Hello everyone.
First off I would like to apologies for this chapter to the story being late. I suffered a sprained elbow in late June and had to rest it for a couple of weeks. Then, my spell of bad luck continued when I contracted a virus that's been making the rounds here in the UK.
I did get people's messages and feedback and I'm sorry for not replying. Now that I have finished this chapter this leaves me with a good news and bad news situation.
The good news is after taking into account people's feedback on this story, I rewrote some of this chapter, not only correcting mistakes, but also allowing me to extend the story to an additional chapter. Yes, this won't be the final chapter yet.
The bad news is I'm going to take the rest of August off for the summer holiday to recharge my batteries, and I won't be starting the true final chapter until mid September. However, this will give me the chance to do some needed research to make the final chapter as best as I can make it.
Thanks again everyone, sorry for the delay again, and without further a due, here is the next chapter of Elicitation of his intimate seed.
Enjoy.
This story is based on the Batman and Superman animated series universes. This is a fun little fan fiction that is not to be taken seriously. Hope you all enjoy it.
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On one of the many smaller roads coming out of Gotham City many miles away, stood a common, cheap motel. The structure has seen better days. The walls were damp in places, drained of it once bright orange colours. The odd mouse and cockroach could be spotted scuttling from place to place. Some of the lights in the building did not work, or some that did flickered. And hidden in the back of the room where the motel's reception was located laid the sleazy, fat, middle aged owner. His stubble face was blue, eyes lifeless, laying dead on the floor.
Down the corridor, in one of the rooms at the end of it, you could hear the sound of a woman crying her eyes out in despair.
Inside the room, sat at the end of the bed was Poison Ivy. Sobbing with her head in her hands as her closest friend, Harley Quinn tried to comfort her.
"Gee, come on red. There was nothing ya coulda done for them."
It did little to comfort Ivy, as she continued crying.
"Listen red, you can get over this. We'll find another way to take out the bat." Harley continued.
Ivy's tearful crying halted. Her head slowly raised from her hands as her sadness turned into a fiery rage.
"Get over it? Get over it?! I'm sick and tired of man destroying everything I hold dear to me and expected to get over it!" Screamed Ivy furiously.
"Red please, calm down for a minute!" Advised Harley.
"Let me remind you Harl that you are also responsible for the fire with that stupid grenade. What were you thinking?!" Ivy responded.
"That ain't my fault red! You gotta believe me! It was all bat brains fault. I woulda got'em if he hadn't knocked it out of my hand. He was gunna get ya, I had to do something!" Defended Harley.
"As usual you didn't think before you act. Now everything I worked so hard on has gone up in flames!" Ivy scolded.
Harley sheepishly replied, "Look red, you're a smart gal, I'm sure you can easily grow another giant mommy plant to make more."
Ivy growled, "No! It's not that simple! It took me years to make a plant creature like that. I've used special chemical that can no longer be obtained to create a plant that can be inseminated by human sperm. Now both of them have been destroyed!"
Squirming from Ivy's verbal assault, Harley pauses. "Wadda ya mean both of them?!" She asked.
Ivy explained. "I managed to create two of them from my experiment. Once Gotham was mine I would have grown the other and pumped Batman dry of his seed for an even bigger, stronger army. But it doesn't matter anymore."
"Tell me red." Harley enquired. "What did it look like?"
"Like a very small version of the first one. About the size of a chit zu. Why are you asking me this?" Ivy replied.
A light bulb went off in Harley's head. From the side of their motel bed, Harley pulled up a large metal case. A biohazard symbol was displayed on both sides. Opening the container, she pulled out a large glass container, to which stored a heart shaped plant creature submerged in a transparent liquid.
The creature was dormant like Ivy's plant children. A circular mouth in the centre displayed a set of sharp pointy teeth, four small tentacles protruded from its body, covered in red warts.
Gasping, Ivy's eyes widened as her sadness turned into disbelieve. She looked closer at it to confirm it was indeed the other one she created.
"But, how? I thought you emptied everything from the car like I asked you to? You told me you did!" Puzzled Ivy.
"Well red, I unload most of the stuff while you were out bagging bird boy. But, I grew really hungry. So I forgot to unload the other metal case like you asked and went out for a takeaway." I had to drive to the other side of town to find that Chinese restaurant I really like. I sorry for lying red, please..."
Before Harley could finish her speech, an extremely relieved Ivy hugged her tightly.
"You silly idiot, I don't know if I should kill you, or kiss you!" Thrilled Ivy.
"Is that a trick question?" Replied a confused Harley.
"Nether mind, now I have my baby, all hope is not lost to complete my plan!" Ivy continued joyfully.
Pulling out a road map, Ivy found their current location before explaining, "If we follow this road Harl, it will take us to the main highway, and directly to our next destination."
Harley looked at the map. "That route would take us to Metropolis. Why are we heading there red?" She questioned.
"Isn't it obvious? We're going after something bigger, tougher, and with enough power to make me queen of this planet." Ivy replied.
"You don't mean!?..." asked Harley anxiously.
"Indeed." Confirmed Ivy. "I'm tired with playing with boys, this time; I'm going after a real man!" Finishing with a villainous smile.
Meanwhile, back at Gotham City. The home of Billionaire playboy, Bruce Wayne stood as always on the outskirts of the city. For those that are unaware, the extravagant manor also holds a big secret. Deep below its foundations, a natural series of caves went down into a large, dim opening underground. Around this area housed many high tech gadgets, large ornaments decorated across the room, each one a memory of a victory. Costumes, both new and old were preserved in glass cabinets.
And newest of all, a bed was set up. Around it was various medical equipment, a heart monitor, oxygen tanks, drip bags, and in the centre of all this was the comatose body of Robin. Oxygen feed to him through a mask, fluids entered his body through a cannula. His heart monitor beeped regularly, showing a weak but ongoing heartbeat.
Nearby was the bat computer, to which a make shift lab was set up next to it. The purple lipstick of Poison Ivy was opened, and a small section was carefully cut off for analysis.
