The Bat hung from the wall...his head groggy, filled with cobwebs. He attempted to fight through the nausea to do a self assessment. He felt the pain in his shoulders. He was being hung against a wall by his wrists. The familiar weight of his cape and belt were gone.
He tried to look up, confirming his suspicion that he was bound, but the light in the damp room was dim, preventing him from seeing that his gauntlets were gone and his bare wrists were being held by wire. He ordered his legs to kick forward, to try to free himself, but his muscles would not obey him.
His head rolled forward and he noticed, on a table, his yellow utility belt and the dark folds of his cloak. His two most important tools were just out of reach. A wave of panic washes over him. Few things can make the Dark Knight panic; losing his secret is first and foremost. For the first time, he feels relief. The cowl is still in place. The integrity of the Bat, his most important weapon, remains.
Batman's cowl is an impressive tool. Featuring among other things, a built in radio set.
"Oracle," he whispered, activating a call to his eyes and ears. No answer. "Transmit location." A built in GPS will relay his location to her. "Eventually one of them will come," he thought. Until that point though, he was on his own.
"Oracle" he said one more time.
"Praying, are we?" He recognized the voice immediately.
"Ivy."
"Yes itβs me love. I am the one who has finally trapped the Bat."
He looked up at her. Itβs not hard to notice Poison Ivy. Her long, flowing red hair, the green of her costume barely concealing ample breasts and a round ass hide the fact that, despite her demure appearance, she is dangerous.
"Batman, I am going to kill you. I want nothing more than to destroy you. You are the personified male, an animal. I am woman personified. I am Mother Earth. To destroy you would be a victory."
She turned around giving him a view of her back. "But, I am still a woman."
She pulled up close to him, her smell was arousing, despite his best efforts to resist.
Her lips pursed and move to his. He jerked his head to the side, a last act of defiance.
"Youβre not in the mood, eh? I can get you in the mood." She lay her palm flat, blowing gently, allowing a little dust to spray into Batman's face.
His eyes rolled back, squeezed shut, then opened again.
Ivy was before him again and leaned in for a kiss. It was warm, passionate and quick. Two people who wanted to destroy the other, but at the same time, wanted to become one.