Chapter 22 - Delivery Girl: Poison Ivy

I don’t own DC Comics or Superbabes: Special Delivery Service.


Time: 9:37 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)

Ring-Click

“Superbabes. We deliver to Ilya. How can I help you?”

“Hey, Orders. So l… Do you know it’s me because you’re using your powers, or does my name and number show up on the phone screen?”

“I have a corded phone. So no.”

“Oh. So basically, just… your powers?”

“It is by far one of the easiest and least painful uses of my powers that I’ve managed to learn for myself, but I digress. Anything you want, Ilya? Because I’m not a big fan of feeling like I have a javelin stuck in my forehead.”

“Oh. Right. So uh, probably a dumb question that I should probably be able to figure out, but I’m asking anyway because I figure, you know, there’s no problem in asking and…”

“YES ILYA? WHAT’S YOUR QUESTION?”

“Sorry! Can uh… ‘clients’ make reservations at different places and times?”

“… They can.”

“So I, or a client, could hypothetically ask if the delivery can be sent to someplace that isn’t a home address?”

“You can, and it has been done. Did you… nguh! Ffff-fucking hell! H-Have something in mind?”

“Y-yeah, I did. Shit. I’m sorry, Orders. I didn’t mean to…”

“Ahhh! Very… ow… nice bit of real estate you found there.” 

“Oh. Yeah. I’m assuming you just saw the uh, ‘secret hideout’, I had in mind?”

“I did. Looks very scenic.” 

“I know, right?! Like, do you ever go out to the park? Cause you know, I typically don’t, but I went over for a class assignment, and when I was walking back I fell in there and conked out. Honestly one of the best naps I’ve ever had. I never would’ve thought I’d ever…”

“Yeah, listen, Ilya. I’m not exactly an outdoorsy person. And I think I’d prefer to just stay in my apartment, where it’s comfortable, safe, and nothing bad ever happens there.”

“Oh. Yeah. For sure, I was just… you know, offering.”

“Riiight, well thank you, for the offer. Now who am I sending out to join you in the bushes?”

“Who’s gonna—oh shit, I didn’t even think about that. Uhhhh, I’ll… I’ll have a Poison Ivy meal. Delivered by Poison Ivy. Please.”

“Poison Ivy? Excellent choice. Extra-large garden salad with a side of carrots and celery.

“Great! Promise, I’ll have her back in 60 minutes. Oh yeah! Do you have vinaigrette?”

“No.”

“Ah. Then uh, just leave it plain, please.”

“Very well. Be sure to keep your head down out there.”

Meanwhile.

“Haaah.” Orders sighed as she dropped the phone back onto the receiver. “I knew this day would come. Superbabes induced public indecency. It had to happen. Poison Ivy! Ah!” Orders flinched as her eyes quickly flashed their distinctive, purple glow. She clamped a supportive hand on her head, adding pressure as she walked over to the counter. “Agh, fuck. Get in here, you’ve got one! OW!”

Not even a minute after she was called and Poison Ivy was pushing her way into the lounge, her hips swaying from side to side like a sensual metronome. 

Which, by the way, happens to be her natural walk.

“You called?” She asked, stopping before the counter with her hands on her hips in a traditional Wonder Woman pose.

“Alright.” Orders waved her over just as the food slid out onto the counter and her eyes continued to flicker with purple light. “My head’s already starting to hurt, and I don’t have time for spoilers, so you’re getting Eli.”

“Oh! Hm-hm-hm!” Poison Ivy sultrily chuckled with very clear interest as she picked up the food bag. “So I’m getting an invitation to our busboy’s bachelor pad?”

“Not this time, no. He’s going to be hanging around in Robinson Park. And yes,” Orders held out a preemptive hand at Ivy’s surprised expression, “I’m aware of the situation, and you have nothing to worry about. He’s got the whole thing planned out pretty well, and you’ll find him outside of the Eastern entrance. There’ll be plenty of meters on that side of the street and it’s a weekend, so you don’t have to worry about paying.”

The lounge door was swung open and in came Mighty Endowed, scrambling over to the counter with her arms held tightly over her cleavage. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, don’t mind me.” She muttered frantically as she released her arms, letting a pile of bills spill all over the counter. 

Mighty then, without any hesitation, reached deep into her cleavage to pull out a couple handfuls of bills that had been deposited by many gracious customers. Jostling her breasts around in her tight suit, and feeling satisfied that she couldn’t feel any more paper, she waved a timid apology and scampered back out, ducking her head like she was blocking people’s view at a movie theater. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

Orders eyed the pile and groaned, pressing her hand deeper onto her forehead. “Ohhhh, I don’t feel like sorting right now.”

“Hey, you sure it’s going to be alright here, Orders?” Ivy asked, concerned. “Katie just left, and with me gone it’s just going to be Mighty, Yellow Lantern, and Batwoman to wait on everyone.”

“It’s fine. It’s going to…” Orders, very suddenly, scraped all of the money onto the ground, shut her eyes tightly and winced, then opened her eyes wide, flexing her face muscles at the surprising amount of pain. “Aaaugh fuuuck. Gonna slow down. Once you meet him we’ll be at, fuck, about half a dozen? No, five. They can handle it fine. No need to… worry about it.” 

Orders bent over her desk, as a long stream of blood dripped onto the previously clean surface. Her free hand fumbled around for tissues, all while staring, completely seriously, at Poison Ivy like they were still continuing their normal conversation.

“Rrrright.” Ivy took the food and backed away towards the door with concern plain as day on her face. “I’ll see you later, Orders. T-Take care of yourself. Seriously.”

“Like I don’t already.” Orders snarked, finally finding and stuffing her face full of tissues.

Leaving with the rather unsettling image of an unconcerned Orders bleeding profusely from the nose, Ivy jiggled and swayed elegantly to one of the company cars and drove off towards Robinson Park. And even though it was for another delivery, she couldn’t help but be a little excited. 

She welcomed the opportunity to go back to Robinson Park. Well, Robinson Park proper. Not just the RV park. 

She would love to go there regularly, taking in the fresh air, walking the many pathways, and beholding the beauty of nature. But there were far too many… ‘little’ things that, when put together as a whole, encouraged her to stay closer to home.

She would like to jog and exercise, but she had more fun with her friends working out at Sal’s. She would love to walk Hector on the long trails, but depending on who the loyal hound meets, including but not limited to squirrels, birds, certain breeds of dogs, and angry people who mistake her for the real Poison Ivy, he had a tendency to show how aggressively defensive he was of his owner’s honor. 

This of course is all while not taking into consideration that, unbeknownst to her, the aforementioned, real Poison Ivy had indeed showed up at Robinson Park literally yesterday. So, you know, even more reason for her to SPECIFICALLY not be there. 

But this wasn’t the first time she’s been ordered for a romp in the outdoors, and because of who ordered her, she was more than willing to brave a potential ‘villainess’ sighting.

Oh, you have no idea.

Ivy pulled into a completely empty line of parking spots across the street from the stone wall, and the tall trees peeking above, that bordered this side of the park. The more sleepless parts of the city were more toward all of the late night bars and clubs that were beginning to open up. 

Ivy hopped out of her car and crossed the empty street, walking along the mid-height stone wall towards one of the entrances. This entrance in particular was an unbarricaded opening with the stone walls on either side curled inward welcomingly for park goers. And as Ivy got closer, she noted a certain someone had walked out of the park, and it wasn’t an urban park ranger. Unless they changed their uniform to jeans, sneakers, and a stylish jacket.

No it was Eli, illuminated by the light of the closest lamp post as he surveyed the area, no doubt looking for his scheduled delivery girl, before walking backwards to sit on top of the short stone wall. It was only when her clicking boots came close enough for him to hear, that he got up quickly and turned to face her, a barely restrained grin of innocent excitement plain on his face. 

“Well hey there, stranger. Are you waiting for me?” She said with a sultry smile on her black lipstick lips.

Eli’s cheeks blushed a faint red and he smiled dreamily. “Hey Jess—”

“Ah ah!” She playfully poked him in the chest. “I’m on the job, mister. Secret identities?”

“Right, right.” He said, a little embarrassed, but not without giving a little tease of his own. “Sorry about that ‘Miss Poison Ivy’.”

“Hm hm hm, good boy.” She grinned, before stopping to look at the picture perfect view of the hewn stone of the park trail bordered by acres of leafy trees on each side. “So I take it ‘this’ isn’t where you’ve been seducing my friends for your many nights of passion?”

“Well… no. I’m just doing something a little different this time.” He said, innocently enough. “Let’s just say that there’s a particular spot that I found, and I wanted to share it with you. Care to join me?” Eli asked, and stuck out his elbow as a gentlemanly hand hold for the lovely lady in green.

“Oh my. Well of course.” She smiled, and graciously slipped her arm around his. “Show the way.”

Arm in arm, the two made their way down the dirt path, staying close together like a real couple taking a romantic walk in the pale moonlight. But what was a little funny about it all was that it wasn’t necessarily part of Eli’s ‘plan’, merely a happy byproduct. 

Every so often Ivy would squeeze Eli’s arm tighter or get closer when the two took in the sights, like one of the many ornate fountains, a faraway bridge bathed in moonlight, or an owl perched in the trees gazing into the darkness. Ivy even jumped as it hooted so close to them. Something that brought the couple to a shared laugh.

Walking a little bit further, the two found themselves on the same dirt road Eli had walked down yesterday. They followed along the long hedge down the slightly descending trail, until Eli abruptly stopped.

“Aaand here we are.” Eli said.

A moment of confusion crossed Ivy’s face as she looked around the seemingly random spot in the trail. “Uh huh.” Poison Ivy said, respectfully humoring him. “Eli, sweetie, I may have done it in the dirt before, but that doesn’t make it my preferred way.”

“Alright, alright. Hold on.” Eli relented, still grinning. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the flashlight, shining a light on the section of broad hedge closest to them. “Notice anything strange?”

“A bus boy and a delivery girl are staring at a hedge in the middle of the night?” Poison Ivy joked.

Eli playfully rolled his eyes. “Har har. Look closer.”

Ivy continued to humor him, letting go of his arm to take another look at the hedge. And on closer inspection, Ivy did notice something off about what was supposed to be a flat wall of leaves.

There was a crease, or a crevice, with tiny open spots within showing there was some sort of empty space behind it. Curious, Ivy reached out with her hand and ran her gloved fingers against the crevice. She put more weight behind her hand, and yelped as her arm sank through. And the craziest thing was…

“It’s empty?!” Ivy exclaimed, waving her hand elbow deep and feeling nothing but air. She looked behind her to see Eli grinning from ear to ear.

“I found a secret area.” He beamed like a kid who just made the greatest pillow fort. “Come on, step in. There’s more, I promise you.”

“Say no more.” She grinned, showing him that she was more than just a little intrigued. “Just one thing before I forget.” Ivy pulled her hand free from the hedge, and rapped the back of her hand against leaves. “Superbabes.” 

Time: 10:11 PM Place: Robinson Park (Secret Glade)

“Special delivery service.”.

Ivy carefully stuck her foot through, relaxing only when she found ground on the other side and stepped the rest of the way through. Her breath held in her throat once she saw the secret passageway Eli had found in his little stumble. 

“What the…” Poison Ivy gawked, but not just at the naturally forming pathway, but at what looked like a light source at the very bottom.

“Come on.” Eli said, once he made it over. “It’s amazing.” He slipped his arm into hers and gently escorted her down the subtle slope, turning the corner at the end of the pathway together.

“Oh my Go—” Ivy raised a hand to her mouth, the words lost in her throat as she took in the sight of the hidden glade. 

Eli’s intuition was absolutely spot on. The full moon flying uncovered in the sky reflected beautifully against the placid lake, adding an additional natural light that shone through the ‘window’ in the hedge and canopy wall, illuminating the wide open stretch of flat grass and the surrounding leaves of the hedge and trees. All a perfect backdrop for any picnic, or romantic rendezvous. 

“Eli, it's… beautiful!” Ivy slipped free from Eli’s arms and walked towards the center of the grassy plain, stretching her arms and spinning around to really feel just how much room there was. “How did you find this?”

“I… fell in. Literally.” He admitted, with a much more positive tone of voice compared to how he first encountered it. “A dude on a bike ran me off the trail and I guess my back broke through the hedge.”

“Hold on.” Poison Ivy’s mood did a 180°, which prompted her to ignore the beauty of her surroundings and instead stomp over to Eli. “A guy ran you off the trail and you broke your back?” She said, with a tone that was less inquiring and more interrogating.

“No, no no no!” Eli nervously shook his hands as he chuckled. “I mean yeah, some jackass was riding super fast and I… fell, but I didn’t break my back!” He winced internally, preparing for her reaction but thankfully Ivy stayed calm. “I kind of just, got woozy or something, and fell asleep…” his brows furrowed, as he struggled to remember what happened, “but eventually I woke up a couple hours later. It was sunset, and I walked down and found this place.”

A couple seconds of silence passed between the two, enough to which Eli worried he might’ve just inspired Poison Ivy to grab a few of the girls to go after the cyclist for a little vigilante justice. 

That look she had on now, when her long hair falls over one of her eyes, leaving the one bare, eyeshadow covered eye to stare malevolently into the souls of whomever dares to harm her friend. A look he had to admit looked just as sexy as it did terrifying.

“Uh, and there’s more. One sec.” Eli jogged over to the tree near the edge of the lake, and brought out a folded blanket. He took hold of both ends and spread it high up in the air, letting it sink delicately onto the grass with hardly a wrinkle in its baby blue fabric. “Aaaand!” Eli added, darting back behind the tree and bringing back a small, collapsible lantern no bigger than a thermos. He clicked a button and planted it onto the grass, pulling the top up to reveal the soft, blue light that comfortably brightened the hidden glade. “Ta daaa! What do you think?”

It wasn’t much, but it didn’t have to be. It was simply the thought and care Eli put into the little gesture was more than enough for Ivy to forget about her little vendetta and crack a smile instead. 

“Hm hm ha haa!” Ivy chuckled warmly. “Oh my God, Eli, this is really amazing. I absolutely love it.” Her smile shone brighter with the gentle light of the moon and the lantern. She gave herself a minute to take in her surroundings, before kneeling onto the blanket and laying seductively across. One arm propping up her head while the other traced the bare skin of her thigh. “Care to join me?”

“Oh absolutely.” Eli grinned excitedly. He forced himself to calmly kneel onto the blanket despite his quickening heartbeat, and inched himself closer to Ivy’s body until his chest was a mere inch away from her leafy bosom.

They gazed into each other’s eyes but didn’t say or do anything. They both smiled and shared a little laugh, Poison Ivy traced a playful finger across his chest, but no one made any moves. They only listened to the sound of each other’s breaths.

“Heh. Oh man.” Eli let out a soft chuckle, finally breaking the silence.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Uh, well I uh,” Eli suddenly had a very difficult time looking Poison Ivy in the eyes, “Nah I just kind of realized that, with the view and all,” his hand fidgeted up to scratch his ear, then dropped down to scratch at the blanket, “this is really the first time I’ve ever done something… you know, ‘romantic’ for a girl.”

“Oh.” She crooned, with a hitch of surprise shifting to deep interest . 

As soon as he said that, the air around Ivy changed, dialing up her seductive factor all the way up to eleven. She inched closer to Eli’s stock still face, frozen by the sheer wave of lust and sensuality he faced in front of him.

Ivy’s lips pressed delicately against Eli’s for a soft as air kiss. They separated, letting Eli take in a deep breath, before leaning back in for another kiss.

At first it was just lips, soft then firm, pressing and sucking, before they pulled away for another breath. Ivy then laced her fingers around Eli’s neck, leading him willingly back to her waiting lips, but this time, with the addition of her probing tongue.

Their kiss grew to another level of intimacy, as the two grew focused with lapping and sucking on each other’s writhing tongues.

For Poison Ivy, she loved how Eli was expressing himself in increasingly naughty acts. For Eli, he just loved the feeling of caressing the wet, wriggling appendage with his own, while relishing in its lingering sweet flavor. 

Of course, that may be because Ivy had a couple of Bumblebee’s honey cakes with just a little extra honey before she left, but no one needed to tell him that.

Eli grasped a soft, green thigh and pulled it over his waist, pushing himself into her mons. He was constantly pulling and pushing, rubbing and pressing. The feeling of his hardening dick struggling to free itself from his jeans was making her so wet.

He reluctantly removed himself from her lips and shifted down to her neck and chest, trailing kisses along the way and guided only by the hitch of her elegant voice. His one hand stayed 
squeezing up her thigh to the exposed cheeks of her ass, while Ivy’s hand sifted through his hair. She kept him as close to her as possible while she pushed her near bursting bust into his face.

“Haaa… you smell so good.” He groaned dreamily as nuzzled against her neck, breathing in the rich scent of her perfume until his eyes opened wide, and he stopped. That thought was clearly supposed to stay in his head. “Sorry, that probably sounded weird.” 

“No need to be embarrassed.” She cooed, lifting him up by his chin for a soft kiss. “I appreciate the compliment.” 

“Oh, thanks, yeah.” He blushed, trying hard to hide his smile. It’s the first compliment of its kind and he was just glad it landed. “It’s, you know, your perfume is just… really nice.”

“Thank you.” She teased, thanking another surprising benefit of her ‘accident’. But she then paused, and felt an idea coming to her. “Oh, but, it’s not perfume.” 

Eli’s blush changed into a look of confusion. Confusion that Ivy capitalized on as she pushed him right off of her and onto his back, giving her the opportunity to scramble to her feet at the very edge of the blanket. 

Eli sat up, worried that he must’ve done something wrong, but let that thought plop right out of his brain as he took in the full, uninterrupted view of her body. 

She shook her hips from side to side like a belly dancer, running her green gloved hands up her body, hefting her green breasts in her bust enhancing bodice and into her flowing red hair.  “It’s my mind control pheromones! And now that you’ve taken a deep breath, you are now my slave.” 

Eli struggled to hold in his grin. He’s now completely certain the girls have been sharing stories about his deliveries and the amount of roleplaying he’s been doing. “Really?” 

“Yes. And slaves don’t talk, they strip. So strip, slave.” She ordered.

“Haaah, fine.” Eli gave an exaggerated sigh and reluctantly shed his jacket, folding it over his arm and plopping it off to the side of the blanket.

His hands reached up to pull at the collar of his shirt, but after tugging on it once, changed course and lowered his hands down to the hem. Crossing his hands, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, making sure to flex his abs like he’s seen done by thousands of sexy male and female models and actors.

“Hm hm hmm.” He heard Ivy chuckle, which was definitely a good sign.

Next came his pants, which he quickly unbuckled and shimmied off onto his jacket. He would’ve left it at that, but that thought was interrupted by a sudden…

“Ahem!” Poison Ivy crossed her arms, yes to further perk up her overflowing bosom, but also to express her ‘dissatisfaction’ by looking pointedly towards his still covered crotch. 

He rolled his eyes playfully and dug his thumbs underneath his waistband, but couldn’t help but hesitate just as he was an inch over the curve of his dick. Getting naked in an unfamiliar home was one thing, getting naked OUTSIDE was another. It was an instinct that was incredibly difficult for him to shake off, but with all the experience he had literally underneath his belt, he pushed past his trepidation and kicked his skivvies off onto his pile of clothes.

“And the socks.”

Those too.

Eli was finally completely naked, exposed to the elements and ANY prying eyes. Instinct caught up to him again, both hands cupping and covering his cock and balls as he hunched over and shivered. The cool night air tickled his entire body into sprouting goosebumps.

“Mmmm, very nice.” She cooed, strutting up to and walking around him in a big circle. 

Poison Ivy eyed his naked body, gazing at the subtle contours in the muscles of his back and legs. Starting with just a single gloved finger on the top of his shoulder, she traced across his back, under the curve of his ass, then back up and around to his peck. 

The sensation was calming and admittedly arousing, and after another minute of slow, delicate touching, he felt enough comfort to remove his hands. Finally free, his fully erect dick sprung up and smacked against his belly, bobbing up and down in the fresh air.

“That’s right. Hands at your side, slave.” Poison Ivy stopped right next to him and whispered huskily right into his ear. “Get that dick nice and hard.” 

Eli jolted as her gloved hand slipped silkily down his length to his base, then trailed back up to his head with just the tips of her fingers. She repeated that motion, stroking back and forth, back and forth, sometimes fully grasping his length, and sometimes just teasing him with her fingers.

“H-haaaa… haaa…” Eli groaned, his hips shivering and not because of the cold. He clenched his fists in an effort to stave off the pleasure, but as always, the ladies of Superbabes were able to make him SQUIRM.

She grinned villainously and leaned in close, tickling his ear with her warm breath. “Touch me.” She whispered, and nibbled playfully on his earlobe.

Eli, more than happily obliged, slowly raising his hands to grasp at her green tits. At first he was content with squeezing them through her leafy green bodice, but his lust got the better of him, and he tugged the cups free, exposing those great, green titties for his squeezing pleasure.

“That’s it.” She sighed, relishing in the feeling of his warm fingers sinking into her soft flesh. “Now, take it off.”

Eli reluctantly moved his hands from her tits to her leafy suit, and pulled it lower and lower down her body. Once the suit bunched up and reached her waist, she ever so subtly rocked her hips from side to side, hoping to make it easier for him as he tugged her suit over the perfect curves of her ass. After a tight squeeze, her suit fell freely onto the ground, giving him free reign to squeeze and caress that shimmying, green booty.

She next let go of his cock and raised her hands like she was expecting him to kiss an imaginary ring. He did just that, kissing the back of her gloved fingers before delicately tugging them off one by one. Her soft gloveless fingers returned to his bouncing cock, and he responded in kind by sinking his fingers into her full ass. 

“Ooooh, Eli. You’ve gotten so bold.” She cooed into his neck, breaking character as she continued to stroke his ‘ego’. “Breaking in at night. Fooling around in this little secret spot of yours. I didn’t know you could be so wild. You’ve got some Gotham in you after all.”

“Yea-hah, yeah.” He grinned. “I’ve got a little… wait, whuh?” 

Poison Ivy stopped stroking. It was the subtle way he spoke that made him sound completely serious. “Uh, ‘whuh’ what?”

The rapture and pleasure was drained away from his face as he asked seriously, “What do you mean by ‘breaking in?’” 

“You know, the park.” She points around her. “It closes at 10.”

“What do you mean the ‘park closes’?” He asks again, still not getting it. “It’s a park. It’s public.”

“Well yeah, but it closes every night.” She explained. “You know, to prevent, like, squatters, litterers, homeless people, from just sneaking in and camping here.”

“So you’re saying, right now, I’m trespassing?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, breaking the law?”

“Well… yeah, more or less.”

“Ah.” Eli sat with that information, and felt his earlier excitement slowly crumble inside him, along with ‘outside’ of him. “We need to go, don’t we?”

“What?! No! Come on, this is all so… naughty!” Ivy shook her body excitedly, à la a samba-ing Hawkgirl. “Us, together, in this little hideaway. Doesn’t it make you feel hot?” She could tell it didn’t because she could feel him getting softer in her hands. 

“Yeah, but… what if we get caught?” Eli asked rather soberly for a man cuddling with a naked, green Superbabe.

“It’ll be fiiine.” She reassured and consoled him the best way she knew how, with a squeeze from her soft body, a coo from her breathy, heady voice, and a few more kisses on his pouting face. “Come on. It’s late. It’s dark. We’re in this secret little spot you found. What could possibly go wro—”

“… I’m telling you there’s a light coming from somewhere here. I saw it from across the lake.” A voice spoke suddenly somewhere up on the trail.

Eli and Ivy looked at each other at the same time, their eyes widening.

“Shit!” Eli hissed through his teeth and jolted in Poison Ivy’s arms, frantically looking around at all of their clothes strewn about the glade. “Oh no, oh no. We gotta go now.”

“Eli, I don’t think we can.” Ivy warned, stock still and staring anxiously up into the hedge where she thought the voice was coming from. 

It was the smartest move she could make, for the voice that tracked the two belonged to an individual aligned with one of the most dangerous beings in Robinson Park. No, it wasn’t Swamp Thing, or the Floronic man, it was the Gotham City Urban Park Rangers. An elite group of men and women dedicated to the protection and beautification of Robinson Park.

Superbabes have had their run-ins with the police before, both through encounters on the job and by being directly ordered by them, and of course Ivy was no exception, but that doesn’t mean their charm worked all the time. On multiple occasions Orders had been able to narrowly lead the Babes away from surprise police raids and known problematic officers. The kind of officers who were known to arrest and assault first while talking the biggest shit and asking questions never.

Gotham City Urban Park Rangers, on the other hand, were essentially an unknown beast. Absolutely, Orders had no interest in having her girls detained by the rangers, so tonight Eli and Poison Ivy would obviously be fine, but it was like the Earth orbiting the Sun. It’s never gonna collide and burn to a crisp ever, probably, but it’s still a giant, dangerous ball of fiery gas. 

Of the rumors the girls have heard, some have said that Park Rangers were like floraphiles with badges. Overly protective of the land and its natural beauty.

Hell, one urban myth about the rangers was that they supposedly chased out Santa Claus and his elf helper one Christmas night. Although admittedly the reports have been contradictory. Some say it was a man dressed like an elf because he was over six feet tall, but we’re getting off track here.

“Ehhh yah crazy!” A new voice with the thickest Gotham accent chastised his friend. “I bet ya it was just the light from one of the lamp posts or somethin’.”

“Nah man, the lamps here are waaay too spread out to reach the shoreline.” The first ranger exclaimed. “Plus the color of the light didn’t look like it came from a lamp anyway.”

Eli gulped as a bead of sweat dripped down his head. Despite being naked out in the wilderness he was having trouble feeling cool given the situation.

“Well what color was it?”

“I dunno. It was like, whitish… bluish… or somethin’. Hey man, turn off your flashlight. I want to see if I can see it from here.”

“The lamp!” Eli hissed through his teeth. With just his foot, Eli frantically smacked the top of the lantern so that it collapsed back into its base, but he hit it at an angle and so hard that it flew away, rolling down the slope, and into the water. “Fuck!”

“Hey! What was that?!” The first voice asked.

“Eli!” Poison Ivy gasped, reaching out and grabbing him by the arm. She yanked hard, unintentionally pulling him off balance and causing them to collide into each other. The two fell onto the blanket together, JUST as a beam of light pierced through the hedge and searched the very space that they were previously standing on.

“What? You see something?”

“Mmmm… nooo…” 

As the pain subsided from his body, Eli’s eyes fluttered open and was greeted by a mop of red hair. Ivy was on top of him, awkwardly pushing herself up so she wouldn’t put any more weight on his body.

“WAIT.” Eli clutched tightly to her waist and pulled her back down into him. 

She looked at him with wide eyes, wondering why he would keep her still, but when she turned her head upward, she could see the flashlight beam scanning from left to right like a searchlight on an army base. Ivy became very still after that, squishing her lovely body as close to Eli as she could.

“Ehhhh, I betcha it was probably a squirrel.”

“My ASS! Hell, I bet you there might be something back here.” 

There were only a few things Eli could hear distinctly in that moment. The Rangers voices, the chirping of crickets over the gentle lapping waves of the lake, and breathing. Both his and Poison Ivy’s slow, careful breathing that, despite how desperate they were to remain quiet, sounded to them like the loudest thing on the planet.

That’s the issue with purposefully trying to hide and stay silent. In the absence of sound, any noise that can be heard feels elevated. Each long, dragging inhale, and every long, scratchy exhale deepened Eli’s own heartbeat. It pounded so firmly in his chest that he could feel it reverberating in his head.

“You think there’s somethin’… in the hedge?!” The second voice asked, not believing his colleague for a second. “Come aaaaahn!” And yet there was the distinctive sound of hands tearing into the brush, pricking Eli’s ears and making him jolt in Poison Ivy’s arms.

“HM?!” Poison Ivy squeaked, a very feminine and sensual sound that took her by surprise. It wasn’t her fault to be fair, for there was something hard and long pressing and rubbing up against her mons.  

“There could be!” The first voice defended.

“Eh ya crazy!”

Eli’s eyes remained trained on the hedge wall that stood forebodingly at the top of the gentle slope, waiting. Waiting for a pair of hands to pry themselves through and discover them. He’d see the faces of the Park Rangers and they’d scream at him, tearing through the hedge to arrest them for sneaking in and trying to have sex.

He’d have a record, but worse is that he’d have dragged Jessica into this. Orders would fire him, the rest of the girls would shun him, he’d lose all of his friends, and never get the chance to hang out, and laugh, and love with girls who actually liked hi—

“Aah… aaahn…” Eli gasped, his body jolting again by the shock of pleasure he felt running up against the underside of his length. “Ah… huh…?”

“MM! Mmmm!” Eli looked back around to see Poison Ivy’s eyes were closed, her eyebrows knit together cutely as she grinded ever so gently on his cock, which he didn’t realize was still rubbing against her dripping wet pussy.

“J-Jess… what are…? ULP!” Eli yelped as his head was forcefully planted into the blanket, and he was met with Poison Ivy’s tongue forcing his way into his mouth.

“Mmm… mmm…” Ivy moaned as she put everything she had into her kiss, suckling and caressing his tongue with her own as she slid her seeping gash against the full length of his cock, coating it with her pussy juices.

“MMM-mmmm!” Eli frantically tried to push Ivy off of himself, but his anxiety induced sweat was making his hands slip off of her smooth skin. He tried getting a grip on her hips, but that proved just as ineffective. Feeling his hands squeezing her body was only making her hotter. “Ahn! J-Jessica.” Eli gasped once Ivy’s pulled away from their deep kiss, and began trailing kisses down his body. “Seriously. Sto—hah!”

No warning. No teasing. Balls deep.

Poison Ivy slipped all of Eli’s troublesome cock past her lips and down into her throat, sending his chest skyward as his body arched in shock from the sudden throating. She pulled her lips back up to his cockhead before sinking down, bobbing in a constant, steady rhythm.“ULK… GULK… GULK… GULK… ULLLK!”  She planted her mouth right at the base, sticking her tongue out from under his length to tap and lap playfully at his balls.

“Oh god… ffff-FUCK.” Eli clenched his eyes, his fingers, his legs, his hips; basically any part of his body just so he could manage the maddening pleasure coursing through his body that emanated from his cock. 

With great effort and gritting teeth, Eli peeked open an eye and looked down his body to the ravenous redhead devouring his turgid length. “Please. Please. Please. Jess, please.” Eli gasped out, begging for Ivy’s attention so he could tell her to stop, but the words were caught in his throat as looked into her eyes. Or rather, one eye.

Her deep, red hair, covered one while the other, smokey and seductive with dark eyeshadow stared into his soul. She looked like she was lost in her own world, diligently sucking on her tasty morsel as she relished in the feeling of a hot dick filling her mouth. 

“Hey come ooon, fuhgeddaboudit!” Eli heard the thick Gotham accent say. “You ain’t gonna find anything in there!”

“Just a sec. The hedge is too thick here. Maybe there’s a spot that’s thinner.” The first voice said, and not a second later the sound of rustling leaves could be heard mere feet away from where the hole in the hedge was.

“Shit.” Eli muttered through his clenched teeth. He eyed Poison Ivy warningly, but her eye was closed in pleasure as she buried his length back down her throat, shaking her head from side to side, making his cock bulge against the sides of her mouth.

Desperate to get his warning through to her, Eli carefully reached out with shuddering arms and buried his fingers in her luscious, red hair and pulled. She would appear to ‘relent’, letting herself ease off of his dick, only to then pull herself back down his length. He tried again, and again, and again. Each time breaking free and plunging right back to the root, making Eli realize he had no control over Ivy at all.

“Hey man, look. If Sarge catches us slackin’…”

“Sarge is gonna be more pissed about us missing roll call. Come on, we gotta start walkin’ here!”

“Just one SECOND, man!” The first Ranger insisted. “There might be a spot over here.”

Again the leaves rustled. This time even closer to the hole in the hedge wall.

“HMM!” Eli yelped through tightly pursed lips. Ivy was salivating all over his length, pooling her spit against her cock-full mouth before quietly sucking it all down, making the sound of sloshing water.

The tight, wet, slow burn of sucking was driving him up the wall. He wanted to moan, or gasp, beg and cry, or hell, just fucking cum, anything to let Ivy know how much he was loving her and everything she did to him, but he knew he couldn’t. Unless he wanted to let the Rangers know exactly where they were hiding.

“MM! Hmmm!” He groaned as quietly as he could, but it was proving impossible to keep himself quiet. The only thing he could think to do was clamp both hands over his mouth, and let out his whimpering moans into his palms.

“Satisfied?” The Accented Ranger asked sarcastically.

“No!” The first Ranger retorted. “I’m telling you there’s something here. I bet there’s some spot in the hedge that someone can walk in easily.”

“MMMM!” Eli cried again into his palms, shutting his eyes tight and praying in the hope that when he opened them, the park would be quiet, rangers would be gone, and finally he could cum in that slutty Poison Ivy’s teasing mouth.

What he got instead, didn’t exactly help, but didn’t not help either.

Eli felt the blanket rustling beneath him, while Ivy’s mouth seemed to twist around and around the base of his cock. Ignoring the fear of being discovered, Eli opened his eyes and was shocked by the sight of the dripping, green petals of Poison Ivy’s wet pussy. Ivy had waddled around on her knees, repositioning herself and swinging her leg over so she could straddle his head, all while still sucking on Eli’s cock. 

Mercifully Ivy lessened her suckling so that he could focus on the curves of her thick ass swaying from side to side like a doggystyle strip tease. With each bump from side to side her hips sank lower, filling his vision with her dripping wet slit and her natural, red pubic hair.

She watched as Eli’s hands slipped off and away from his mouth, staring in awe of her swaying hips. Seeing the perfect opportunity, she dropped down fully onto his face, stealing a muffled gasp of surprise as she planted herself directly onto his mouth.

“MmmMM?!” Eli mumbled in surprise by the faceful of pussy, and reached back out to grab at her thick, wiggling ass to push and pull her off. But her thighs squeezed tighter around his face, making his escape nigh impossible. 

So Eli figured, why fucking bother?

His fingers sank deeper into her ass, giving him plenty of grip to pull her in instead of away. With no room for her to escape, he extended his tongue and buried it as deep as possible within her snatch, all while rubbing and nipping at her ‘lower’ lips with his own.

“Mmm-hm-hm-hmmm!” Ivy let out a chuckling moan around Eli’s cock as she felt Eli release his frustrations into her pussy. Her eyelids fluttered, her legs shook wildly in his grasp, and she felt like she was losing spatial awareness from such fervent pussy eating. 

The world around her melted away. The cold of the air, the chirping crickets, and the threat of the Park Rangers weren’t even a thought in her mind. Her focus was entirely on her growing orgasm that Eli was more than earnest to give her as payback for her dangerous teasing. 

“MMM-URK!” Ivy clutched tightly onto his thighs and used her grip as leverage to pull her head faster and deeper onto his cock. “Urk, urk, urk, urk, urk…” She choked, bobbing at absurd speeds and pushing Eli further towards his release.

Teasing foreplay was officially over. Both were gunning for the other’s orgasm, licking and pulling and sucking and choking, racing each other for the honor of the first taste of delicious cum.

Meanwhile, on the pathway…

“Alright, I’m done. Get ovuh here you fockin’ mook!” Franky grabbed Eddie by both shoulders, pulled him mere inches away from the break in the hedge, and threw him down the path. Suffice to say, Eddie wasn’t happy.

“Hey, what the fuck, man!?” Eddie hollered.

“No, we are fockin’ done here!” Franky, like a dad fed up with his spoiled child, pushed Eddie further and further down the path, keeping him from turning away and walking back to the hedge.

“But there could be…!”

“NOPE! We are fockin’ DONE here!” Franky cut him off. “Come on. We’re going.”

“Alright, fine!” Eddie conceded, letting Franky lead him down the path. 

“Your goin’ to explain to the Sahge why we’re late for roll, Eddie.” Franky added, adding insult to injury.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie asked, squaring up for another verbal bout. “Well you get to explain to Sarge that we failed in our due diligence to investigate suspicious activities going on in the park.”

“Oh really. What do you think is gonna bother her more?” Franky mocked him from behind. “Bein’ late for findin’ some supposed trespasser, or bein’ late for fockin’ around in the bushes with nothin’ to show for it? Huh, wise guy! You tell m—Guh-AGH.”

“Oh what is it, Franky.” Eddie snarked back. “What you swallow a moth again with that fat ass mouth of yours you goofy ass?!”

Eddie turned around to really let Franky have it, but his words stuck in his throat once he saw Franky clutching at his neck as his face turned purple. 

“Oh shit! Jesus, Franky. The hell happened!?” Eddie rushed over to Franky’s aid, pulling at his hands so that he could see if there really was something stuck in his throat. “Franky, let me see. Let me see man. Let me… is this a fucking vi—GUH!” Eddie’s words were cut dangerously short, as something wrapped tightly around his neck as well. 

They both clawed desperately at the vines, but being starved of oxygen for so long forced both Eddie and Franky to fall to their knees. They helplessly stared into each other’s panic stricken eyes, cursing their luck as they mentally questioned whether or not anyone would be able to find and save them, when the sound of clicking heels drifted to their ears.

It came from behind Eddie so he couldn’t see who it was, but Franky could, and what he saw made his eyes bulge from out of their sockets.

“Hello boys.” Eddie let out a strangled yelp as the REAL Poison Ivy, walked calmly and seductively between the two men. “I’m in the market for obedient soldiers. Any volunteers?” Poison Ivy spoke with a sinister softness, trailing a finger under Eddie’s chin. 

“GUUH, AGH… UGH!”

“GAAH! GUH-RRR!”

“Both? Oh how wonderful.” She tittered, mocking their helplessness. She bent over sensually, gripping tightly on Eddie’s face and forcing him inches away from her green lips. “Whatever can I do to thank you?” She asked in a husky, sexy voice, and brought Eddie in… for a ‘mesmerizing’ kiss.

Back at the Glade…

“MM! Pfft—MM!” Eli, with the greatest mustering of willpower that he had ever mustered, coughed and spluttered as quietly as he could as Ivy squirted a torrent of pussy juice directly onto his face and mouth. With her pussy planted right onto his face, what didn’t fill his mouth poured down his cheeks in great rivulets, soaking into his skin and hair like getting hit in the face by a water fountain’s rogue spray.

“MMMM-HMMM!” And on the other end, Ivy moaned deeply onto the cock still balls deep down her throat as her orgasm racked her body hard. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her hips shuddered and dug itself deeper into Eli’s face and nose, and then all at once she just collapsed. 

With all of her weight dropped onto Eli’s body, with the fresh taste of girl cum on his tongue and a wet, gurgling mouth on his dick, Eli could think of no better way of returning the favor than letting go of what he had been fearfully holding for so long.

The first thick spurt of cum shot right from his bulging tip right down her throat. He bucked his hips, riding the high of his own orgasm and spurting more jets of cum in between thrusts into her throat and mouth. This torrent of seed forced Ivy to swallow what she could, while the rest leaked down his pulsing shaft.

And all was silent. No honking cars, no arguing people, no Rangers clawing at the hedges. Just the natural, peaceful harmony of the wild and all that inhabit it, all while comforted by the gentle light of the moon.

“MM! Pft! Guuuuh!” Eli gasped, prying himself away from taking in deep breaths of air as he seemed no longer worried about how loud he sounded. “Huh… huh… agh!” He yelped, wincing as he felt Poison Ivy take her sweet time dragging her mouth and tongue up and off his cock with a positively filthy sounding POP!

Delirious and yet, still ‘hungry’ for more, she looked behind her over the curve of her green ass and smiled with that lust drunk smile of hers.

“Hey, baby.” Her sensual whisper tickled his ears while her silky fingers tickled his cock. “You have fun?”

“N-No.”

“Liar.” She teased, and laid a soft kiss on his twitching cock head. “Come on. I’m waiting.” She said, and climbed down and off of his body to a clearer space on the blanket.

“Jessica. I don’t-I don’t…” he paused and swallowed his spit and her cum that still coated his mouth and throat. He looked over to the hedge and, after hearing nothing, proceeded to army crawl over to Ivy and hover carefully above her prone body. “What if they’re still there?”

“So?” She asked innocently. She reached up over shoulder and hooked her hand around his neck, pulling him fully on top of her until she felt his hardon laying gently against her ass.

“So why are we still here?” He hissed worriedly, not realizing he had started rubbing his wet length against her soft curves. “Let’s leave!”

“Why?”

“Jess, we’ll… Hah… we’re gonna… gonna get caught.”

“Then let’s wait.” She gasped quietly, replacing her whorish ‘freshly fucked face’ for a more gentle and seductive ‘fuck my pussy look’. “Let’s stay here and, ahn, pass the time. Until we know they’re gone.”

“Jessica.” Eli implored, doing a really terrible job of it as he pressed his revitalized length against her ass cheek. 

“Come on. I know you want to. Let’s stay here.” She cooed, spreading her legs and lifting just her ass above the ground. Her hand reached between her legs and guided Eli’s dick to the entrance of her pussy. “Let’s stay—ahn!”

“Sh-shhh-shhhh!” Eli grit his teeth as he slowly pushed his dick deeper into her snatch. “Please, stay quiet. I don’t want anyone to hear.” 

“You just… ahn… don’t want anyone to kn-know you fucked my tight, green pussy… ahn in the park. Haaah, yes.” She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt more of his weight press against her buoyant ass cheeks.

Eli said nothing, but pulled his hips back and thrusted deeper inside her, admitting to his guilt with his own pleasure. With Poison Ivy’s ass held submissively in the air, he had full control over their fucking, something he was more than willing to take full advantage over.

His thrusts were at first low and slow; getting a feel for her reaction before he really started to increase his pace. 

“Ahn, haah, ahn, haaa…” she moaned lovingly. A sound that soft and pleasant to his ears to match the subtle slapping of his hips against her soft buoyant ass. 

But she wanted more. She wanted him to feel him plunging faster and deeper inside her clutching depths, to make her want to scream just so he would want to shut her up. To shove her head into the grass as he railed her pussy like a man possessed. So as Eli was getting lost in the pleasure, Ivy began subtly twerking her ass, slowly timing her bouncing ass to the pace of his thrusts.

“MM-mm-mm-yee-ah-ah-ah.” She groaned, feeling her juices leaking out of her pussy and down her stomach, sliding in between her tits. Her orgasm was building inside of her. Growing bigger and bigger. If he just kept going, a little longer, a little harder, a little—

“Whatwasthat?!” Eli yelped ‘quietly’ as something rustled the canopy leaves. He wrapped his arms tightly around Ivy’s soft green body and pulled her into him, spooning her close as he watched vigilantly for whatever disturbed the sensitive leaves.

Of course, it turned out that the culprit was a squirrel, who didn’t really care if the two were fornicating. It was probably because he already mated with a female the other day, but the point was neither of them could tell. Fortunately, Ivy knew that there was no one, not the Rangers nor the Police, who was light or agile enough to hide in the trees like a ninja.

“Who’s there?” She whispered playfully out into the darkness.

“SH! Jess, stop.”

“Have you come to watch us?” She asked. 

“Oh God.” Eli moaned, burying his face into her thick, red hair.

“Oh come on. What’s the harm in letting them watch? Hm?” She chided, reaching down to grab at his hand and place it right to one of her huge, heaving tits; squeezing her big titty HARD with two eager hands. “Don’t you want them to watch you fill a whore villainess with that big, hard cock of yours?”

Poison Ivy rocked her ass against his hips, quickly sliding his cock just a couple of inches out of her tight snatch before just as quickly sliding it back inside. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he began bucking his hips against her ass.

“Ahh… haaa…” Eli panted, clutching Ivy tightly to his body as he thrusted harder, audibly slapping his hips against her ass.

“Yeah. Yeah. Make me your whore.” Poison Ivy gasped, squeezing her legs together to squeeze tight around the cock beginning to pulse inside her. “I want my good little slave to fuck me. That’s it, fill me up with that seed. Plant that thick, hot seed deep inside my pus-syyy.”

“Ivy. Ivy. IVY. CUMMING.” Eli planted his hips tightly to Ivy’s deliciously soft, green ass, unloading a bucket load of hot seed into her waiting womb. 

He shut his eyes tight, breathing through his clenched teeth as Ivy squirmed in Eli’s iron tight arms. Her whole body shuddered, and her wet walls clamped around his prick, mouth open in a silent scream as she felt his sperm coat her insides. 

At the Botanical Garden grounds…

“Frank. Eddie. Come in.” Park Ranger Emilio Cortez released the talk button on his radio, hoping to hear back his fellow rangers, but heard nothing but static. “Frank. Eddie. Please report in.” Cortez called again, but still no one responded.

Cortez looked to his fellow Park Rangers, Cheng and Rahim, and just shrugged, which didn’t really improve either of their moods.

“God DAMMIT!” Ranger Vivian Cheng kicked a stray chunk of debris with her boot, making it fly into the gaping maw that was the cordoned off front entrance of the botanical garden. “Where the hell are those two jackasses?!” 

“Roll call’s going to start at any second.” Ranger Mohammed Rahim warned with his stern words and even sterner expression. “Christ sake, with both of them gone Sarge is going to make us all work with sanitation for the next week.”

“Hey look man, if they’re not checkin’ in, maybe they’re in some kind of trouble.” Cortez insisted.

“Yeah, after that shit they pulled last week? Fucking doubt it.” Cheng reminded him sourly, and crossed her arms. 

“Nah, c’mon. This shit feels different.” Cortez defended adamantly. 

“They tricked me into walking into the lake!” Cheng growled. “And for some reason I was reprimanded WITH them!”

“Well, yeah, that was shitty. But still I…” 

“Hello?!” Rahim cried, throwing his arms up in the air. “Are we just gonna forget that Sarge is going to be here LITERALLY any second to call roll?!” 

“Fantastic observation, Ranger Rahim.” A sarcastic voice from the shadows cut through the rangers’ discussion. It was Sergeant Lucille Horowitz making her presence known, stomping with authority onto the dirt path and towards the trio of rangers who scrambled to stand at attention in an even line. “So.” Sergeant Horowitz paced back and forth like a hungry tiger. “Anyone want to tell the latest gossip that has you all with your heads up your asses?!”

“Rangers Connors and Palermo are not here, ma’am.” Ranger Cortez spoke clearly and loudly for the sergeant, prompting both Rangers Cheng and Rahim to close their eyes in disbelief. Cortez had just handed over their punishment on a silver platter. 

“Really? Well that’s not one, but TWO, rangers late for roll call!” Sergeant Horowitz bellowed almost jovially. “And you all know what that means, don’t you?” Rahim and Cheng glared past their stalking sergeant as they awaited their more than familiar punishment. “That’s right, I’m gonna be sending in a work order to the mayor, and have you all be collaborating with the Sanitation—” 

“I’m worried something might have happened to them, Sergeant!” Cortez interjected.

Horowitz paused her dramatic show of force and turned to face Cortez, staring into his very soul. “What?”

“Yeah. What?” Rahim mumbled sourly.

“Ranger Rahim, you have not been addressed!” Horowitz snapped, quieting Rahim. “Cortez. Elaborate.”

“Rangers Cheng, Rahim, and I have been attempting to contact Rangers Connors and Palermo due to their absence.” Cortez explained, bringing in his fellow rangers with him to help display the dutiful camaraderie that they didn’t actually have. “But all attempts at contacting them have resulted in no response whatsoever. We believe that something may have happened to Connors and Palermo, Sergeant.” 

“W-Well, it’s a working theory, Sergeant.” Cheng interjected, not even certain if what she was saying was helping her save face.

“Well,” Horowitz said, tempering her tone, “if what you say is true, then we have a very serious problem on our hands.” 

Cortez sighed in relief, knowing that his sergeant was taking his worries seriously, while Cheng and Rahim sighed in relief, knowing their asses were no longer on the chopping block.

“The possibility of two of our rangers missing or perhaps injured somewhere in their patrolling area is something that the Gotham City Urban Park Rangers take very seriously.” Horowitz went on, seemingly receptive and willing to validate Cortez’s concerns. 

“What do you need us to do, Sergeant?” Cortez, and reluctantly Ching and Rahim, stood straighter, ready for orders.

“Nothing.”

The trio’s mostly determined expressions faltered, replaced by a look of justifiable confusion. 

“Want to know why? Because they’re both right THERE!” Horowitz pointed ‘pointedly’ behind the trio of rangers, all of whom spun around in wild bamboozlement.

True to Horowitz’s words, Rangers Conners and Palermo were indeed a ways down the path, walking toward the waiting group of officers. Walking very ‘slowly’.

“I knew it.” Cheng glanced at Rahim, who nodded completely unsurprised.

“Wuh! WUH?!” Cortez sputtered, completely flabbergasted by the sight of his seemingly unharmed fellow rangers.

“Incredible, Cortez!” Horowitz clapped with her gloved hands, sarcastically ‘commending’ Cortez. “You didn’t just cover for two insubordinate Rangers, but you also roped in two other rangers into your scheme as well. Congratulations! I’ll be sure to bring up these actions to the Captain next time I see him.”

“But… but…”

“Just let it go, Cortez.” Rahim moaned.

“Quiet out of both of you.” Horowitz admonished, then turned to face the prodigal rangers. “Conners! Palermo! Where the hell have you been?” 

The two missing officers had their heads lowered, ignoring their sergeant as they continued to shamble closer to their group. As they got closer, the group noticed that an assortment of vines and leaves were sprouting from folds in their clothing. It looked like they both fell through a tree.

“That question wasn’t rhetorical, rangers!”  Sergeant Horowitz bellowed, waiting patiently for the two to approach. “Conners! Palermo! Are you two reading me?!” 

The two said nothing, but continued to walk closer and closer. Horowitz, still not getting an answer, was practically at her boiling point, while the other three couldn’t help but be confused by their unresponsiveness.

“Conners! Palermo!” Horowitz screeched, as the two walked right up to her like they were trying to start something. “You got something to sa—GAH!”

Cortez, Cheng, and Rahim jumped as Palermo punched straight in the throat. As Horowitz choked, grasping at her neck, Connors kicked her in the back of her legs, forcing her down so that the two could grab an arm and immobilize her.

“Yo! What the hell are you doing?!” Cortez screamed, jumping into action with Cheng and Rahim. “Get the fuck off of he—UGH! GAH!” 

“Cortez?!” Cheng cried, looking behind her to see dozens of vines sprouting from the ground and wrapped tightly around Cortez’s body. “RAHIM?!”

“HUH?!” He turned around, getting the full view of a trussed up Cortez.

“RUN FOR—AHHH!”

“OH SHI—GAH!”

Before they could even think to move, the same vines that had trapped Cortez shot from the dirt beneath them and wrapped around both of them in an instant. With this, all four had been subdued. Vines tightly snug around the joints of their arms and legs, binding the limbs to their bodies like Mother Nature’s act of Shibari. 

Only Horowitz was free of the vines, but that freedom ended quickly. Soon enough, a fresh batch of vines broke through the surface of the ground, softly swirling around her limbs like snakes. Now she too was ensnared.

“What the fuck… is this shit?!” Rahim managed to ask out to no one in particular. He wasn’t expecting an answer, but certainly didn’t expect the sound of heels, clicking distinctly in the night air.

With effort, the rangers trained their heads towards whoever was walking towards them, and were met with the terrifyingly beautiful image of the villainess Poison Ivy, looking down at all of them like they were animal carcasses rotting in the sun.

“Oh good.” She hissed cruelly. “More volunteers.”

The Glade…

Eli finally unclenched his hand from around Poison Ivy’s breast. Despite their dual tight grip, its natural perkiness sprung back up to its natural voluptuous shape like memory foam.

Eli meanwhile, winced as he slowly and carefully pulled his spent dick from the fist tight pussy. As he did that, the lovely green body shivered with the biggest ‘just fucked’ smile on her face.

Eli’s cockhead popped free from her pussy, releasing a thick stream of cum slowly trailing down her ass and onto the blanket. “Mmmm, so much seed.” She purred. “My slave needed to cum so bad, didn’t he?”

“Iv-Ivy.” Eli panted, his vision slightly blurry and his body burning like a furnace. “I mean Jess, er, Ivy. Come on, let’s-let’s get out of here.”

“Hmm? ‘Come on’? Now you want to cum on me? Is that what you want?” Ivy asked, purposefully misrepresenting what Eli was actually saying and teasing him all the same.

“No.” Eli insisted. “Let’s go!”

“Where do you want to cum on me?” She asked, completely ignoring his protests. 

As Eli rolled his eyes, Ivy rolled out of his arms, rising to her feet. She bent over, showing off her pussy slick with boy and girl cum, and slid out of her boots before walking over to the tree at the edge of the lake. Her ass swayed from side to side, hypnotizing him easily and rendering any argument he may have had completely irrelevant.

Ivy approached the tree branch that extended outward at just about head height. She reached up and wrapped her hands around the thick base, putting some weight on it to test its strength, which also came with the added bonus of bouncing that green ass of hers.

“Hmmm, so.” Ivy hummed, looking expectantly over her shoulder. “Are you gonna just stay there, or are you gonna cover me in your hot seed?”

Eli gulped. Just to be sure he took another look around the top of the hedge, repositioning his ears in the hope that he might hear anything human, but he heard nothing. He didn’t want to say or admit anything, so he got up to feet, crouching slightly, and cautiously made his way over to Ivy’s inviting ass.

As soon as he stood behind those glorious, green globes, Ivy backed up and smothered his cock with her cheeks. They both gasped in pleasure, with Ivy pushing and rubbing her ass against his length, feeling him slowly harden back to full strength.

Eli quietly groaned, his eyes clouded by a lust filled haze as he took hold of her tantalizing tits with both hands and pulled her close to his body. While his fingers squeezed and sank into her deliciously soft flesh, he buried his nose into her exposed neck, nuzzling and tickling one of her favorite weak spots.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” She breathed huskily into his ear, biting her lip once she felt Eli drag the iron rod between his legs down the crack of her ass, prodding past her other hole before smacking up against her eager pussy.

Slowly, Eli pushed his head past her eager lips, sinking deeper inside her with the entrancing sound of her pleasured sighs. But there was another rustling in the trees, this time coming from behind Eli, making him flinch and freeze mid thrust. 

Eli audibly gulped. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck, and, as if thinking it would end the rustling, began to pull himself out. But Ivy was there to calm him, grinding her ass against his cock and sliding herself deeper down his length.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” She cooed softly into his ears.  “Mmmm they're just jealous. They wish they had their cocks deep inside me, but the only cock I want is yours.”

Eli felt his spine shiver as her words wormed its way into his ears. His hips, slowly but surely increased its pace, slapping hard enough against her ass to send ripples across the pliable flesh. Sweat dripped down Eli’s scrunched up face as he struggled to push through the aching burn growing in his hips. 

“Hah, ahn… you’re so cute when you’re scared.” She cooed, watching him concentrate on keeping himself from cumming. “You’re so cute when you fuck me. And you’re… you’re… MMM, fuck you’re so cute. Ha haaa!”

“Shut… shut up.” He snarked back, his cheeks flushing red.

“Ha ha haaa-ahn…” she laughed into her moan. But wasn’t laughing anymore once Eli yanked her all the way down his length. “MM!”

Ivy grit her teeth, narrowly avoiding yelping out at that last thrust. It was really hard for her to believe Eli wanted to stay quiet, especially when he was the one jackhammering her pussy loud enough to be heard faintly from the trail. But if that’s how he wanted to play, it’s only fair if she got to add as much fuel to her fire as she wanted.

One of her hands strayed from the branch and settled between her legs. Her fingers dug into her clit and strummed vigorously at her hardened bud. 

With her pussy filled, her breasts squeezed tight, and now her clit being swiped, her orgasm came fast and swift. Her walls clenched tight and her head shot skyward; mouth open in a silent scream.

Eli gasped, ripping his dick from Ivy’s tight, orgasming snatch as she kept rubbing her clit. He watched, mesmerized, as her legs crossed tight, her hand still busy fingering herself way past her finish line, causing arousal and girl cum to leak down her hand and dribble onto the dirt.

Ivy released her hand from between her legs and reached back up to the branch. She shakily lifted herself up, fully content with her orgasm.

“Okay.” She panted, with a big grin on her lips. “Phew. You like watching me cu-UM?”

Before he could let her finish, Eli wrapped himself tightly around her body once more, and dug his fingers into her snatch. He was completely on autopilot, not sure what he was doing but knowing he wanted to keep going, and going, and going, until Ivy came again and again and again.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” Ivy gasped open mouthed like a fish as she struggled to contend with Eli’s fingers. “Yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES. Ye-s… ahn…” her voice fell silent, as her pussy clamped onto his fingers, squirting all over his hand and onto the grass. 

Eli mercifully stopped his fingering, letting Ivy ride out the mindblowing shock to her system, all while watching at how her shuddering body fell limply in his arms as he experienced her gushing against his fingers.

The two quietly basked in the aftermath of her orgasm. All the while, the pigeon who had a full, uninterrupted view, finished settling down in its nest before ultimately closing its eyes to sleep.

Exotic Flora Exhibit

Within one of the many atriums of the Gotham Botanical Gardens, the crisscrossing overhead lights that were usually turned off for the night were suddenly flicked on, Not soon after, the double doors that were once locked up and secured were smashed open. The doors flew off of their hinges, spinning and tumbling away while sending glass and wood shrapnel across the once clean marble floor. 

The ‘real’ Poison Ivy grinned as her heels clicked loudly against the marble, taking in the expanse of the treasure trove of exotic plants expertly maintained and arranged that bordered the stone pathways. Her ‘honor guard’ of a half dozen mind controlled park rangers shambled in behind her, their pupils glowing a bright green as vines and leaves sprouted from their clothes.

Poison Ivy grinned evilly as she walked up the wide, stone walkway to take in her prize. An absolutely massive flower, taller than a man at over 10 feet, was the centerpiece of the botanical garden. The underside of the massive bulb was a normal light green, but the interior of the petals was the color of a purplish bruise. The towering yellow spike, or spadix, sprouted from within the petals like a stalagmite. 

“Finally.” Poison Ivy beamed as she approached the giant flower and wrapped her hands around the towering spadix. Her green hand trailed up and down the smooth flesh, almost like she was stroking the unfortunately phallic plant appendage. “Amorphophallus titanum.” Oh, it’s actually called that. Alright then. “Known colloquially as the corpse flower. With this in my army, Gotham will be smothered in a cloud of stinking death.” 

Her hand continued to weirdly stroke at the phallic shaped spadix, all while her guards stared aimlessly and waited for her next command.

“Now.” She waved a hand callously at her mind controlled guards, calling out no one in particular. “You fools. Start opening the rest of the atriums and displays. I will be there shortly, to give life to my beautiful babies once more!” 

“Yes… mistress…” The guards droned on, and slowly spun around to do as they were commanded. But when they were only halfway to the doorway the lights suddenly shut off, blanketing them in darkness.

“Ugh!” Poison Ivy growled. “Someone get the lights back on!” Her guards turned back around to face her. Their faces illuminated by the glow of their green eyes were the only things that she could see clearly. 

The guard closest to the door accepted her commands and called back. “Yes… mistre—GUH!”

Ivy and her guards trained their eyes at where their compatriot said their final words, but there was nothing. Just gone. Swallowed by a traveling darkness hiding amongst them. 

“You’re done, Ivy.” A voice called out. A voice that reverberated throughout the wide atrium, making it sound like it was coming from everywhere. 

Poison Ivy eyes twitched, and darted around the room, searching for the origin of that voice. The voice that brought fear to every goon, thug, and low-level low life caught out at night when that signal lit up the dark sky.

Her guards lazily scanned the building for their target. The open doorway, the trees, dirt pathways, the rafters, the glass ceiling. So many hiding spaces and not enough of them to check them. Unable to find anyone, they looked to Poison Ivy for an order.

“Find him.” She hissed, spreading her hands across the spadix. “Spread out.”

The now five mind controlled guards lined themselves up, back to back, in a circle. Slowly they stepped forward, slowly increasing the size of their perimeter. One guard walked towards the double doors, two went off into the tree lines on opposite sides of the walkway, and the last two approached Ivy, who was busy putting all of her focus into the corpse flower. 
 
It wasn’t a bad strategy, except for the issue that the guards were severely undermanned. And the wider their circle, the greater the distance between them.

As soon as the two guards stepped onto the fertile soil and disappeared out of sight, the thick foliage shuddered violently, and a pair of pained screams rang out before being completely silenced.

The guard closest to the front door quickly spun around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the shadowy perpetrator. But before he could take a single step, two white streaks of lights within a large shadow fell from the ceiling, enveloping the guard in its darkness before shooting straight up towards the ceiling. 

“Rrrr!” Poison Ivy growled in frustration, and called out to her last two guards. “Get over here now! Defend me!”

Obeying dutifully, the guards ran to defend their mistress, as they got closer they were stopped by a strange high pitched whistling, followed by a sharp crack on the side of each of their heads by something heavy and metal. They fell to the ground, out cold.

Poison Ivy stared at their unconscious bodies, and sighed, disappointed. “Of course.”

“Oof!” Someone grunted in the darkness. “They just don’t make mind controlled goons like they used to!”

This voice… she’s heard before. It was cocky and arrogant, but sounded much younger than the one she had heard taunting her yesterday. It was a voice she had heard for years, always alongside the accursed Bat.

“Hey Ives.” Poison Ivy followed the voice to a tropical palm tree, where Nightwing, former Boy Wonder, was leaning against it. He raised a blue accented hand, and waved with far too familiarity for her liking. “Find anything under $50 bucks I can take home?”

Before she could land an ego shattering retort, something heavy thudded against the stone pathway. She turned to face it, and was met with the rising figure of Batman. His white eyes narrowed fiercely. “Enough is enough, Ivy. You’re going back to Arkham.”

“Really Batman?!” Poison Ivy scoffed, unimpressed. She planted a hand on her hip and flipped her hair like a high school mean girl. “You need all of these men to beat up on just one poor woman!”

“Oh like you’ve got any right to complain.” Nightwing sarcastically called her out. “Mind-controlling Gotham’s finest men and women dedicated to protecting one of our treasured landmarks?”

“Protecting? Protecting?!” She screeched.

“Oh boy.” Nightwing gave a knowing look to Batman under his domino mask, who replied with one of his patented ‘Batman side-eyes’.

“What you call protecting, I call subjugating!“ Poison Ivy snarled. “Treating glorious flora like some sideshow attraction. Holding them hostage in a prison of stone and metal! And this park?! So ‘prim and proper’.” She spat out sarcastically, ending with a scowl that marred her beautiful face. “Ugh, like lipstick on a pig!”

“Well I think the park is nice.” Nightwing mumbled.

“Well no more!” Ivy cut him off, before he could snark again. “I’ll see to it that the Green will grow, unfettered by dirty human hands. Consider this the end of Gotham.”

Behind Ivy, the ten foot tall, phallic plant rumbled and swayed, seemingly trying to pull itself out of the ground despite being literally rooted there. A few more tugs, and a monstrous looking leg made of thousands of roots wrapped as tightly as muscle fiber burst free and dug itself into the ground. Then another, and another, until the flower had pried itself completely out of the ground. 

The flower, now looking like someone’s deranged imaginings for a quadrupedal monstrosity, shivered as horrid looking veins seemed to pop and engorge from underneath the extended spadix. And at the very tip was a growing bulge, that pulsed and pulsed until… POOF!

Green gas spewed from its tip, growing larger and spreading farther, closer and closer, to the dynamic duo.

“Nightwing!” Batman shouted. “Mask!”

“Copy!” He replied.

The Dynamic Duo pulled respirators from their utility belts and brought them up, hoping to secure them to their faces, just as they were enveloped by the deadly cloud. 

“Ha ha ha haaa!” Ivy, immune to the deadly, mutated gas, chuckled heartily within the cloud. Thinking that she had taken care of the troublesome twosome, she turned to face the plant life behind her. 

With a wave of her hand, more and more plants shuddered as they were mutated into hideous monstrous creatures. A wicked smile grew on her teeth. She was ready to create more monstrous children, but behind her, Batman and Nightwing burst through the smoke, kali sticks and cape raised for battle.

Back at glade…

Ivy winced and whimpered as Eli slowly removed his fingers from Ivy’s tight, sucking lips. With his hands free he held her tight to keep her from falling over, while the two listened to their quiet panting mixing with the chirping crickets and lapping water.

“Was…” Eli began, “was that oka—MM!”

Ivy spun suddenly around and pulled Eli in for a lip smacking, soul sucking kiss. If you couldn’t tell someone was fucking from the sound of hips slapping against ass, then you most definitely could tell someone was having the raunchiest make-out sesh coming from somewhere within the hedge.

Ivy pulled just a few inches away, grinning devilishly as she stared into Eli’s surprised face with that dead sexy look of one of her eyes covered by her hair. “You made me cum SO hard, baby.” She moaned, giving him another kiss. Her hand reached down to grasp and stroke at his girl cum soaked length. “But you’re still so hard. Do you want me to make you cum?”

Eli gulped. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to cum on my tits, baby?” She cooed softly. “Do you want to squirt your seed all over my green titties?” 

“Yeah.”

“Then cum here, baby.” She said, pulling him around and leading him down the gentle slope towards the lower of the two tree branches. 

Eli leaned back against the branch, carefully easing his weight as he adjusted his stance. His hard prick jutted out in front of him, bobbing happily in anticipation as Ivy squatted down in front of him. With him being down and Ivy being up the slope, it gave them the perfect angle for her to wrap her breasts around his dick.

“Haaa…” Eli gasped, squirming from the feeling of her bouncing and squeezing her soft breast flesh together into his length. 

“That’s it. That’s a good boy.” She cooed with a feather soft voice. “Don’t hold back, baby. Give me allll of that seed.” 

Eli slowly bucked his hips as he gazed at the inhuman goddess. The darkness and the moonlight gave her already exotic skin and hair a captivating shade of blue. In this little hideaway, off the beaten path, it made him feel like he was a wayward soul, pulled away by a devilish seductive spirit intent on giving him the most pleasurable release… in sex AND in life.

“Iv-Ivy.” Eli groaned, slapping his hips against her tits as his grip tightened around the branch.

“How dare you say my name.” Ivy cooed seductively with very little offense, tightening her busty grip and sliding up and down his dick. “You will address me as ‘Mistress’ when I make you cum, you dirty little sla-VE!?”

Eli let go of the branch and gripped onto her shoulders tightly, roughly using her to pleasure his cock like a toy. “Ivy. Ivy!” He groaned, lost in his lustful stupor as he let loose and slammed his hips against her tits. 

“Ahn, haa, you… b-bad b-boy.” She moaned, a great big smile on her face as she felt her breasts tingle with pleasure. “Cov-er me in that SEE-EE-EED!

“Iv—I’m gonna…,” Eli never finished his sentence as a fat glob of white cum shot free from a crevice in between her tits. 

“Aaah… ooooo!” Thick pearly white jets of cum continued to spurt onto the top of her tits and covering all over her cheeks and smiling lips. Ivy continued to squeeze and tug on his cock, kissing and suckling on his tip so that she got as much cum on her face as possible.

Soon enough she was absolutely covered in hot spunk smiling erotically as she squeezed the last drops of seed from his dick. In the light of the moon, the streaks of white shone brightly against her skin.

“Hah… hah… haaaah,” Eli groaned, leaning back against the branch like laundry laid out to dry on a clothesline. Like Ivy, his legs shook and shivered and his hips weakly twitched. 

“So.” Ivy dragged her fingers through one of the thick ropes of cum that coated the curve of her breast and naughtily sucked on the tips. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah.” He huffed, using his normal speaking voice. “I feel-Wait! I mean…! Agh. Fuck.” Eli paused, his eyes shut in frustration as he mentally reminded himself to be quiet. “I mean, I feel… really good.”

Poison Ivy wanted to laugh out loud so badly, but out of respect to her friend she kept it all internal. Instead she chose to slide her big, green tits up and off of his cock and rubbed the rest of his cum into her skin, smiling and winking at him as he continued to watch mesmerized. His dick jumped to show his appreciation, but ultimately wilted, completely spent for the night.

“So can we go now?” Eli asked again.

“Huuuh,” Ivy gave an exaggerated sigh. “Alright. Give me a minute to clean up.” She stood up on her feet and turned toward the lake, stretching her beautiful body right in front of him and giving him an eyeful of her popping backside. 

“Sure. I’ll go uh, too.” He mumbled, not noticing the constant look of mischief on her cumstained lips.

Given the difficult circumstances, Ivy approached the edge of the lake and squatted near the edge, letting the water fill her cupped hands. She looked as closely as she could in the moonlight, gave it a sniff, and, finding nothing too concerning, splashed it onto her face and chest, wiping away any lasting strands of cum until her green skin felt smooth and clean.

Ivy looked back toward Eli, who was busy staring up at the hedge wall as he struggled to tug his jeans onto his legs. Below him was her leafy green suit, her gloves, and boots, neatly folded onto the blanket. 

Ivy smiled and walked over to dress up, rolling her eyes as Eli was still staring intently at the hedge, even as he put on his shirt and started to reach down to fold the blanket. Looking to chip away at this such a serious watchdog, Ivy finished zipping up her bodice and walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a big kiss on his cheek. 

“I really liked this, Eli.” She said, nuzzling his cheek. “How about instead of paying here we can go to my car. Then I can take you home.”

“Oh. You don’t have to.” He declined politely. “I mean, it’s okay. I figure we gotta hide from the cops. We can separate and…”

“Eli.” Ivy sweetly, yet sternly, insisted. “I am not letting you walk around Gotham at night. Orders isn’t going to mind a little pitstop that’s on the way back to Superbabes.”

“Then, uh, sure. That’s more than fine.” He said, a little red in the face for more than a few reasons.

Together they walked with all of their stuff up the path to the crevice in the hedge. Eli peeked first out of the crevice, saw nothing, and brought his head back in.

To his surprise, he felt Ivy slipping her fingers into his, and when he turned to look at her, she had a far less seductive but still very sweet smile on her face. 

“You ready?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He smiled back, blushing. “Let’s hurry.

The battle concludes…

Poison Ivy grunted through her unconsciousness as Batman tightened the meta dampening cuffs on her wrists. 

After a thoroughly exhausting battle, Ivy and all of her mutated plant army had been taken down as quickly as he and Nightwing could manage, but this came at the cost of at least 35% of the exotic flora within this hall. 

Now, one might think, ‘Oh, it’s just 35% in this room. All of the plants in the other halls of the botanical garden are perfectly fine.’ 

True, it’s just that this room specifically held ALL of the exotic plants. Plants that could only be found in the deepest, wettest, uninhabited parts of the most dangerous jungles, mountain ranges, in the entire world. Which meant…

“Ugh, think the curators will be… agh, a little upset?” Nightwing joked as he pulled out a spine from a monstrous cactus that was embedded in his thigh. Multiple parts of his body armor had been damaged from their battle, either from clawing and biting or corroded by mutated pitcher plant acid.

“I’ll take care of it.” Batman grumbled as he propped Ivy’s unconscious body against an uncontaminated tree.

“‘You’ will?” Nightwing asked with a knowing tone. “Or are you going to ask your ‘billionaire’ friend?” 

Batman, aware of the double entendre on identities, gave him a less than subtle glare. “The ‘friend’ will.” 

“Heh heh heh heeeh…” Nightwing chuckled and shook his head. “Man, I feel bad for your ‘friend’. One villain, two days, and about, what, $30 million in renovations? Damaged, exotic flora included of course.”

“Approximately, but not going to be an issue.” Batman replied calmly, verbally shrugging off the estimated price.

“Man, guess there really is no downside to having rich ‘friends’.” Nightwing shrugged.

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure.” Batman hoisted Poison Ivy up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He turned around and limped heroically together with Nightwing towards the front entrance. “Afterall, that ‘friend’ can’t always be so reliable.” He said cryptically.

“How so?” Nightwing asked, a little bit curious. 

“He wasn’t the one to find the ‘Batgirl’ tape for you.”

“Wha?!” Nightwing gaped, completely thrown off, or should it be ‘winded’, by Batman’s verbal jab like a shot to the gut. All of his boyish charm was drained from his face, leaving him a hilariously nervous mess. “Well, yeah, but… eh… ugh…”

Batman said nothing as he left with Nightwing trailing behind him, unaware of the fatherly smile on the Dark Knight’s face. 

Time: 12:02 AM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)

Jessica walked back into Superbabes, a humored smile on her smudged, black lipstick lips as she stretched her arms high and cracked her neck from side to side. She reached into her boot and pulled out Eli’s wad of money, bringing it over to the counter where someone, presumably Orders, was reading a newspaper. 

Orders, I mean the reader, had opened the newspaper wide and raised it high, completely covering the reader’s entire body like a cartoon character comedically covering up some sort of imperfection or blemish that they had. Case in point…

“Had fun?” Orders asked, only slightly muffled by the paper in front of her.

Jessica chuckled, rerunning the events of the night in her head. “Yeah,” she smiled, struggling to hold her laughter. “Yeah I did. Hee hee hee! Eli on the other hand, might stick to ordering indoors from now on.”

“Indoors or outdoors…” The paper was quickly slapped down onto the counter, and just as quickly folded up and tossed aside. “As long as he pays his fair share, it doesn't matter to m—.”

“Woah!” Jessica exclaimed, taken aback by Orders’s look. Both nostrils were double plugged with rolled up tissue, with flecks of dried blood around both curves on the sides of her nose. “So is this you, uh… taking care of yourself?”

Orders glared at the green girl, not appreciating her sarcasm. “It started bleeding again, alright? Can’t be helped. Whatever.” She snarked, and went on with counting her money.

Jessica, to her credit, put her hands up in joking surrender and wordlessly strutted over to the locker rooms. The door was just about to shut behind her when she stopped and poked her head back outside.

“Hey Orders, have you ever thought about figuring out why you get the nosebleeds?” She asked. “Like, asking a doctor, or I guess in your case… a scientist?”

“Ugggh.” Orders groaned, rolling her eyes. “No. The thought has never occurred to me.”

“I’m just asking.” She jokingly surrendered again. “I mean, if it’s such a constant problem…”

“It’s a problem I’ve since grown tolerant of.” Orders cut her off, making her preference on the matter clear. “Look, I keep a generally low profile for a reason. I don’t need someone like those STAR Labs dweebs getting into my business.” She waved her hand up to her face, then around at the counter. “Physically or literally.” 

“Okay.” Jessica relented, taking on a rather serious tone. “It just feels like you’re the one getting in the way of finding yourself a treatment for something that really bothers you. But! What do I know?” Her tone immediately switched to something much more energetic. “I’ll be in the shower.”

Orders paused, mid counting. She set the money down and pulled out her desk chair, reclining in it and then let out a long sigh. “Haaaaah… dammit.” She mumbled.

Roughly two hours ago…

“Rrrright.” Ivy took the food and backed away towards the door with concern plain as day on her face. “I’ll see you later, Orders. T-Take care of yourself. Seriously.”

“Like I don’t already.” Orders snarked, finally finding and stuffing her face full of tissues. She watched Poison Ivy walk out with a dubious look on her face as the door shut behind her. “Huuuh.” Orders sighed as she reached over for another fistful of tissues, swapping them with the thoroughly used bunch like she was swiping an ancient, native idol, and dumping them in the small waste bin under the counter. 

And as that first pile of gross, soaking clumps of tissues plopped wetly at the bottom of the waste bin, Orders’s ‘Vision-Induced Nosebleed Routine’ had begun. A routine that’s sadly been implemented far more often than any normal person should have to do. 

Because, you know, it’s a LOT of blood. A lot to be losing just for the sake of accurate premonitions.

Anywho, Orders stood up and kicked away her stool, one hand stayed pressed against her face while the other gripped tightly on both the trash bin and tissue box, and went back into her office. She dropped the bin on the ground, the box on the desk, and swapped her tissues for a clean fistful before sitting back down into her chair.

Depending on how severe the bleeding was, Orders would oftentimes be dexterous enough to wait out the bleeding by working or doing crosswords with just a single hand, but for this bleed she decided against it. Work and crosswords required brain power and at the moment her head hurt too much to think. Or rather, think of anything else. 

For some reason bits and pieces of Eli’s delivery in the park kept flashing in her head. But the strangest thing was she wasn’t seeing Eli’s little hideaway, or him and Poison Ivy doing the deed for that matter. 

She could see trees blowing in the wind, a bunch of park rangers wandering around aimlessly, and the front of the botanical garden that was blown up yesterday. She thought she saw quick flashes of Poison Ivy walking alone with the park rangers, which meant she got caught and had to ‘pay’ off the rangers?

That couldn’t be right. There shouldn’t be any guards around the hideaway for them to get caught. Eli would know. He has a pretty decent ‘paranoia alarm’.

Whatever the case, rather than forcing herself to make sense of the unclear visions, she instead kept herself busy by relaxing and letting the imagery make sense on its own. She downed a pair of painkillers, leaned back into her chair, and let her eyes close. Not necessarily sleeping, just doing a kind of meditation.

Of course, if anyone were to spy on her they couldn’t really say she was sleeping, because her hands were still busy replacing and throwing away tissues. Continually dropping, pulling, pressing, and repeating. Over and over like a machine, from tissue box, to nose, to waste bin.

About two dozen fistfulls and roughly 76 bloody tissues later, the bleeding was starting to die down. Orders dabbed her current ball of tissues against her nostrils and was met with just a faint scratch of red, like she had used most of the paint on a paintbrush leaving only the half dried out scratches of color behind.

Satisfied with her healing, Orders tossed the last bundle of tissues away, which had unfortunately bounced off of the mountain of crumpled, blood stained tissues that she didn’t realize had been steadily growing. 

“Mmph.” Orders grunted as she gave the disgusting pile one of her patented death stares. She pulled out a container of baby wipes from her desk drawer, and used one to blot out the dried blood around her nostrils. 

She wrinkled her nose like she was carefully articulating a bruised limb, and took in a big whiff. With her nosebleed over, she could finally breathe and smell again. The scent of baby wipes was still fresh in her nose, but there was one other smell that forced its way through. 

Iron.

The pungent smell of iron wafted from the mountainous pile of grossness in her waste bin, spreading throughout her office and overtaking any pleasant smell that remained. She tossed the wipe into the basket, causing several more clumps of tissues to fall onto the ground.

“Huuuuh!” Orders groaned loudly. Hee work would have to wait just a bit longer.

She got up from her desk and walked over to her office’s closet, rummaging around until she found an extra trash bag. Uncaring and undisturbed by the dirty job, Orders got to work filling up the bag and picking up any of the leftovers on the floor. And, to put in a little more effort, she even wiped down the waste bin with a few wipes, cleaning away the dried blood from the most thoroughly used tissues.

With a full bag in hand, Orders trudged outside and over to the dumpster sat against the parking lot wall perpendicular to the restaurant. She walked on in silence, alone except for the crickets and her own thoughts.

Or so she thought.

“Orders.” Came a particularly distinctive, deep and brooding voice, who’s suddenness made her jump in the air.

“Gah!” She yelped. That voice, that voice that brought fear into the hearts of villains and criminals everywhere… brought bitter annoyance to her. “Mother! Ffffu-cking… mmph!” Orders clenched her fists, willing herself to calm down, and turned over to the shadowiest corner of the lot, where two bright white eyes stared at her from the darkness. “Are. You. SERIOUS?! I told you to knock.”

The figure stepped forward into the light, revealing the tall, foreboding, shadowy force of nature that was… Batman! “Should I have waited for you to finish throwing out your trash and go back inside?” He seemed to joke.

Orders’s scrutinizing eyes squinted, genuinely trying to determine if he was in fact joking. “… maybe. What do you want?”

“Poison Ivy.” He said. 

Orders’s eyes shot open. “Huh?” Immediately her thoughts went to Jessica and the park rangers. Had she’d been fucking for so long that it was actually starting to piss Batman off?

“Her attack on the Robinson Park Botanical Garden has put Commissioner Gordon on high alert.” Batman explained. “With her abilities she can change a garden’s worth of exotic plants into an army deadly enough to wage war on the city. Last night she managed to escape, but she’s planning something. I need to know what. And where she’ll be.”

“Oh. That’s what this is about?” All of the worry and tension deflated from Order’s body. Of course, Batman was talking about the REAL Poison Ivy. The reason why she kept seeing more to her vision was making sense. “She’s went back to the garden.”

“‘Back to the garden?’” Batman asked, widening one of his pure white eyes to show he had raised a curious brow.

“Look. Last night, Vicki Vale went on about how only the plants in the rooms closest to the entrance were ‘mutated into monstrous abominations’, right? So I’m gonna take a wild guess and say there’s still something just a bit fancier than a ficus that she can turn into a plant soldier… thing. Whatever.” 

“And what is she planning to mutate?” Batman asked.

“Hell, I don’t know. Go check the website. Pick up a pamphlet.” Orders said sourly, dropping the trash bag at her feet and crossing her arms. “Look, I happened to figure this out as an extension of another vision. I’ve already bled enough for one hour already.” 

“Another vision?” Batman’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Is one of your ‘girls’ currently in Robinson Park?”

“All parties involved are not at risk of any danger. ANY danger.” Orders met Batman’s glare with her own. She didn’t necessarily answer his question, but in the end she told him the only detail he needed to concern himself with.

“Hmph.” Batman mused, seemingly dropping all suspicion. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Orders inwardly sighed in relief. “Good. Well if we’re all done here, go ahead and stop the crazy eco terrorist.” She lazily waved her hand, effectively ‘shooing’ Batman away, and spun around to walk back to her door. 

“You know I’m in contact with many medical and scientific professionals, Orders.” Batman’s words stopped Orders in her tracks. “Both at STAR Labs and at Wayne Tech. They can look into why your powers are causing your bleedings.”

Orders said nothing for a long couple of seconds. To say that her nosebleeds and headsplitting headaches were the most annoying drawbacks is a fecking understatement. If there was an opportunity for Orders to dampen or even eliminate it… 

“Look, no offense, but it’s bad enough that you know I’m operating in Gotham.” Orders didn’t turn around, instead speaking with her back still to Batman. “The last thing I need is any of your science cronies knowing about something I don’t want them to know about. So I’m gonna have to pass.”

“Hmph. If that’s how you feel.” Batman relented, and dropped his offer. “But trust me when I tell you that it can be dangerous to work with powers you can’t completely understand. And more often than not, the person who stands in your way the most, is you.”

Orders clenched her fingers tight, popping a knuckle. “Yeah. Yeah I bet that’s what you—Think fast!” Orders quickly spun around, using her momentum to hurl her open bag of bloody tissues at the Dark Knight, hoping to catch him by surprise in a cascade of disgusting refuse… except, he was already gone.

The bag sailed undeterred in the air and smacked right into the dumpster. Oh, to clarify, not INSIDE of the dumpster, but into the dumpster’s frame. It bounced off of the side and spilled all over the damp pavement.

“Wait, WHAT!?” Orders fumed at the mess she caused, groaning in disbelief as she could already feel the return of her migraine from earlier. 

Orders stared down at her bloody trash. She looked around the shadowy corners of the parking lot, then spun fully around in the vain hope that she would catch Batman so she could land one last verbal jab. But he was gone, and she was all alone.

“Mmph.” Orders grunted, and went to work painstakingly picking up each bloody piece of tissue. “Ass.” She muttered as she tossed tissue after tissue into the trash bag, snorting out her frustrations. 

Which is probably something you shouldn’t do after finally clotting a massive nose bleed.

“Uh.” Already Orders could feel the sensation of her previously cleared nostrils being filled with the viscous liquid. While not as profuse as the initial bleeding, it was still enough to trail slowly down onto her lips. 

She raised a hand to touch at her mouth, and pulled back to see the familiar smearing of red.

“God dammit.”

End.


Hey everyone. I just wanted to start this off by saying sorry that it took this long again for this chapter. Among the general reasons of work and such, I also had to move again. So there was a lot of time where I had to take long hours finding a new residence while having to deal with work and having a deadline. 

But it's ALL good. Everything is done. And to cut me a little slack, his chapter is 40 pages on a word doc and it had an absurd amount of side elements and scenes. I shudder to think what the word count for this is going to be lol. But besides that I'm going to try leaning towards less complex chapters like this one. 

And for your sneak peak, next chapter is going to be with Cheetah. My setup chapter I can assure you is not going to be as complicated as the Poison Ivy one.

Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoyed your read. :D 
