them at one point, but Ivy had drawn him back in with the voodoo dust his boss had given her.

 

On the video, the Batman slowly crawled off of Ivy as she stroked his face behind the mask. The two of them then separated to gather their clothes (in Ivy's case, that meant summon plants to give her leaves to use as a dress). The Batman had put on his gear again, but had trouble getting his shirt to stay closed with the tear in the front. When he finally got it to stay put as best as he could, he walked over to the Ivy.

 

"Get some handcuffs," Shawn knew Ivy said. 

 

Batman wordlessly moved over to the Batmobile, entered its cockpit, and came out with a pair of steel cuffs.

 

"Put them on me, then walk around the car with me to put me inside," Shawn remembered Ivy saying. "Drive us back to your Batcave afterwards so we can do this again."

 

Smart, he thought. He knew that there were a bunch of people in a nearby building with cameras ready. Even almost an hour after the Batman had arrived on scene, there were still some fools that had not fled, hoping to get some footage of the Batman defeating Ivy. There had been no arrival of any professional news crews; not only had there been absolutely no police chatter for them to listen for due to the earlier attack on the precinct, but most of the world was focused on Miller, the ex-Vice President being sworn in as President after the previous commander-in-chief had been killed in a battle with Brainiac a week earlier. No one important had known that the Batman had fought Poison Ivy at the center of Gotham until the next day when the footage from the people nearby aired on the news, showing that the Batman had captured Ivy, but she had yet to be returned to the police station. Rumors were that Batman couldn't bring her to the police station after it had just been attacked.

 

Regardless, it was a smart idea for Ivy to make it appear that she had lost to Batman. This way, the rest of the Justice League wouldn't get involved knowing that Batman had actually been corrupted by Ivy. She had won, and nobody knew it.

 

The Batman drove off in his Batmobile, and the video ended. Shawn grabbed the remote and turned the TV next to him off. He sat up in his chair and looked over at Luthor, who was already sitting up straight. Setting the remote down on the short, round table between their chairs, Shawn cleared his throat.

 

"One billion dollars," he announced without preamble.

 

Lex neither laughed nor called for security, so at least that meant he was open to negotiation. "Why should I pay that much for this? I don't need a sex tape."

 

"But a sex tape with the real Batman?" Shawn countered. "Surely you can find other stuff with more action, but this is Batman you're looking at on there."

 

"So? Why would I need porn with a man in a bat costume?"

 

"You don't need a porn to watch. You need a porn to market."

 

Lex arched an intrigued eyebrow.

 

"Let's be honest here. One billion dollars isn't that much for you; you've got at least twelve according to Google. A businessman like you could surely make triple that amount with something like this. Imagine what you could do to Batman with this."

 

"If I make this public," Lex said, "the Bat would be at my doorstep the night I released it. Making an enemy out of the Batman is not good for a man's health."

 

"I was under the impression that you had already targeted the Justice League before."

 

The billionaire eyed him carefully. "I'm trying to prove that I can change."

 

Shawn waved a hand. "Then you could sell the video on a contract that would guarantee you a percentage off of all money made off the video. The whole world will want to see the Batman like this. You'd know how to make yourself look apart from this."

 

Lex crossed his arms, considering. Shawn stood up from his chair and walked over to the television, pressing the eject button on the DVD player. The disc tray popped out of the machine, and retrieved it from the edge of the disc. He then turned and walked back over to Lex.

 

"This is all the money in the world, right here," Shawn promised, gesturing with the disc.

 

Lex shrugged with his folded arms and stood up. "All right. Deal." He took the disc and shook Shawn's hand.

 

Shawn looked down, pretending to be watching the handshake, but he was covertly stealing a glance down at his pants. Not even the slightest hint of an erection. A normal person would guess that either Lex's manhood was incredibly small, or he had an immeasurable amount of self-control. Shawn knew, though, that Lex only had eyes for Lois Lane, and not even someone with a body like Poison Ivy's could arouse him now.

 

Shawn smiled. Boss'll be happy to know this.

 

Lex withdrew his hand and walked over to the round table. He retrieved a pen from it and pulled a checkbook from his pocket. The disc was still in Lex's hand as he signed his name and the amount he was exchanging in this purchase.

 

Shawn gladly accepted the check after Lex ripped it out of the book. Once he brought this money in, he'd be one step closer to his payday. And he would get even more than a billion. Much, much more.

 

"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Luthor," Shawn declared in a formal voice. He then pocketed the check and made his way to the door.

 

"Interesting footage," Lex said from behind him.

 

Shawn paused at the door, turning back to face him.

 

"Interesting footage indeed. Looks like it was taken from the sky."

 

Shawn said nothing. 

 

"Almost as if you took it from a helicopter," Lex observed. "But nobody knew what was happening in Gotham Square at the time, so nobody just went out to rent a helicopter on such short notice. Almost as if you knew there was going to be a battle."

 

Shawn gave a smile and shrugged. "My boss wanted me to take pictures of the city at night. I just got lucky."

 

Lex returned the smile, but his was more knowing and casted more power. "Then tell your boss that I'd like to thank him. I like the Diamond Lights very, very much."

 

Shawn's smile faltered, but he turned his head away before Lex could see it drop. Dammit, he should've prepared his story better. Now, Lex knew he was working for someone with power. Shawn couldn't go back to his boss now if there was a possibility of Lex following him. He'd have to lose his tails in the city quick, maybe hop on an outbound train and handoff the money to his partner whenever he could.

 

Shaking his head in a quiet frustration, he walked out the door without another word.