This story is based on the Batman animated series universe. This is a fun little fan fiction that is not to be taken seriously. Hope you all enjoy it.
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The blackness of night covered the famed, Gotham City. Down at the southern section of the crime ridden city was its dockyard, consumed by a thick blanket of mist and fog. That did not hinder some of the patrons of the city to make their way to a rundown old tavern opposite pier ten called 'The Happy Haddock'.
The wooden structure, partly rotten from the sea air, and chipped away by termites was somehow still standing despite seeing better days. Large round sections of wood were nailed to the top of empty barrels, then covered by a large cloth to create tables for the establishment, surrounded with four to five chairs each. This was a place where Gotham's vagabonds, never-do-wells, and scum love to hang out, and drink their weight in liquor.
Over on a large table at the corner of the bar were some of Gotham's most infamous female villains, gathered together to stay under the radar of the law. Around the table playing cards were evenly distributed as a game of poker was about to commence between the four femme fatales.
"So, who do ya think he is Red Paw?"
"Red Claw! You blond bimbo!"
"Geez, sorry for getting ya name wrong, it's not like you're as famous as me and red!"
"Simmer down you two, we don't want to cause a scene, and attract some unwanted attention to us."
"I agree, last thing I want is anyone working for Rupert Thorne to inform him I'm still in the city."
"Ok, ok! Still Claw, you didn't answer my question."
"I do not have a clue. I did however almost saw his face during our confrontation in a jet plane over Blairquhan Castle."
"I almost got to unmask his sidekick, Robin when Bane used him as bait for Batman. He stopped me before I could though."
"Say Candice, you've been close to Bane, right? What's he like in the downstairs department? Does his special juice make that part bigger also?"
"God Harl! it's been nothing but the subject of Batman's identity, and sex from you tonight."
The conversation between the women broke when another figure entered the fray. "Got room for one more ladies?" Asked a chirpy, female voice. From the table, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Candice and Red Claw looked up to see it was Roxy Rocket. The first to respond was Harley, "take a hike toots, this is a private..." Roxy interrupted Harley's sentence by tripping her chair with her foot, causing Harley's chin to smack the table.
Before she could retaliate against Roxy, Ivy calmed her angry friend down. "Harl darling, I said not to cause a scene. Just grab another chair." Fuming, Harley reluctantly agreed and got up from the floor before acquiring another chair.
"So, what is Gotham's most fearless daredevil doing in a place like this?" Enquired Ivy. "Hiding out from the boys in blue, as well as keeping out of reach from our resident Batman." Roxy replied.
The other women acknowledged that statement by admitting they are in the same situation also. Pulling up her chair, Harley added, "geez, Batman is such a buzzkill for us all. I can't believe none of us nabbed him and have our wicked way with him before offing him."
"Speak for yourself." Jumped in Candice. "I was this close to nailing the bat, in more ways than one."
"Fool!" Barked Claw. "I was a lot closer to having him under my heel as my plaything."
"Don't talk such nonsense!" Responded Ivy. "I'm the one who came close to bringing a climactic finish to him in both sex, and his life!"
As the girls continued their heated debate with each other, Roxy finally put a stop to it with a loud whistle. "Whoa ladies, chill out. By the looks of things there are several 'almost got'em' tales. Why don't we share our stories while I deal each of us a new hand."?
Dishing out the playing cards, Roxy looked to her right at Ivy, "why don't our green gal kick us off." "All right then." Ivy purred before going into her illicit tale.
In the northern section of Gotham city, was an abandoned warehouse that was used to receive, store, and dispatch gardening equipment, and supplies. A viable location for a criminal who was fixated with plants in Batman's mind as he cautiously moved across the roof of the warehouse. Approaching the sky light, he carefully pulled it open without making too much noise. Dropping down to the floor of the warehouse, the dark knight, poised and ready, carefully examined his darkened surroundings. Pulling out a torch from his utility belt, he cautiously began his search for the vixen of vines.
Looking around, Batman saw pallets of stacked sacks of compost scattered around him on the floor. Boxed lawn mowers, hedge trimmers and other gardening tools were displayed on the shelfs of nearby racking. At first, the area looked normally undisturbed, yet on closer inspection to one of the pallets of compost, the sacks storing them were unnaturally cleaner. Not so much dust had built onto the sacks, almost like they were handled recently.
His right arm jolted back, tightly snatched by something, pulling him unexpectedly off balance causing him to drop his torch. Straining, the dark knight tried to rip off what he now noticed was a vine coiled tightly around his wrist. From the sacks of composts that surrounded him, more vines burst forth from within, gradually overwhelming Batman as his movement became more restricted until he was on his knees, nearly mummified.
A flick of a switch restored power to the building's lights which washed away a lot of the darkness. A womanly figure stepped forward into the light with a malevolent chuckle.
"Long time, no see Batman." Said a sultry voice. The dark knight looked up to see the women he'd been pursuing for the last few days, Poison Ivy. "Ivy." Snarled Batman in his deep, dark voice.
"My, my darling. I'd thought you would be a lot more pleased to see me." Cooed Ivy, pretending her feelings were hurt. "I'm in no mood for games Ivy! Release me now, or your plants pay the price!" He threatened.
With a clasp of Ivy's fist, the vines tighten their grip on the dark knight, causing him to strain in pain. "I'll crush you to death before you could harm a leaf on my beautiful babies!" She growled. Taking a deep breath and reclaiming her calmness, Ivy stepped forward. She held a beautiful, potted red rose plant lovely in her right hand like a pet cat, while wearing an extravagant, white silk robe, artistically embroidered with flowers.
"It was only a matter of time before you caught up to me Batman. So, I decided to take a stand, and set a trap, in one of the very places mankind would provide the materials to play god with mother nature." Ivy explained. "They plant the seeds, nurture the plants until they bloom, then when they want to adjust or dispose what they created, they cut it away using these barbaric machines!"