Let's Be Batman

Tommy was running across the rooftops, his breathing ragged and heavy. Occasionally, he'd either grapple to the top of a higher building or glide to the top of a lower building but much of it was running.

He had learned how to properly traverse the rooftops of Gotham by now, knowing which set of buildings had the clearest rooftops and which were maddeningly broken up by air conditioners and fences. He wanted to work his way to the top of the Gotham State Building, the highest one in this section of town, because he knew that if he got there he could glide most of the way to the cliff that hid the secret Batcave and thus the portal itself.

To be truthful, Tommy had come a long way as Batman. He didn't compare to the man himself, obviously, and he probably didn't compare to Nightwing or even Red Robin, but he was doing alright for himself. It had happened continuously, gradually, and Tommy himself hadn't even noticed.

Before, he had trouble making his way across Gotham without missing with a grappling hook at least once, and actually finding buildings and streets was a difficult endeavor. Now he moved quickly and surely, and the city laid before him with all its secrets exposed.

Combat, too, had been greatly improved. Barbara Gordon had taught Tommy a lot in their relatively short training time, and Black Canary had laid out a great deal about the basics of tactics to him. A room of goons was no match for Tommy now and even superbeings like Silver Banshee had been bested.

But the biggest improvement in Tommy's time as Batman had been in fortitude. If Tommy had encountered a vast conspiracy to capture a portal that allowed one access to infinite universes 9 months ago, for example, Tommy probably would have dug a deep hole and hid there until everything had blown over. If he had just seen his friend and mentor blown up in an explosion, he probably would have cried. As it was, all Tommy could do was run.

Well, not only.

'Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit,' Tommy thought as he ran. He was running on pure instinct, perhaps knowing that if he actually thought about his situation he would be paralyzed by fear. No, Tommy moved with the fevered movement of an animal, savagely pounding the rooftops with his heavy boots. He took a big leap off the top of a hospital and free fell for about 3 seconds, finally extending his cape and gliding safely to the building below.

'Oh shit oh shit oh shit,' Tommy thought. He was close to the Gotham State Building now, maybe 4 or 5 more rooftops, and once he was there he'd be at the secret Batcave with no trouble. He glanced around furtively, looking for attackers, but so far he had seen no one. He would have wondered if whoever had attacked Barbara would be after him next if he wasn't so busy being scared.

'Oh shit oh shiiiiiiit,' Tommy thought, his thought extended as he jumped from one rooftop to another. He was at the building next to the Gotham State Building, a high skyscraper of its own. The building seemed to have some sort of arboretum on its top floor and Tommy was running on the glass above it. He was halfway across the roof when he began to line up his shot with his grappling gun. He extended his hand and prepared to fire when-

"OH SHIIIII-" Tommy yelled as the glass beneath Tommy's feet suddenly shattered, dropping him into the arboretum below. Tommy landed with a thud. He wheezed as what little air was in his lungs was forced out. But Tommy was trained now and even as he landed he was already turning, searching for his attacker. He slipped batarangs in each hand and prepared to fight.

And then Tommy saw his attacker come around from behind a tree. The look on their face was angry and twisted. Tommy's shoulders slumped.

"I really don't have time for this, Ivy," Tommy said wearily.

***

Standing him front of Tommy, tall, busty and green, was Poison Ivy. Her bright red hair fell down past her shoulders, though some of it was currently fallen over the front of Ivy's face. She waved it away angrily with her hand, showing Tommy her snarl. The buxom beauty's chest was heaving, most likely from anger, but Tommy still was drawn to the rising and falling of Ivy's breasts as she breathed. A few scant leaves clung tightly to her body, covering the bare minimum they needed to.

"YOU!!" Ivy snapped angrily. Tommy backed up but the vines were already shooting from the ground, reaching for him. They grabbed Tommy's wrists and put him up against the wall, slamming him with full force. Tommy held tightly to the batarangs in his hands and tried to weighed whether he should use them or not.

"How DARE you!" Ivy spat at Tommy. She was clearly not pleased to see him. Tommy was not pleased to see that, inside this (presumably) rich asshole's rooftop arboretum, that Ivy had set up quite the little operation. Amid the tall ferns and short trees stood a variety of chemistry equipment. A large metal vat stood out as being remarkably plant-like. Tommy could tell instantly that Poison Ivy was up to no good.

"It's too late, Batman!" Ivy continued. "My plan is too far along for even you to meddle with it!"

"Huh?" Tommy said. He didn't even know Poison Ivy was still in Gotham, let alone planning something insidious.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me," Ivy said derisively. "I know you're here to stop me from selling my new formula to the highest bidder!"

Tommy was struck dumb for a moment.

"...You're absolutely right," He said finally. He wasn't sure what's going on but it seemed better to pretend that he did.

"Well I've already sold it!" Ivy said. "All that's needed now is for the winner to come pick it up. Soon the entire world will be under its thrall!"

Tommy was completely confused now, especially by the word "thrall." He debated cutting his vines now but he knew he needed to distract Ivy first. But how...

"Look, Ivy," Tommy began. "I was totally going to stop you but first I just need to go take care of one little thing. Why don't I just leave, take care of that real quick, and then run back here to stop you?"

Ivy was shocked and then actually laughed at the boldness of Tommy's request. "Like I'd ever let you go," She chuckled. "Especially not after what you did to me!"

Tommy thought for a moment. "Do you mean fucking you in the ass*, because honestly I was tied down so I don't know-"

*LBB, part 20

"Not that!" Ivy yelled, her green face turning a shade of red. "I mean this!"

Ivy walked over to her work bench and pulled up something on her computer. Tommy could only read the banner that read "Gotham Gazette" but he instantly knew what it was.

"Look, Ivy," He began, "About that article..."*

*LBB, part 24

"POISON IVY," Ivy read. "This heart-stopping herbologist has a reputation for being a maneater but our snoop tells us that what she really wants is to be tamed. Yes, gents, what Poison Ivy wants is to be dominated by... you son of a bitch... dominated by a big, hard cock. Could it be yours? Doesn't hurt to ask!"

Tommy stifled a laugh. Most of the sex habits he had given to Vicki Vale had been truthful. Two he had lied on: he hadn't given a truthful report about Catwoman to protect her feelings. And Poison Ivy... well, Tommy had written what he thought would upset her the most.

"It's not funny, Batman!" Ivy yelled when she saw Tommy's suppressed smile. "Do you have any idea what your lies have done to me? Do you know how hard it is for me to go outside without getting accosted by some disgusting pig? I was liberating some of my children from the slave den you call a flower shop and the man working there tried to accost me! Naturally, I just had to kill him..."

Ivy was going on, turning and pontificating to the trees now. Tommy glanced around, trying to think of a plan of escape. His eyes were drawn back to Ivy, though, as he noticed that the leaves on her were falling away. He could see the top of her ass crack now, and as she turned back towards him he noticed that her left nipple showed dark green through a hole where a leaf once sat.

'Is she... getting horny?' Tommy thought with disbelief. He had written what he wrote as a joke but, strangely enough, it seemed as if Poison Ivy did get kind of hot thinking about guys dominating her. Tommy tried to suppress his own erection at the thought but his cock had its own ideas.

"...And even the former owner of this very arboretum tried to infiltrate my sacred garden. He offered to call up some friends and violate me! Just imagine, a whole team of cocks... violating me again and again..."

Another leaf fell from Ivy's body, exposing a small tuft of red hair above her pussy. Tommy wished he had his hands free so he could shift his erection to the side; it was sticking out embarrassingly straight from his body.

"Hey," Ivy said, snapping her fingers at Tommy. "Are you even listening to me?" Tommy nodded fervently, not wanting to anger her further.

"So you are okay with me killing you?" Ivy asked. Tommy began to nod before quickly shaking his head.

"Well... too bad," Ivy said. "I'm going to kill you anyway."

"Don't you want to put some clothes or leaves or whatever on first?" Tommy asked, sounding somewhat bored.

"What're you.. ah!" Ivy said as she looked down and realized that all the leaves had shedded off her body, leaving her completely exposed. She reached down and grabbed handfuls of leaves and covered herself with them, her left forearm smushing her breasts against her body. Tommy felt his dick perk up even more.

"You... you did something to me!" Ivy lashed out, getting closer to Tommy. She was about a foot away from him, looking at him accusedly.

"What could I do?" Tommy asked. "I think you just like the idea of getting dominated, Ivy."

Ivy looked deeply offended. She sputtered, "Me? Dominated? I can't be dominated! I'm Poison Ivy! Just the thought... no, never!"

"Maybe you're right," Tommy said. "Maybe it's just Autumn."

Ivy thought for a moment and then shot Tommy a dirty look. "You think you're so Goddamn smart," She spat at him. She paused, trying to come up with some sort of plan. Finally, she said, "I'll show you! We'll see who likes to be dominated!"

And then Poison Ivy dropped to her knees, yanked down Tommy's suit bottoms, and shoved his erect cock into her mouth.

"Wha... what're you doin'?" Tommy managed to say. If the vines on his wrists hadn't been holding him up he probably would have collapsed from the sensation running through him. Leaves scattered at his feet as they fell slowly from Ivy's hands.

Ivy angrily pulled Tommy's dick out of her mouth and glared up at him. "I'm dominating you, you idiot," She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then she threw herself back on Tommy's cock and began throwing herself on his dick furiously.

Tommy had no idea what was going on. He struggled to think about what Ivy's game might be. The suit carried antidotes for her poisons so she couldn't be trying to kill him. Tommy ran scenarios in his mind before coming to the realization that, nope, Ivy was simply sucking his dick. He groaned as Ivy's tonsils brushed against the top of his cock head.

Ivy pulled Tommy's cock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously with her hand. She spat on his shaft with derision as she jerked him. Tommy's hips reflexively pulled backwards, the sensation almost too much for him. Ivy glared up at him once again.

"Who's doing the dominating now?" Ivy asked before throating herself on Tommy's cock.

"Uh... you are?" Tommy said uncertainly. If this is what is was like getting dominated by Poison Ivy then he certainly wasn't going to complain. The tip of Ivy's nose touched his groin as she took all of him in her mouth. Tommy was impressed and in the back of his mind he wondered if she had been practicing.

The vines on Tommy's wrists slackened and he felt his hands come free. He quickly pocketed the batarangs in his hands and brought placed a hand on each side of Poison Ivy's head. She jerked backwards off his dick and looked up at him suspiciously.

"What are you doing?" She asked, still glaring.

"I, uh... I was going to fuck your mouth," Tommy replied.

"I'm in charge around here," Ivy said, returning her mouth to Tommy's dick. He awkwardly held his hands to his sides as Ivy began to suck his dick. Suddenly, the villainess pulled Tommy's dick out of her mouth once more and spoke.

"I've decided that I want you to fuck my mouth," She said. Tommy didn't need any more instruction; he quickly grabbed Ivy's head and began to pump his dick inside it. Ivy's eyes were wide as Tommy penetrated her mouth again and again, his dick roughly plunging deep inside her mouth. Tommy's fingers tangled themselves inside Ivy's hair as he fucked her mouth. Ivy's mouth hung slack and Tommy could feel her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth. It served as a good landing pad for his dick, steering him towards the back of her throat.

Tommy could feel Ivy's hands clamp onto his thighs, allowing her some control over the rough mouth fucking Tommy was giving her. He shoved his cock deep in Ivy's mouth and held it there, enjoying the sensation of her throat spasming around his cock. Tommy glanced down and saw Ivy looking up at him, her eyes squinting as they filled with water.

Tommy loosened his grip on Ivy's head and allowed her to pull herself off his dick. She came off his cock gasping. Tommy lazily wondered if she could taste the juices of the four heroines he had (apparently) just fucked. If she did, Ivy liked it; she hopped back onto his dick, french kissing the tip of his cock while she jerked his shaft with both hands.

"God, I love being dom... dominating you," Ivy said, spreading the spit that had fallen from her mouth onto her tits. Tommy quickly directing his dick lower and sandwiched it between Ivy's glorious tits. She put a hand on each breast and squeezed them together. The feeling that shot through Tommy as he began to fuck Ivy's tits made him hold his breath.

"Fuck," He muttered as his cock, slick with Ivy's spit, disappeared underneath Ivy's pillowy tits. The normally elegant environmentalist was looking down, watching the tip of Tommys dick came perilously close to her face with each thrust.

"You like that?" Ivy asked before sticking out her tongue and licking Tommy's dick as it neared.

"Uh..." Tommy thought for a moment. "No, I hate what... fuck... you're doing to me."

It seemed to be the right response, as Ivy responded by spitting down on Tommy's cock and then beginning to pump her own tits down as Tommy continued thrust his cock up. He was slamming his hips against the bottom of her tits now, Ivys whole head bouncing forwards with every thrust.

Ivy's grip on her breasts suddenly faltered and Tommy thrusted forward, striking her right in the mouth. She gasped softly but still stuck out her tongue to try to give his dick a lick.

"Open your mouth," Tommy told Poison Ivy, his hand already reaching for her hair.

"I'm in cha-" Ivy began before Tommy's cock filled her mouth. Tommy was standing over Ivy, fucking down inside her mouth. Both of her hands went behind her to hold herself up against his rough fucking. With her neck craned upwards, Tommy's dick had a straight shot directly down her throat.

He took advantage.

With two hands in Ivy's hair, Tommy held her head in place while he fucked her mouth. Ivy's breaths became reedy and ragged and Tommy could feel spit slipping past his cock and running down his balls. After a time he stopped thrusting and instead pumped his arms, forcing Ivy's head to bob forcibly on his cock.

Poison Ivy, the normally so inscrutable Poison Ivy, was now completely Tommy's fuck toy. If Tommy wasn't so busy worrying not to cum he probably would have realized that maybe the reason that Ivy tried to control other people's emotions was because she had been fighting to control her own for so long. Now she had completely given in, letting Tommy do whatever he wanted to her... as long as she could tell herself that it was her idea, that is.

Tommy pulled his thick cock out of Ivy's mouth and let it rest on her face. He pulled it slowly from her forehead down to her chin, leaving a thick line of saliva down her face. Ivy stuck out her tongue and licked Tommy all the way down, making him shudder when she tickled the underside of his head.

After Tommy's dick was completely off her face, Ivy quickly turned around and got on all fours.

"I demand that you fuck me," She tried to state authoritatively, although her voice was scratchy from just getting violated. Tommy got behind her, slapping her bubbly green ass with his gloved hand. He positioned his cock at the entrance to his pussy when Ivy suddenly looked behind her.

"Not there," She said sultrily. Tommy, uncomprehending for a moment, quickly realized what she meant and stuck his dick at the entrance of her asshole. With his hands tight to her hips to keep her in place, Tommy began to ease his cock inside her.

Tommy and Ivy groaned as one. Tommy's dick found resistance for a moment before his cock began to slide inside Ivy's tight ass. He pushed himself a few inches in and held it there, allowing Ivy to get used to his dick. She moaned louder and pushed backwards, forcing Tommy deeper inside. His dick was well-lubricated from her mouth but she was still desperately tight, although not quite as tight as the first time he fucked her ass. When Tommy was about halfway in he began to gingerly pump himself inside her.

But that wasn't good enough for Ivy; she again pushed the issue by pushing back on Tommy's cock, leaning forward before shoving herself ass-first backwards onto his cock. Tommy slowly began to return the favor, thrusting harder and harder until he was openly fucking her tight green ass. Tommy leaned forward and yanked on Ivy's hair, causing her to moan.

"Mmmm," She intoned, before once again giving orders to Tommy.

"Tell me to tell you that I'm a fucking slut," She demanded.

Tommy tried to comply. "Tell you to tell me that... what?" He asked. He had gotten lost.

"Ooooh tell me to tell you that I'm a fucking slut!" Ivy demanded, louder this time. She thrust back viciously on Tommy's dick, taking almost all of him inside her.

Tommy once again tried to comply. "Tell you that... I mean, tell me that I'm a fucking slu... wait..."

Ivy had enough. "Oh God, I'm a fucking slut!" She yelled, throwing her head down to the ground and poking her shapely ass up into the air. Tommy began to pound her asshole, stopping only to spit onto his dick for lubrication. He could feel his dick being bent as it headed south down Ivy's asshole. The friction against the top of his dick was unbelievable.

Ivy, meanwhile, was moaning wildly while attempting to make sense with her words. Tommy couldn't follow her; he thought he heard her say, "I missed a cock in my ass," and at one point he thought she said, "I guess I always knew..." followed by wailing. While she monologued to herself, Tommy grunted and slapped her ass.

Tommy leaned himself forward, his hands resting on Ivy's wrists and pinning her to the ground. Tommy could once again fuck directly into her ass and he did, pounding her asshole mercilessly. Ivy screamed and pushed her ass up against Tommy's hips.

"I want me to... I want me to..." Ivy said, her voice devolving into a high-pitched squeal when Tommy finally completely engulfed his dick with her ass. It took Tommy a moment to realize that Ivy was cumming; it took him longer to realize she was cumming purely from his cock in her ass. All Tommy was really focusing on was the contracting of Ivy's muscles around his cock.

As Ivy howled, her body seemed to give out on her. She began to slide forward onto her belly and Tommy followed her, trying to keep his cock deep in her ass. Ivy was flat on her stomach now and Tommy howled himself as the unbelievable tightness gripped his cock. He could still fuck Ivy but it was in halting jerks, burying himself inside Ivy.