The Arkham Incident
Dick Grayson, also known as Robin, gritted his teeth as he and Batman approached Arkham Asylum. The sprawling, gothic stone stone structure loomed over them; the full moon behind it giving the towering spires and gabled rooftops an even more eerie, macabre appearance than usual. They had raced there after a message from Commissioner Gordon stating that the alarms all over the facility had gone haywire for a minute before suddenly going silent, and no calls or messages to were being acknowledged. Given the nature of the inmates, he had gone directly to the Dynamic Duo rather than send even a handful of Gotham's finest.
The building was silent on the outside, and if they hadn't known better would have though nothing amiss.
"It could be bad in there Robin," Batman said grimly as they approached the large, reinforced oak doors that led into the entryway. "For everything to go silent so quickly, we're looking at a mass escape. We may have to split up, just remember your training, we'll do what we can until reinforcements arrive. Just remember, we don't kill."
Robin nodded and tried his best to mentally prepare himself as the doors opened. While the outside was serene, the reception area was not. The main lights were out, the only illumination was coming from the blood-red emergency lights and the dancing brightness of the flames from the fire along the desk. Screams, laughs, and blaring alarms blurred together as they echoed through the maze of hallways, leading to various wings and sections.
"Split up, take down who you can!" Batman growled as he ran off down a particularly loud hallway. Robin took off down another hallway, not quite as loud, but the blood-smeared walls indicated he'd still have his hands full. He stooped to examine a guard laying on the floor, but moved on after he couldn't feel a pulse.
The long hallway of stretched down almost as far as he could see, and every solid steel door was opened. Not blown open, pulled off its hinges, or any other way other than simply opened, as if each one had simply opened of its own accord. Hearing a muttering voice coming from a nearby room, Robin silently crept up and peered inside. Each square cell was simple, solid steel inside, measuring no more that 10 or 15 feet across and tall. This was the Human wing the asylum, the inmates, while insanely brilliant, ruthless and talented they may be, were still simple human beings. No powers, abilities, or nuances to aid them if locked away. Lower levels had larger cells more accommodating to the villains like Killer Croc or Clayface, whose larger size and strength would need stronger walls to contain.
The identity of the villain whose back was turned to the open doorway, mumbling angrily to himself as he seemed to be writing lines on paper, then crumpling them up and throwing them away before starting again, was obvious to the Boy Wonder, even without his usual costume. The question mark-covered walls and failed lines of riddles strewn about the floor left little doubt.
Thankfully, Edward was too busy trying to come up with a new clever riddle to notice the hero sneaking up behind him. A quick blow to the head and the Riddler was already down. After leaving him securely tied up and locking the door behind him, Robin moved down the hallway, clearing the rooms as needed and helping any injured guards.
Already tired and sore by the time he reached the last hallway, he was surprised to hear another sound different than the usual moans of pain or crazed laughs he was used to thus far. He heard giggles and what sounded like slurping sounds coming from the last cell. Peering into the cell Robin saw something he was not expecting given the surrounding carnage.
The pale figure of Harley Quinn lay on the floor, her body almost completely naked except for her red and black skirt, which was pulled up to her waist. It was immediately apparent why, because on top her, with her face in-between Harley's legs while Harley's was in-between hers, was Selina Kyle. Her sleek, black latex suit covered her body, except for a hole ripped oped at her vagina, allowing Harley to lick and suck on it freely. The sight of the two femme fatales, sixty-nining each other with abandon, took his breath away, and for a moment all he could do was watch and feel his cock grow and become aroused.
"MMMMHHH fuckin' lick that hot cunt!" Harley screamed in ecstasy as Selina went to town on her pussy, licking it with her long tongue, then buried her head between Selina's legs again, playing with Selina's pussy with passion. Selina just moaned with please and flicked her tongue faster, rubbing the clit as she did so.
Robin watched entranced, not noticing the more he breathed in, the more aroused he became. The two women were too engrossed with pleasing one another to notice him standing in the open doorway.
"Come in Robin, status update," Batman's voice suddenly said from his earpiece, starting Robin out of his trance.
Robin shook his head, quietly closing the door and locking it, figuring that those two didn't need to be subdued.
"Y-yes, Hallway A is down, moving down to the lower level now. You?" Robin asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he still tried to clear the cobwebs from his head.
"Started off in the large chambers. Killer Croc and Grundy are down. Something here doesn't seem right, keep on your toes,"
Robin mumbled something in agreement as he moved to the lower level of the building, where the security wing was. Amid the rancid smells of blood and sweat permeating the air above, while watching Harley and Selina he notice a fragrant, sweet aroma that seemed to lead him on. He walked past opened doors of screaming inmates and pleading guards, focused on finding the source of the scent.
Moving into the main security hall the air was more humid, and the more dense the aroma becomes. As he neared the large door holding the main security camera room, he didn't even register the plant life growing through the broken rock walls. He slowly opened the large doors, and a tropical paradise greeted him. The room, previously with plain gray rock walls and a wall of tv's showing the security feeds around the asylum, had turned green with vines and plants. In front of the tv's, a towering plant with red, curved petals stood above him, the stem thin but sturdy. Upon the sound of the door closing behind him, the stem twisted so the from of the flower faced him, and if his mind was clearer he would not have been surprised at the figure sitting regally inside.
Poison Ivy sat, her long, fiery red hair flowing down to her mid-body. She was almost naked except for small bikini of leaves cover her ample breasts and groin. A playful smirk was on her red lips, and her emerald eyes flashed brightly. Her colorful nails, hair, lips and eyes stood out when compared to her somewhat pale, bare skin. Every time he had encountered her before, even without her pheromones, Robin had always noted how outstandingly beautiful she was. No his legs trembled at the mere sight of her.
"Poison I-Ivy, I...should be...immune...," Robin forced himself to say, trying to resist the urge to lay do and kneel before her.
Ivy chuckled softly as the flower gently bent down. She casually stepped down in front of Robin. "Yes, you and your pesky bat friend have come up with a few antidotes to my pheromones, but that's the wonderful thing about Mother Nature..." she said as she slowly moved her hands down her perfect body, making Robin admire her form even more. "It always adapts. When you threw me down her in the cold and dark you thought you could keep me hidden away, but even here my babies can find me."
