Batman, maskless, pantless, and thoughtless, walked through the building towards Ivy. The one command he'd been given after his hypnotic slumber was a simple one; nothing that Ivy didn't want to happen happens when Ivy wants something. He wasn't ordered to be bothered by the fact that his erection would be clearly visible to any person that would have walked in the building if it weren't abandoned, so he didn't feel any discomfort. He wasn't ordered to be bothered by the fact that he was wearing only his extremely thick bat-uniform shirt it such oppressive heat, so he wasn't bothered. The only things that were questionable as to whether or not they should happen were natural processes. The only image in his head was that of Poison Ivy, and that kept him permanently hard. Ivy's command pre hypnotic slumber was that when he came, he would fall hopelessly in love with her, so wouldn't she want him cumming as many times as possible? He assumed so, so he came several times while walking towards Ivy. He instinctively knew which direction she was in, and exactly how far away she was.
Batman walked into a room to see Ivy entirely naked, her right hand clenched, and standing over a corpse. No blood, but it was extremely wet on the floor near the cadaver. He got even harder as he admired Ivy's backside.
"Clean this mess up and put that boy in the ground," Ivy commanded. Her right hand still clenched around something, Ivy took a few steps back from the body.
Bruce scooped the body into his arms; one arm beneath the boy's head, the other underneath the boy's bare ass. Batman looked down at the boy's unmoving face.
Then he looked up at Ivy.
"Do it now!"
Batman dropped the body and sprang at her. Ivy yelped and swung her right arm towards him.
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