A quick note before the story begins, apologies for the delay but upcoming exams and my stubbornness to accept it needed work has meant that this has taken far longer than expected. However I hope you enjoy this as a belated Christmas present.
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Ripples of inky water lapped against the sand at Gotham Harbor. At the far end of the beach on a bench sat Grey watching the water, with his hands in his pockets. A crunch in the sand alerted Grey to the new presence.
"Hey, you'll find Harley's hideout here," Grey said without looking back and lay an envelope down on the bench.
Batman moved forward and pocketed the envelope in one of the many compartments of his utility belt. "Have any trouble?"
"No, she'll be there."
Batman moved to stand beside Grey and passed back his own envelope. "For a good job," Batman said as he passed the envelope.
Grey tore the top open and looked inside to see a credit card. "There are three hundred thousand dollars and I'll give you the same every one you find for me," Batman explained watching Grey's reaction.
"Every time? As in there's going to be more work for me?" Grey asked looking through the payment and pocketed it.
"As long as you keep delivering," Batman stated, turning away "Here's your next job, don't disappointment me."
Grey picked up the envelope and looked through it. At the top was a summary sheet. The name was Dr. Pamela Isley.
"Location and time are in the file, turn on the tracker and drop it at the target's location," Batman said before disappearing into the night.
Grey looked up at the tower above him. Yep, this was definitely the place, Mosley Towers. A research facility that was closed down because of a chemical being released down in the labs below the surface. Grey had managed to get the code by talking to a lab assistant in a dinghy bar. Grey crossed the road and opened the old door. The place had been overrun with squatters and the place had been looted pretty thoroughly. Normally Grey would use the shadows at night but he was trying in the day. Last night he had tried and found the place crawling with a homeless gang. The constant high crime rate meant that many found it hard to get jobs. The homeless began to group together to protect themselves. The more gangs the less territory the more brutal the streets got. After counting nearly two dozen armed individuals Grey decided to return in the day. Which was why he was here in the bright daylight.
After going through the empty lobby he approached the elevator. This door was reinforced steel but he could see scratch marks from where people had tried to break in. A few discarded tools indicated they would be back later. He entered the code and walked into the elevator. Deciding to begin where the weapon was stolen he pressed the basement button and then left when the doors dinged open. He walked out and explored the labs.
He spent 20 minutes searching dusty laboratories, with Bunsen burners, flasks, safety signs and whole manner of other scientific equipment that he couldn't name if he tried. In desperation he went through break rooms, empty mugs and dripping taps were the only signs that life had been there. Offices with overflowing paper bins and black screens, nothing.
He stopped in the security room and scratched his head trying to come up with a new idea. A bioweapon was stolen from these labs. This weapon was stolen one and a half weeks after Poison Ivy threatened the city. He leaned forward onto the desk and jerked back when he accidentally leaned on the on a button for the security. He quickly realised that the building's power supply must be separate from the main grid. The wall in front of him lit up with security camera feeds however after peering up he saw no signs of any movement. Grey laughed at the shock and the rapid pulse of his heart and leaned back in the chair thinking about the next plan.
A beeping caught his attention as he looked up at a monitor to the left he had missed. The screen showed a dark outline of the building with dots periodically on each floor, motion sensors, throughout the building. And there was an alert on the top floor. Grey's vision was swallowed by a gray tunnel as he saw the elevator doors swing open onto the top floor with vines crawling the walls and vegetation covering the furniture. The air was thick with spores in the rays of sunlight.
Grey snapped back into reality and jumped off the chair and into the elevator. Grey watched the elevator doors slide open as he gasped from the shock of the warm muggy air that filled the top floor. He removed his coat and threw it down onto the floor of the elevator and tapped his sawn off single barrel shotgun in his holster. Even though it only had plastic shells it still gave him comfort.
He crept forward, rubbing the sweat off his head. The warm air was filled with a sweet scent that was dizzying and made him light headed. He also felt his pulse accelerate and his cock beginning to inflate into a semi. Grey shook his head trying to concentrate but the warm air and the mind altering scent was messing with his ability to see visions. Every time he tried he felt a mental barrier of some sort in the way.
"Well hello handsome."
He heard from the doorway to his left. In the doorway was Poison Ivy. Her skin was a very light green with a vine coiled around her neck that traveled down her right arm like a snake to rest in her hand. Her hair was a vibrant red that shone like fire. Her eyes were an emerald green that showed amusement. She was wearing a lime green crop top that showed her slim stomach. Greys' eyes traveled down to see her cocked hips wrapped in a matching green mini skirt.
"See something you like?" She said smiling and walked up to him. She looked up and down sizing him up. "And what do I owe the pleasure of this mysterious encounter?"
Grey shook his head clearing the pheromones from the air and brushed past her turning his back to her. He pushed on to the next room seeing a soft circular pad of moss in the corner of the room and fell onto it feeling his lungs fill with the chemicals in the air, his legs giving out from under him.
He flipped himself over and pushed himself back to rest his back against the wall. He looked up to see Poison Ivy standing in the doorway pulling her skirt down her legs. She bent over showing her considerable cleavage. She stood up, straightened one leg out and kicked the skirt into the air so it landed on Greys' face. Grey wrenched the warm silky material of her face to see her slowly walk towards him, her green panties with a leafy pattern now on display.
