Batgirl's Awaening

*This story is the third of the Arkham series. Each part functions as a stand-alone with its own plot-line and they do not need to be read together (although please feel free to do so). This part takes place shortly after A Matter of Family (before Arkham Asylum), using the same characters and plot-line as the series, up until the start of the story obviously. I tried to keep the characters' physical aspects and personalities as close to their video game versions as possible. Please note that this is purely a work of fantasy/parody. All characters and settings are property of DC Comics.*

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Barbara landed softly on the metal rooftop, her body trained to be as silent as possible. Crouching, she moved towards a skylight of the abandoned laboratory, and slowly peered over the edge of the window. She saw just who she was looking for, but, hoping for a more covert entrance, she sought out a different window. Barbara looked down into a hallway and didn't see anybody, but activated her Detective Vision and scanned the hall just in case. Having confirmed the area to be void of any unexpected visitors, she noiselessly lifted open the window and dropped down to the tile floor.

Barbara's heart raced as she crept down the corridor. It was her first big solo job that Bruce had assigned her. Barbara's performance in taking down Joker and Harley alongside Robin had levied her favor, so when Poison Ivy popped up on Batman's radar again, Barbara pleaded to be given the case, which she was rewarded with.

Barbara was slightly annoyed by how long she had been restrained as a sidekick to Tim or Bruce, so she was determined to prove herself worthy of the trust she had now gained. As silently as she possibly could, Barbara turned a corner and, feeling her way along the wall, made her way to the threshold of her intended room.

She re-activated her Detective Vision and looked through the wall. The blue skeletal figure was busy at work on a counter. Barbara looked around the room, noting various chest-high countertops that could work as cover for a silent approach. What Barbara failed to notice, however, was the thick vine on the ceiling of the room.

Believing the room to be clear, Barbara snuck through the doorway and crouched behind one of the counters. She crept along, hidden by the counter, moving herself closer to the other body in the room. When her cover came to an end, Barbara silently rolled over to another counter, now only 15 feet from the target.

Barbara began to hear quiet mumblings, which she couldn't quite discern. Looking through the counter with her Detective Vision, she saw the person bend down further over the counter, and Barbara decided that her moment had come.

She sprang out from the counter and whisked a Batarang from her belt in a near seamless motion. Just as she was moving her arm forward to release it, she felt a heavy presence grab on to her wrist. Barbara immediately recognized it as a vine, and cursed herself for being so stupid as to not check the room for vines.

Thinking quickly, she dropped the Batarang and caught it in her other hand, and sliced through the vine seamlessly, freeing her from its grasp. Barbara stumbled, her back now turned to where the figure was. Caught off guard, Barbara was unprepared for the blow that struck her in the back of the head.

Spinning around, Batgirl blindly threw a strike that caught her assailant in the stomach, before following that up with a kick to the knee, buckling her opponent to the ground. Before Barbara could inflict any more pain, a vine wrapped itself around her left foot and yanked Barbara off her feet, giving her head quite the bruise when it collided with the ground. Barbara, now very dazed, was pulled by the vine across the tile floor of the lab before feeling another grasp her by the neck, and three more grab her remaining unrestrained limbs. Barbara was now held suspended, spread-eagle, in the air by the vines, unable to escape. She cursed herself again for not checking for plants.

Poison Ivy walked towards her captured prey and stood just before her. Barbara's tall 5'11" frame allowed her to still look down on Poison Ivy, a feeling Ivy was unused to from another woman, being 5'8" herself. "Well, well, well. I'm disappointed. Seems like the big, bad Bat didn't think I was worthy of his full attention, so he sent out one of his little pets. I have to admit, you've got a powerful strike for a girl," Ivy said.

"Trust me, you haven't felt the last of my wrath yet," Barbara commented.

Ivy sighed. "So I suppose you're here to stop my evil plans. How predictable. You petty humans can't accept that Mother Nature will win out no matter how hard you push against her. It's really a shame that I will have to kill you now; it would have been fun seeing you slowly die with the rest of your foul race, all eradicated by my masterful ingenuity!" Ivy continued.

Sensing an opportunity to prey on the typical narcissism of super-villains, Barbara cut in, "Oh, I'm sure your plans were so great! And that's why Batman didn't deem you enough of a threat to even make an appearance on his own! You're just a second-rate villain trying who's trying to play themselves up!"

"Silence, you foul-mouthed bitch! My plan is more magnificent than any of the Clown freak's silly little jokes, or the midget's gadgets, or that weird crocodile's brute strength! When my toxin is deployed at the gala in a few days, I will control all of Gotham's most powerful figures. From there, I will build large-scale distribution centers without any restrictions, and the entire city and eventually world will be transformed into the glorious plants of Mother Nature!" Ivy retorted in a over-dramatic and grandiose tone.

Batgirl had gotten what she had needed. She was more than a little disappointed at how cookie-cutter Ivy's plan was, but that made it all the easier to stop. Ivy spun around and moved to her desk, planting her hands down, "You and all of your other Bat-pests won't bother me anymore, and the world can return to the way it should be!"

Batgirl took this as her opportunity while Ivy wasn't looking. She had discreetly activated a blade in her arm while Ivy was droning on, and now jerked her arm forward, slicing the vine holding her left wrist. Within moments, Barbara had completely freed herself. Ivy collapsed down on the desk, feeling the pain of her babies, allowing Batgirl to lunge at her from behind.

Barbara swept Ivy down to the ground from behind and kneed her in the chest, knocking the wind out of Ivy. Barbara grabbed her shoulders and lifted her back up onto her feet. With Ivy now leaning back against the desk, Batgirl cocked her head back and started to thrust forward in a head-butt motion, but Ivy, physically outmatched, had one last trick up her sleeve.

Just before Barbara swung her armored head towards her own, Ivy lurched forward and planted her full, bright red lips on Barbara's. Barbara immediately stopped, letting go of Ivy and stumbling backwards. She didn't feel anything immediately, but began to feel a force inside her brain compelling her to relent. Bruce had injected her with an antidote to the sample of Ivy's toxin he had, but Barbara realized Ivy must have made a more powerful variant.

Pooling all of the will that she had in her, Barbara yelled out and came at Ivy again. The villainess saw the attack coming and dodged. Barbara's attack whiffed and she smashed her fist against the metal counter in the follow-through. She cried out in pain and leaned back against the counter, momentarily out of action.

The break in Batgirl's attacks allowed Ivy enough time to bring in more vines, and Barbara immediately found herself returned to the starfish position, this time with vines twice as thick and clogging her blade to prevent an easy escape.

"Seems like the little bitch has some fight in her. You know, I really like that. Now, let's pop off that mask and see who is hiding underneath."

Barbara's heart froze. She knew Ivy wouldn't recognize her, but perhaps she would be photographed or Ivy would show her in her captured state to the press. Her secret identity was the most valuable thing Barbara had, and she needed to protect it at all costs, but was now left powerless to do so.

Ivy strolled up to Barbara, and, despite Barbara's best efforts to fight the toxin and strain her head away, Ivy got the cowl of Batgirl's suit to disconnect. She removed it and looked at the sight underneath. Ivy found herself quite taken aback. The woman, or rather girl, based on her youthful and nubile appearance, was stunningly beautiful, with wavy shoulder-length, orange-red hair and an angelic face. Her skin had a nearly flawless complexion, her cheeks were rosy, and her blue eyes shone like sapphires. Even without any makeup, Barbara looked like a supermodel.

"Wow. Definitely not what I expected under that mask," Ivy quietly remarked to herself. "Now, I can't have you trying any more tricks or using gadgets on me, so I'm getting you out of the suit." Ivy continued in a louder tone. "Plus, I just have to see the body that matches that face," Ivy thought to herself.

Barbara, still fighting against Ivy's toxin, was utterly helpless against the vines, and now her only salvation, her suit, was being taken away. Slowly, Barbara was stripped of her Batgirl suit by Ivy, who methodically stripped off every piece. Barbara was left hanging only in what she wore underneath: a thin, mostly see-through white tank top, small black sweat shorts, a blue cotton bra (strapless, to increase Barbara's mobility), and matching panties. She felt powerless against the crazed woman. Barbara was still struggling against the vines, but was not able to move her body an inch, leaving her the complete victim of Ivy's desires.

Barbara was caught completely by surprise when Ivy gripped the fabric of the flimsy tank-top and yanked it straight off Barbara's frame, causing her to yelp from the stress against her skin and the suddenness of Ivy's action. Ivy moved her hands back up to Barbara's chest. The captive heroine struggled as much as she could, but Ivy had her completely trapped. The villainess slowly unclasped Barbara's bra, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her fully topless.

Ivy stood back and simply admired the view. Barbara's 34C tits hung freely now, and they nearly defied gravity with how perky and full they were. Even though they weren't that big, they certainly made up for it in their perfect shape and firmness. In the middle, round tan areolas lined with goosebumps encircled small pink nipples. "Wow! That is the best pair of boobs I've ever seen!" Ivy thought to herself. Barbara's heart was racing in her chest, anticipating what was coming next.

Barbara was only 22 and had just graduated from Gotham University. Being very studious and conservative thanks to her upbringing, Barbara had never experimented sexually before, and stayed away from parties and general distractions in college, meaning that she was still a virgin. Barbara had never had anyone besides herself even see her naked before, so the fact that a stranger was now seeing her like this made her feel ashamed. It was only compounded by the fact that it was with a woman, since Barbara had never even thought about being with another female.

Ivy slowly leaned forward to Barbara's chest, and took her very sensitive nipple into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue and lightly nibbling on it. Barbara fought, albeit somewhat faintly, against Ivy's poison and the mounting pleasure it was inducing from her. The hypnotic toxin, however, finally won the battle against Batgirl, and Barbara completely gave into Ivy.

Barbara began loudly moaning as Ivy sucked on one of her nipples, fondling the other with a free hand. Ivy continually switched which of Barbara's beautiful tits she was working on to keep both as erect as possible. When Barbara's nipples were completely hardened and covered in Ivy's saliva, she withdrew herself from Barbara's boobs, and raised herself to meet the heroine face-to-face.

Ivy tilted her head slightly and drew in, planting her full red lips on Barbara's, allowing Barbara to taste another woman for the first time. Ivy pressed against the girl's lips in a passionate kiss, before opening her mouth. Barbara, slave to the toxin, echoed Ivy, and the two engaged in a French kiss that brought a damp spot to Barbara's panties, shocking herself. Their tongues intertwined with each other, and both females probed the other's mouths and throats. The intoxicating scent of Ivy rushed to Barbara's head, and she couldn't feel anything other than Ivy's soft lips on her own, their tongues pressed together. The women remained interlocked in the kiss for nearly 5 minutes, both content to simply bask in the sensations and enjoy each other.

When Ivy finally pulled away, Barbara realized the damp spot on her panties had now considerably grown, as juices were actively leaking down her legs past the bottom of her shorts. Barbara was still in a state of somewhat disbelief, not only because it was her first sexual experience with a partner, but also from how wet she had become from the kiss of a female.

The sight of Barbara's juices was not missed by Ivy, who noticed how the moonlight coming through the window glistened on the beads of nectar as they slid down her beautiful, taut thighs. Ivy brought a finger down and ran it along the inside of Barbara's leg, collecting the juice, before moving her finger to her mouth and seductively licking it clean. Barbara felt her pussy leak even more from Ivy's action. A smile flickered in the corners of Ivy's mouth, as she recognized how turned on the heroine-turned sex slave had become.

"Wow, you're like a leaky faucet right now!" Ivy enthusiastically remarked. "And my god, you taste incredible! Let's get those panties off." Ivy grabbed the waistband of the sweat shorts and ripped them off Barbara's hips just as she had done with her tank top, shocking Barbara with her strength. When Ivy knelt down to Barbara's hips to remove her panties, Ivy was met with a somewhat surprising sight.

Peeking out all sides of Barbara's now soaked panties was a large swath of hair. Ivy ripped Barbara's panties off to get a better look, and was met with a big flame-red bush. Barbara's pubic hair stood proudly in a large triangle concealing her pussy, confirming to anybody that she was a true red head.

"Wow! Now that is a pretty bush! Glad to see that you're a natural," Ivy complimented Barbara. "I bet what it's hiding is even prettier." Ivy bent down a little further and took a long stare at Barbara's delicious pussy. Ivy felt her mouth water at the very sight of it, and knew she needed to taste it. Parting the folds with her fingers, Ivy took one last look at Barbara's inner pink before she dove in.

Ivy first slowly licked the entire length of Barbara's slit, from below her pussy to her clit. Barbara shuddered from the sudden attention and the new experience of a tongue on her vagina. Ivy began lightly lapping at Barbara's clit, causing a deep moan to escape her mouth. Ivy saw how positively Barbara reacted and started focusing her attention on the clit. With Barbara's red bush tickling her face, Ivy voraciously flicked her tongue back and forth over her clit, increasing Barbara's pleasure.

Barbara was in more pleasure than she had ever felt before. Having only pleasured herself with fingers, Ivy's tongue seemed like magic. Her pussy was absolutely on fire, and Barbara could feel something brewing inside of her that she had never felt before.

"Oh my god, that feels amazing! Keep licking my clit! You're gonna make me cum!" Barbara encouraged. She was overtaken by the pleasure that Ivy was giving her. Barbara still felt a twinge of guilt and reluctance in the deep recesses of her mind, buried behind Ivy's toxin and charm. But that part of Barbara's conscious was being utterly silenced by her immediate need for a climax.

Ivy clamped down with her lips and sucked her cheeks in while continuing to work on Barbara's nub with her tongue. The direct stimulation of her clit had Barbara gasping and moaning, nearing her climax. Ivy relentlessly continued her oral attack of Barbara'a clit, right until she knew that Barbara was about to cum. Ivy briefly contemplated teasing her, but decided that she wanted to see the captured and spell-bound Batgirl cum as soon as Ivy could make her.

Ivy moved her hands behind Barbara and positioned them on her butt, noting how round and firm her ass was as she did so. She pressed forward, causing Barbara's body to move against her face, and upped her pace. Barbara began meeting Ivy's increase in speed by grinding her pelvis down onto her tongue, moving her hips in rhythm with Ivy's sweet licks. Barbara was acting subconsciously, the aching for pleasure completely overriding any other thoughts, pushing her towards release.

"Oh, God, yes! Keep going! Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Barbara screamed out, before the orgasm finally arrived. When it did, it hit Barbara like a tidal wave. She knew immediately it was the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Barbara had cum pretty hard from masturbation sessions over the years, but nothing even came close to what she felt during the climax Ivy extracted form her.

Barbara's entire body spasmed and shook all over, causing her long red hair to be flung over her face and chest, while her eyes rolled back in her head. Barbara felt light-headed and unaware of her surroundings as she almost passed out from the sheer sensory overload. Her knees had turned to rubber, and in hindsight Barbara was relieved that she was held in place by Ivy's vines or she would have dropped to the ground.

Barbara was so caught up in the ecstasy of her orgasm that she barely noticed that she had squirted. A huge rush of juices gushed out of Barbara's cunt and flooded directly onto Ivy's face. Ivy greedily tried to catch as much of the sweet nectar as she could in her mouth so she could savor Barbara's taste even more, but the sheer volume of squirt meant most of it ended up on her face, drenching her. When Barbara finally finished riding out the aftershocks, Ivy stood back up to face Batgirl and smiled. Barbara noted how well she had covered Ivy's face, especially her luscious lips, and was surprised at how much she enjoyed the lesbian encounter, which would have previously been unthinkable.

"I want you to taste some of this. It's so sweet and amazing!" Ivy said as she leaned in and kissed Barbara, who was caught slightly off-guard. Barbara tasted herself off of Ivy's lips and tongue for the first time, and found herself agreeing with Ivy. Barbara loved the sweetness of it, and found herself dying to taste more. When Ivy finally pulled away from the embrace, she noticed how Barbara's lips were now also glistening with her own nectar.

Ivy stepped back from the tied-up female, and for the first time, Barbara really noticed how pretty she was. Ivy had long and flowing red locks that came down to the middle of her back, very similar to Barbara'a own hair, except Ivy's was more red and less orange. Her skin shone with a faint green luminescence, making it seem as if Ivy was almost glowing. She had long, slender legs and a beautiful and sultry face led by Ivy's full, bright red lips and contrasting bright green eyes.

Covering her top was a maroon dress shirt, which Barbara noted was at least 3 or 4 sizes too small. This was an intentional move by Ivy to manipulate the basic human carnal instincts, which she found exceedingly easy to do. Ivy left only the button directly over her chest done up to ease the stress on the fabric and further accentuate her curves, but the shirt was clearly heavily straining to keep Ivy's big, 32DD breasts covered. The only other article Ivy was wearing was a thin pair of panties, which Barbara thought to be made of leaves.