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 it’s me love. I am the one who has finally trapped the Bat."
He looked up at her. It’s 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.
"You’re 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.
Ivy steps away from him. Making eye contact, she feels a shudder run up her spine. This demon that has pursued her, frightened her, for so many years was hers. And she wanted him now; not to destroy, but to love.
Maintaining eye contact with him, she slowly wiggles out of her costume. Standing there, her green boots the only article of clothing on her, gives her captive a rise that is evident. Her tits are full and round, with large areolas and pert nipples. They are less pink, more red...almost as red as her raven hair. He belly is flat, obviously in the shape that indicates her profession. Her pussy is covered by a thick mound of red hair.
The Bat finds himself staring intently at it. She followed his gaze with her had, running her fingers through it. "I like to let it grow as naturally as I can."
She leaned into him again, her breasts pressed against his kevlar-woven uniform.
"This will never do" she says. She turns away, her perfect, heart shaped ass leaving him and his longing.
She returns to him, tits bobbing as she walks, carrying a long dagger. She reaches for the collar of his dark grey costume. The knife tears at the cloth, splitting his shirt down the middle, as it splits the black bat symbol in half. Ivy drops the knife and kisses him again, this time the searing heat of her buds penetrating him.
She pulls away from his lips and kisses down his neck. She stops at his nipples, the Bat exhales loudly as she rolls them with her warm, wet tongue.
Her kiss continues, down to his crotch. She rolls the waist of his pants down, exposing a huge, ready cock. It is massive and standing straight, its purple head begging to be taken into a deep, wet place.
She slowly takes him into her mouth, thinking to herself "I am going to suck him dry. I am going to fuck him and then I am going to kill him."