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An Encounter in the City	By : TheUnmusical Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman:Arkham City, which is owned by Rocksteady, and I do not own or have the rights to any of the characters, and I make no money from this writing

Chapter List
- 1-An Encounter in the City
- 1
“Look, Red, I just need your help!”
Sometimes Poison Ivy could be such a self-righteous bitch, even for a woman who made Sea Shepherd seem centrist. One little mistake (or several tiny mistakes) and suddenly what was previously a good working relationship (with benefits) turned sour.
“Never!”
To be honest, I should have noticed the vine that was crawling on the floor towards me, but I had good reason to be distracted. Earlier tonight, Two-Face had me dangling over a vat of acid. Then, I had to go travel across Arkham City back to my apartment, and every time someone caught a glimpse of me, I could hear the insults two blocks down:
“Hey, bitch, come here!”
“Nice looking suit, but you’d look better with it off!”
“Looking for your bat, you dumb whore!”
Thinking about that last one, I need to find out who’s been spreading those rumors. Heading home, there were some unwelcome guests at the front door that got some more scars for their trouble. After all that, I had just fought through a few dozen of Penguin thugs, Joker thugs, Two-Face thugs and Tyger Guards (how the hell did Ivy get them without bringing Strange down on her ass?) that Ivy had brain-washed. Then, I thought Ivy would figure out that I wasn’t leaving without talking to her, she’s pulls this bullshit.
Between Strange, Two-Face, Batman, and now be dangled upside down, this was just not my night.
“Not again.” Seemed like the only appropriate response to my current predicament, which mirrored my earlier experience in the courthouse so perfectly a novelist could’ve penned it.
The Queen finally deigned to condescend from her throne to terra firma, and I was reminded why I put up with so much of Red’s shit: Poison Ivy was hot. The face alone would be the price of admission, the smooth cheeks and forehead, the piercing green eyes, the full, luscious red lips, sweet Hermes (god of thieves) why couldn’t she be more sane! Then came the perfectly-shaped breasts, so perfectly proportioned to the body, a toned stomach.
“You’ve got some nerve Selina.” She hissed at me, and that just emphasized how much shit I was in. The creepy plant moving towards me with red thorns, not going to lie, was also a little worrisome. Ivy, for whatever reason, only had me tied up to my chest, leaving my arms free, but I was in a bad situation.
While thoughts of personal safety were forefront in my mind, I couldn’t help admiring Ivy’s body for what could be the last time. I noticed that while in prison, Ivy seemed to have become an exhibitionist, and she only wore a prison uniform with one button, no bra, and some bizarre panties she had presumably made herself from leaves. Grading her, she’d be a 9.5 out of 10, with points taken off for extreme narcissism, excessive attachment to flora and her fixation on the clown’s girlfriend.
I was shaken out of my musings by the creepy plant Ivy was using to paw over my body. I’m not joking, the plant head was feeling my up. First my face got a nice long caress, revealing that the petals were actually still quite soft, despite how they looked. Of course, my body decided now was the perfect time to get aroused, and I could feel my nipples hardening, and my pussy getting moist. I focused on looking at Ivy, so I wouldn’t let Red know how I was being affected by being touched by a damn plant (keep in mind, Arkham City wasn’t the best place to find someone to shack up with, and I had been on the run from Strange before that).
She stared blithely back at me, so I decided I had to be the one to initiate conversation, to save my own physical well-being.
“Are we done yet, Ivy? I told you, that thing with the flowers wasn’t my fault. You know it, I know it.” Snarky? Yes. Disingenuous? A bit, but I didn’t do ingratiating well, unless it was necessary for a job, which it probably wasn’t in this case. She turned her back to me, which wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for, but the one I expected.
“You should have watered them. You said you would water them. Now there’s only one left and Strange has it, sealed in his vault.” I guess that was how Poison Ivy was being kept in line in Arkham City; a fucking plant of all things. Of course, this meant there was a simple solution to the problem, one so simple it seemed to have slipped Red’s petty brain.
“Well, in that case, I think we can strike a deal.” Calm and reasonable, easy does it. “I need a way into his vault and I think you are just the girl to help me.” That’s right girl, play on her feminist side, the one that looked down on all men as sexist pigs. “If you get me in there, I’ll get your plant. Deal?” Perfectly sound, reasonable, seeing how I was swinging on a vine, and more than she deserved for sure. See, I could be a little sycophant from time to time.
My (extraordinarily generous) offer seemed to resonate with Ivy, her head twitched from side to side like a dog sensing a treat. She turned around, and affixed me with a death glare.
“I should kill you.” Sometimes, Red reminded me more of a snake than a warm-blooded woman, she always tried to maintain a strenuous distance from the world. This attitude may work when going up against the Batman, but when talking to me, a woman she had eaten out multiple times, this seemed more like a silly pose than anything else.
“Fine!” She turned her back towards me (again!) and with that, the vine released me, and I was dumped on the floor like a sack of potatoes. Such a compassionate woman, this self-styled Mother of Plants. Course, I landed on my feet, otherwise what kind of cat would I be? Just to be as snarky and annoying as possible, I decided to rub salt in the wound. Something you should never do to Poison Ivy.
“No kiss? I’m kind of disappointed.” Ivy just slightly inclined her head to look at me, and shortly after I felt a vine (sans thorns thankfully) wrap itself around my throat, and constrict tightly.
“If you want to leave here alive, get on your hands and knees now.” I’ll admit it, hearing the icy surety in her voice, while silly sounding before, sounded incredibly hot to me at that moment. Plus, this wasn’t a game unfamiliar to the two of us, and sometimes Harley had even joined in if “Mistah J!” was doing time in Arkham and she was looking for a place to stay.
With Ivy keeping a close eye on me, I dropped on all fours, making sure to thrust my ass out as high as possible, while also squashing my breasts on the grassy floor, being sure to give Red as nice a view of my generous cleavage as possible. The vine around my neck, extremely reminiscent of a collar and leash, gave me just enough slack so that I could et on the floor, but I still labored for breaths. Of course, Red gave no visible signs of being pleased with my performance, and as she walked towards her throne, a giant leaf came down from the ceiling. Ivy turned around, sat on the mossy ground, her back supported by the leaf (which must’ve been sturdier than it looked) and she spread her legs, and patted the ground in front of her.
“Get over here, and get your tongue in my cunt now.” She certainly didn’t mince words, and the aura of command, combined with the light-headedness brought on by the collar, brought another rush of heat to my pussy. I moved slowly, sensually, making sure to wave my ass from side to side, making sure each movement was as exaggerated as possible. With every small bit of movement forward, my vine collar adjusted to make sure there was no slack. It’s times like those where I wish I added a tail to my costume, but that wouldn’t be practical at all. Sometime I should get around to making a costume for special encounters. Batman would probably appreciate a few pictures, to help keep him company on cold nights alone in his lair.
While I was slowly making my way over to Poison Ivy, her hands and vines were also busy. Both her hands were under her thin shirt, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. The vines glided her face, her legs, and one disappeared behind her, presumably teasing her ass. I crawled in-between her legs, and like a good cat, started rubbing my cheeks against Ivy’s smooth, toned thighs. I looked up at Ivy’s face, while she seemed to have calmed down a bit, she seemed to have settled into an icy mask, one I desperately wanted to break.
Changing tactics, I decided that a better way to break the ice queen’s facade would be to start kissing and licking her delicious thighs. Whatever else the accident did to Ivy, physically and mentally, her body always exuded a comforting earthy fragrance, and being this close to her pussy, I was getting lightheaded.
I started at her left knee, and I started to slowly kiss my way up, leaving little love bites along the way. As I started approaching the junction of her legs, I could hear Red’s breathing getting heavier. Smirking, I got into my head that Ivy needed to be tortured a bit more, so I started to head to her right leg, so I could start the whole damn process again. Unfortunately, my vine collar that I forgot about held me tight right in front of Ivy’s pussy, and so I guess she was through with foreplay, and wanted to go straight to the main event. Always the problem with the girl, no patience whatsoever.
So, I looked at Ivy, who finally looked like she was enjoying herself, and gave her a little pout.
“Awwhh, I wanted to kiss your other lips first. It’s been such a long time that you’ve been in here, so how about a kiss?” In case you’re wondering, I once stole something for Mr Freeze so that he would engineer an antidote to Ivy’s potent pheromones. While Freeze scares the hell out of me, he is a damn good geneticist, and I made sure to take some antidote in the apartment before coming here. Think of it as protection.
“So kitty-cat wants a kiss? She’ll have to earn it.” Definitely need to see if Red’s been moonlighting as a dominatrix in-between acts of eco-terrorism, because that was probably straight out of someone’s role-playing sexscapade.
“What does she need to do in order to buy this kiss I wonder.” She actually brought her hand to her head, and for a second I was reminded of Winnie the Pooh (seriously, that’s who she reminded me of. I should get a medal for not bursting out laughing, thus killing the mood and any chance of reconciliation). “First, take off my panties.”
Resigning myself to the horrifying fate of licking Ivy’s delicious pussy (that’s sarcasm for you), I started to life my hands off the floor, when I noticed that while I was busy with foreplay, the devious bitch had essentially chained me to the floor with dozens of little vines over both my arms. I quick tested to see if my legs were in a similar predicament, which they were.
“Cat, I said take off my panties, and you haven’t yet.”
“Red, look I-Ouch!” I felt a stinging sensation on my ass, and I looked behind me, and one thug had somehow regained consciousness, and he whipped me with MY OWN DAMN WHIP! I looked back at Ivy, and she just smirked at me.
“Be creative, my pet.” She whispered, and she pated my face with her right hand, her index finger ghosting over my lips. I got the hint, and my collar gave me just enough slack that I could put my face right in Ivy’s cunt, and start tugging on the leaves that made up Ivy’s panties. She was at least considerate enough to elevate herself slightly off the ground, but it was still slow going.
“I think you should go a little faster.” That was my only warning before I heard and felt the second SMACK! of the whip on my ass. In between the collar, being restrained to the ground, forced to eat Ivy out, and the whip, I was extremely turned on, and my bodysuit felt too small and confining, and I desperately wanted to finger myself. Despite my treacherous body, I soldiered on, and I finally succeeded in removing the grass panties enough to see my prize.
Just like the rest of Ivy’s body, her pussy was tinged green, and it engorged with blood, allowing me a look deep inside Ivy. She shaved regularly (or got one of her mindslaves to do it) and she had a tattoo of vines branching from her vagina on either side. Looking up at Ivy’s face I saw that she had taken off her shirt, exposing her glorious tits to my hungry gaze. Ivy was pinching her own nipples and pulling them as far out as they would go. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, and she was panting softly. Looking back to the pussy that was emanating a glorious musky smell, I kissed it, and slipped my tongue inside.
“Awwhhhhh, fuck!” I was certainly glad to know that my actions were having a positive reaction, and I decided that I was going to slowly bring Ivy to orgasm, so I retreated back to the outer lips of her flower, and I gently teased and bit the outer lips, extending the torment. Not for the first time I wished that my hands were free so I could probe and tease Red’s pussy even more, but one can’t have everything in life.
“Oooh...cat.....I need some...Oohhh..thing more.” Ivy managed to gasp out, whilst I lavished gentle attention on her beautiful clit, just so I could break that icy mask of perfection that Red had been affecting. In response to her, I stopped what I devouring Red’s pussy, which elicited a groan of complaint from her. She affixed me with an half-hearted glare, but I had a feeling of confidence brought on by my skills in driving Ivy half-crazy with desire, so I just smiled back.
“Tell my what you want Ivy, and I’ll make it happen.” Ivy must’ve realized that she was losing control of the situation, because a moment later, I felt another SMACK! on my ass (by now I was sure that my suit had some very attractive rips on the bottom portion of my suit, exposing my lovely derriere to the world) and Ivy almost screamed
“Make me cum Selina!”
Ivy grabbed my head with both hands, and she forced my face back into her cunt, my nose touching her clit. I decided that I needed to make this crazy, beautiful lunatic cum before I could similar treatment, and I worked quickly to give Ivy an amazing orgasm, lavishing her clit with very special treatment, in between giving my tongue a special workout exploring the depths of Ivy delicious nether regions.
I could sense that Ivy was about to cum, from the way that her hands gripped my head, so I withdrew from the depths of Ivy’s pussy, and I gave it long languorous from the bottom all the way to the clit. Right when I felt that Red could barely take anything more, I enveloped her clit in my mouth and lightly sucked, and Ivy let out an unearthly shriek, and she held my mouth so I would be able to taste the evidence of her orgasm. It was probably a dominance thing, Ivy wanted to show me her dominance, although with her mind spent, the vines that had previously restricted my movement relaxed their grip, and I finally regained control over my legs and arms.
I moved up Ivy’s chest, taking sucking her left nipple, which forced a small moan out of Ivy, and when I got to Red’s face, I simply held her head, before I angled it and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Her taste was still upon my lips and tongue, and I made sure to plunder her mouth. It was the only way that I could be sure that she would taste herself, thereby wrestling back a little of control in the war of dominance that we had been waging.
After a good long kiss, I pulled back, and I smirked a little at the mewl that escaped Ivy’s lips, and I knew that I had well and truly pacified her. Red’s eyes were unfocused, and she was taking small short breaths, trying to regain some air, and I knew exactly how to take advantage of her current state.
My bodysuit is one amazing piece of work, and it cost literally hundreds of thousands of dollars to make. A layer of kevlar was placed in between two sections of a specially developed material that allowed for maximum flexibility, while also providing protection from the elements. Of course the most important element was how easy the suit was to get into (say that you were invited to a party, and only had a small window of five minutes to break into a safe, in which case, time spent getting into a elaborate suit was wasted) and out of. Before, even while eating Ivy out, my suit had been zipped up past my breasts, and I had felt confined and overheated the entire time. Unzipping the suit, and watching as the expression on Ivy’s face changed as she realized exactly what I expected, gave me a heady sense of power, and a pulse of desire.
I stepped out of my suit, stepping out of my heel-boots (not one of my best ideas I know) naked except for my goggles and headgear, because it would just feel wrong not to wear it, especially in Arkham City where Selina was not needed, but Catwoman was. I put my hands on Ivy’s shoulders, and directed lay on the floor, and I positioned myself right over her face, and I lowered my cunt to Ivy’s waiting mouth, till my knees were framing Ivy’s beautiful face. I could feel hot breath on my pussy, and Ivy’s hands were busy kneading my ass, so I decided now was the appropriate time to take advantage of the situation, and let Ivy reciprocate my earlier act of contrition.
Something you had to give Red, she was direct and didn’t torture me like I did her. She attacked my pussy, driving her tongue straight in and explored my depths, while I palmed my tits, groping them and teasing my rock-hard nipples for that extra bit of pleasure. I gave an extra moan of pleasure when I felt Ivy’s fingers teasing my asshole.
“Come on baby, jam in your finger!” I shouted at her, fully embracing my new dominant position.
Thankfully, Ivy found nothing wrong with this position, and although it took some time, she did manage to relax my ass enough in order to ease a finger in, which introduced a new level of fullness and pleasure in me. I let one of my hands drift down in order to tease my clit, and I knew that my orgasm was short incoming. Ivy seemed to recognize this as well, and she furiously attacked my pussy, and I could feel the tension increasing and increasing in my gut, and suddenly I exploded, giving out a piercing scream.
We didn’t say much to each other as we put our clothes back on, since we both knew that this was only a physical thing, a needed relief of tension in a hellhole on earth. I was about to go when I saw this look on Ivy’s face, a forlorn and world-weary look. I suddenly wondered what it was like to be Ivy, to be so physically and mentally distant from humanity, with only plants, mindslaves and implausible dreams and fantasies of what could be to comfort her in the cold night. Impulsively I gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, and she looked as confused as I felt. I wanted to say something to her, apologize for how I had acted, how fate had treated her, how she had to endure the fact that the woman she truly loved was abused daily by a sociopath. I could try and rationalize and say that my suddenly confused emotions were just a by-product of the rush of endorphins, but I swear, there was something...real to my emotions.
“I’m really sorry for what I did Ivy.” This was the one thing Red probably never expected me to do: apologize. “I was careless, and I’m sorry.” Her eyes teared up, and she gave me a kiss that was full of emotion and longing, I wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her as hard as I could.
As much as I wish I could’ve stayed like that the rest of the night, I remembered what I needed to do, and I slowly disentangled myself from Ivy, and looked straight into her misty eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll come back with your plant, after all I am the world’s greatest thief.” I smiled and gave a small laugh like I had made a joke and Ivy reciprocated my smile.
“Be careful ok?”
I gave a nod, and I walked out of the room, walking backwards so I never broke eye contact with Ivy, not until I let myself out into the icy cold of Arkham City. I allowed myself one tear, before I turned around, focusing once again on my objective to get into Strange’s vault, come hell or high water.

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