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Batman: Downfall	By : Driftwood Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 19223 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One
Abandoned labs of Doctor Jason Woodrue, 8:01pm
"Pamela Isley," the words felt odd on her tongue, "Doctor Pamela Isley," the title made little difference to how the words felt as they passed over her full, ruby red lips. The name was as foreign as her past life, the life she led until that fateful night when....the name was hazy it was there, stored in the back of her brain. At last it came, Doctor Jason Woodrue, the man that had changed Pamela's life forever with one single injection that had almost killed her and driven her insane. She laughed at the last part, insane! Clarity was what had been bestowed upon her not, a breakdown of her cognitive functions but the shrinks at Arkham Asylum disagreed, but that was men for you, what did she expect?
Poison Ivy was born the night Pamela Lillian Isley died and it was for the best. Now she had power, now she had clarity, now she had a purpose even if the winged freak tried to stop her once in a while. Ivy ran one long gloved finger along a work bench the dust gathering beneath her touch in a grey ball as she slowly slid it along the wooden surface, "stop me or seduce me I can never tell nowadays." Ivy muttered to herself as her finger drew an outline of a bat in the dust. She admired her handy work before viciously running her finger in a cutting motion across the dust drawing, severing head from body. "The Bats loss I guess, not mine."
The crashing sound that came from the other side of the lab door broke Ivy from her thoughts. The swearing that followed made Ivy's lips curl into a wry smile. There were not many people she trusted, but this one, she was different. Ivy Leaned back on the work bench awaiting her guest, she didn't even flinch when the door to the lab was kicked open, "Where are you, you green bitch?" the voice was high and carried that distinct Brooklyn twang that Ivy found adorable.
Harley Quinn stormed into the lab, her head swinging left to right, the twin pony tails on either side of her head flicking this way and that as she did so. Her white face paint looked paler still in the full moonlight that streamed in through the skylight, her black lips even darker and her eyes just as black with her make up. "You murdered Bob you bitch!" Harley shouted out.
"Don't worry, I am sure Joker has plenty of henchmen to fill his void," Ivy said in her southern drawl, her smile widened as Harley finally saw her across the lab. Ivy reached up putting her hands behind her head flicking her long red hair up so it cascaded down in light curls across her bare, pale green shoulders, the temptress resplendent. Her smile faltered as Harley came bounding over to her, the fist that connected with the side of Ivy's face drew a gasp of surprise and Ivy clung to the work top to remain on her feet.
"That was for Bob." Harley said, biting back tears.
Ivy reached up and rubbed the swollen lump that had only seconds ago been her cheek, "I guessed that much." When Harley went to throw a punch again Ivy was prepared and caught Harley's wrist. You could never tell with Harley what would set her off and Ivy had no idea that seducing, giving a message and unfortunately poisoning one of the Jokers lackeys would be enough to make the small, perfectly formed time bomb explode. "I had little choice; I needed to see you and could not leave a trail." Ivy said as explanation.
"You could have just told bob the message, what did you do," Harley shook Ivy's grip loose and took one step back, "Fuck him then give him the message, 'oh by the way you have only two hours to live, but thanks for the cock!'" her voice had gone falsetto in a terrible mimic of Ivy.
Ivy stood straight and laid one gloved hand on Harleys shoulder, "no need for vulgarity Quinn, it was a kiss, a sweet one at that." Ivy did not show much compassion for humans especially males, but the one called Bob had done her no ill, none that she knew of anyway, so his last kiss had been long and lingering, his death quick and painless once the message had been received.
"Well Bob was one of the good guys, we were close." Harley shrugged the hand from her shoulder and crossed her arms about her. Ivy raised one eyebrow at the last part. "Not close like that, Mister J. would have had him killed. Friends close, but you don't know what friends are, do you Ivy?"
Ivy could have let the comment slip but her mouth was already open and her reply flowed forth, "Ah yes only one man for my Harley Quinn, good old Joker. Has he shown you his Kazoo yet?"
"Mister J. and me don't need sex, what we have is deeper than that." Ivy was amused to see Harley pouting as she spoke and felt slightly bad for mocking her so stingingly even if she did have it coming.
Seeing Harley Quinn almost vulnerable thawed Ivy and she stepped closer pulling the woman into a hug. She smiled as she felt Harley's hands entwine behind her, "We should not be fighting Quinn." the arms about her tightened and Ivy reciprocated, "I have missed you."
Harley pulled free from the hug surprising Ivy. "Yeah about that, you got out of Arkham three months ago. No phone call, no email, not even a candy gram. Until tonight," the pout this time was for show Harley Quinn was always one for theatrics. "I thought we had something special." her voice was weak, but her eyes narrowed and the viper smile gave away Harley's little act.
Ivy pulled one glove off slowly as she spoke, the elbow length glove sliding off her thin long fingers, "We do Harley, something very special," Ivy pulled the second glove off just as slow. "There are not many like you in the world," Ivy dropped the gloves to the ground and put her bare hands on the black corset clad waist of Harley Quinn. At six foot Ivy stood six inches taller than Harley and she looked down at her white faced, wide eyed lover. Her hands moved in, finding the corset strings.
"I' m not that easy you know," Harley retorted. "You still killed Bob and I am still pissed off about that." Ivy leaned in, her full red lips, meeting Harleys black lips. Harley's mouth parted willingly and Ivy's tongue explored.
Harley felt overly warm, her corset making it hard to breathe, and the deep lingering kiss making it even harder. Harley could feel her sex tingling even though all she wanted to do was strike out again at Ivy for being so callous her body was one coiled muscle, yet Ivy paid no attention to how worked up Harley was, she just kept kissing her as her hands worked the knots and loops of the corset. In one fluid motion Ivy lifted Harley onto the workbench and Harley eagerly opened her legs allowing Ivy to slide between them and continue their kissing.
The corset finally gave way, Harley breaking the kiss to take a much needed gulp of air. Ivy remained patient as Harley pulled the Corset free. Harley relished the sight of the fire that ignited in Ivy's eyes at the sight of her pale breasts topped with pink nipples that were already growing erect with excitement, now became solid masses of pink flesh when the cool night air enveloped them.
Ivy was trying to be patient or atleast as patient as she could be, it had been such a long time since Harley and she had been alone together like this. Yet it still felt like someone had hit fast forward, time was short she knew phase one of her plan should have been in action but the moment she had seen her little firecracker come bounding into the lab all that had been forgotten. Now here they were, with Harley topless her perfectly round breasts sitting high on her small frame with nipples that begged to be kissed.
Harley's fish net stockings ended at her shapely thighs, the plaid school dress that Harley had on barely covered her upper thighs and with her now sat on the table it had ridden further up to reveal a rather bright neon pink thong covering her sex. Ivy kissed one of Harley's stocking clad feet, the next kiss caressed her ankle, then her shin and up past her knee and along her bare inner. Ivy's next kiss was light and placed in the center of the pink thong which sent a shiver up and down the length of Harley.
In one fluid motion Ivy pulled and then slipped off the thong, Harley's trimmed bush (the ace of spades of all things!) was now exposed, her labia parted and damp with excitement, her breathing was already heavy and she moaned with expectation.
Ivy did not hesitate, it had been far too long for both of them and slipped one long finger into Harley who collapsed back on the table, arms above her head and let out a long moan as the finger slipped easily into her, then bent slightly connecting with the hard ribbed area above her entrance. Ivy leaned in her tongue running along Harley's labia, further up and finding the hard little nub of her clitoris, her first playful lick causing Harley's legs to spasm and for her to cry out in pleasure with little yips and gasps.
Harley thought she was going to explode her whole body was on fire , all that remained of her outfit were her elbow length mismatched red and black gloves and the wisp of fabric that made up her plaid, pleated skirt yet her body felt suffocated, the air about her had been cool but was now too thick and cloying. Her pale chest was a deep crimson above her breasts which she now cupped and pulled on her hard nipples. Harley's hips had started to grind and gyrate creating an ebb and flow effect of Ivy's tongue on her clitoris. Ivy reacted swiftly remaining still letting her lover to continue to her destination. Ivy could taste Harley's juices on her tongue could feel the slickness of her chin as she moved her head slowly back, her finger was nothing more than a wet, sticky mess still buried inside of Harley with a shuddering moan that started low and increased rapidly, Harley reached her crescendo with a shuddering groan, her legs kicked mindlessly and her buttocks lifted from the table as her orgasm ignited.
Words had become meaningless between them now, Harley sat up and then stepped, unsteadily off the table, her legs still shaking from her orgasm and Ivy was already removing her own clothes. A green unitard that was more see thru than Pamela Isley would have dared worn, but that was just one of the many allures of Poison Ivy. Compared to Harley, Ivy's breasts were immense. Heavy pale green globes of flesh topped with dark, almost bark in colour areola and thick nipples, mother earth made flesh. Underwear was nothing to Ivy and as the Unitard dropped to the dirt littered floor her full bush a blazing red that matched her hair became visible. Ivy opened her mouth to speak but Harley moved quickly, grabbing Ivy who gasped and spinning her around. Her hands reached out grasping a table opposite and stopping her from falling any further.
Harley reached round, her hands hardly able to maintain the heavy hanging flesh that was Ivy's breasts. The hard, thick nipples pressed against her palms as she squeezed hard eliciting another gasp from Ivy. Harley's orgasm was still producing aftershocks throughout her body as she leaned against Ivy, feeling her hot skin against her own. She squeezed the breasts again and pushed her sex against Ivy's ample backside. Harley knelt down, eager to reciprocate the pleasure that Ivy had just given her, she buried her face deep into the warmth, she could smell her deeply and her tongue found the taste of her woody and arousing as it darted between thick labia.
Ivy pushed back, moaning out as tongue was replaced with fingers a louder moan followed as she felt Harley's tongue probing her anus. She wanted to reach around to let Harley feel her hand on her head but she was scared of letting go of the table and collapsing into a quivering pile. Ivy ground down onto Harley, tongue pushing into her anus as fingers darted back and forth slick with her juices. Ivy's moaning turned to a sudden gasp as Harley delivered a sudden stinging slap to one ample bottom cheek. "That's for Bob," Harley said in a husky voice, another slap on the other cheek and another gasp from Ivy, "That one was for not calling me."
With the fingers of one hand slipping in and out of Ivy one moment, the next toying with her clitoris Harley's other hand delivered stinging smacks to each cheek until the skin had reddened. Ivy's legs shook and her knees threatened to give way at any moment. Harley smacked Ivy's cheeks one last time, the hand remaining on her bare rump feeling it's warmth before sliding between them, finding her puckered anus and pushed a finger in. Ivy turned her head, red hair matted to her forehead and her pale cheeks rosy with colour, "please," she pleaded to Harley and bit her full bottom lip as the fingers in her sex gave way to Harleys tongue and mouth.
Ivy turned back and lowered her head and ground down further adding a little more pressure onto Harley's her head her hips pushing back forcing Holly's tongue firmly into her while a finger danced on her clitoris. "Fuck!" Ivy exclaimed one hand pulling at her right nipple as she closed in on her orgasm. Ivy's hips bucked back her cry loud in the abandoned lab. Harley's thumb moved slowly back and forth in her tight anus as the lone finger on Ivy's clitoris tipped her over the edge. Moans and cries mixed with husky breaths and yelps as Ivy came to a shuddering orgasm that travelled through her exploding in muscles and travelling across her skin in tiny electrical currents that intensified across her hardened, sensitive nipples that left them tingling.
The floor was dirty, covered in debris and probably droppings from rodents but with Harley curled up next to her with one hand cupping one of Ivy's heavy pale green breasts Ivy did not care in the least. The silence was broken when Harley finally spoke, "You didn't get me all the way here just so we could screw. What's your real angle?"
Ivy smiled and gave a soft chuckle, "I have a plan," Harley groaned loudly and sat up, Ivy sighed at losing the warm hand on her breast. "It's a good one, I promise."
Harley was on her feet, she bent over gathering her clothes and Ivy felt herself tingle deep down at the sight of Harleys round backside, smooth and toned and within easy reach if she dared to reach out. "Not this time Ivy, two years." Harley stood up straight her clothes a messy bundle in her arms as she turned around. "I have been outta jail for two years, Mister J's been real good to me even the Bats has cut me a little slack." Harley dumped her cloths on the work bench and grabbed the neon pink thong from the pile, she tottered on one stocking clad foot as she tried to slip it on while she spoke, "Whatever the plan is, count me out." She put her foot down and lifted the second foot feeding the thong onto it while staring at Ivy.
"You haven't even heard my plan yet," she leaned on her elbows, hoping that the sight of her naked body and heavy breasts was enough to slow Harley down from storming out.
"I know your plan, it's the same plan as everyone else's," Harley grabbed her plaid skirt and muttered a profanity as her own gloves fell to the ground. "You want to kill batman,"
"No not this time." This made Harley stop in her tracks, "I have a much better idea." She held out one hand and Harley helped her to her feet. "We've all tried to kill him, I want to embarrass him, show the world that he is just like every other man, weak and base in his desires." She put a hand on Harley's bare shoulder and walked slowly behind her. "You see the Riddler has it right. He never plans on killing Batman he enjoys tormenting him, trying to make him look stupid. If it weren't for his massive Ego, he could have finished Batman off years ago."
Ivy's hands ran down Harley's arms and moved in, cupping her slender waist just above her thong. "What did you mean when you said desires?" Harley asked.
Ivy pulled herself in closer, her breasts squishing into Harley's back she smiled as Harley pushed back acceptingly, "Just that my dear. He is not really a Bat, just a man in a silly costume."
Harley gave a loud whip crack bark of a laugh, "He's not the only one!"
"Very true, that costume has a weakness, the man inside it. What does Batman have in common with every other man?" Ivy's question was met with a shrug, "He has a cock. And cocks tend to get men into trouble, a lot."
Harley turned around, it was like being in a permanent state of arousal when she was around Ivy, even now, with talk of the Batman and her crazy plan all Harley wanted to do was spread Ivy on the work table and bury her face between her legs. "You want him to have sex?" Ivy nodded in reply, "I am going to dislike this next question but, who with?"
"You!" Ivy replied and Harley's laugh peeled out loud and clear.
"Oh honey, the Batman won't go near my merchandise," Harley leaned in and whispered into Ivy's ear, "I'm one of the bad guys remember?"
Ivy nodded, "exactly, what better way to show the Batman for what he is, buried deep inside one of the people he claims to oppose. No amount of talk would get him out of that jam. He would be ridiculed by all, made a mockery of and shown to be nothing more than weak pathetic man like all the others."
"You're talking about a sex tape." Harley shook her head, "that's crazy."
"Exactly, it's too crazy, too stupid and too childish. He wouldn't see it coming from criminal masterminds, no we all do things on a grand scale," Ivy began to pace back and forth as she spoke, "and he catches us every single time. We escape and do it all over again like trained simians."
Harley wanted to reiterate the whole crazy thing again but found she was nodding slowly and agreeing with what Ivy was saying. It was true, even now Joker was planning a heist of his own involving exploding birthday cakes and a trap for his old friend the Batman, a grand scheme to stoke his own inflated ego, he was playing to type, "Ego," Harley said and Ivy smiled wide, "Put ego aside and do something different, something so simple..."
"He wouldn't see it coming." They said in unison.

Gotham City, 12:59am
Above the streets of Gotham a figure sat hunched in the dark, hardly moving except for its head as it scanned the city streets below. It was a man that had brought fear to the criminals of Gotham who, for the most part had the Gotham Police Department brought and paid for. But He was above that, He had shown the criminals that not all of Gotham would lie down and take a beating, to the police He had become an embarrassment, catching criminals and stopping crimes at an alarming rate that made the mayor and other officials of Gotham question their ability to Police. He had become a symbol for hope to the many that walked the streets below him, a fearful symbol, a bat, a Batman.
Cramp was the worst part of all this Bruce said to himself, he sat stock still hunched over watching the street lamp lit roads and walkways of Gotham city ten storeys beneath him. He slowly risked stretching one leg out, wincing in pain as the cramp dug in deep one black clad arm reaching out to steady the bulk of his armored body. Bruce stretched his toes feeling the relief almost straight away with a sigh he moved his leg back into position. It was closing in on one in the morning the moon was full which meant he had little need for night vision. His ear piece buzzed with police radio chatter, small crimes and domestic arguments summed up the night.
Without taking his eyes off the street below Bruce reached across to his wrist and tapped a quick familiar code, the radio chatter died immediately and a double click a second or two later confirmed he had made a clear connection, "Alfred, looks like I get to have a lie in this morning."
"That is a rather uncommon occurrence during a full moon sir." The Wayne families Butler Alfred replied.
Bruce had to admit for a full moon Batman had seen little trouble. The crazies always enjoyed the full moon and to type always decided it was the best time to come out and play. Bruce rose up, his hooded figure cut a dramatic vision to anyone who was watching, the Batman still caused kids to gasp and cheer and adults to do the same with equal gusto. He was a symbol of hope that Gotham needed, but Batman still needed to sleep. "I'm coming in." He tapped his wrist again cutting the feed, a second later the police band came back with an alarming amount of noise and chaos almost deafening him.

"Come on Bullock!" Travis shouted from the driver's seat of his car, he had already stuck the blazing blue bubble to the roof the moment the radio erupted. Now he sat impatiently waiting on his partner Harvey Bullock to get his ass out of the coffee shop. "Finally!" he snapped as the bear of a man came stumbling out of the coffee shop with two over flowing cups that splashed over his bare hands causing him to swear and toss the Styrofoam cups to the ground.
"God damn it, what is it?" Harvey shouted in anger as he trotted over to the car.
"We got a Terrorist attack at the chemical plant." Travis said gunning the engine as Bullock got in. He tossed a hastily scribbled note onto Bullocks lap, "A toxin has been used to take out the guards, don't know if they are alive or dead, but one guy managed to get the call out before he got caught."
Bullock scanned the short hand note, just about making out what had been said. "Says here one perp?" Travis nodded, as Bullock slowly read on he groaned audibly, "female, red hair, green in colour...ah Christ what is it with these costume freaks?"
Travis laughed and looked in his rear view mirror, "Speaking of which."
Bullock had no need to look behind them, the noise was loud and building in ferocity was all the clues he needed to guess who was coming up behind them. He could feel the engines rumble in his bones, it made his head hurt the louder it got. He looked out of his window just as the black car sped past causing Travis to suddenly veer into another lane before quickly righting himself. "Fucking Batman, that's just great." Bullock grabbed the radio transmitter with one fat hand, his eyes remaining on the tail lights of the rapidly dwindling car. "Dispatch this is Bullock, wake up old man Gordon will ya'?"
Travis spared a quick glance over at his partner, "Why you getting the Commissioner up?"
"Because I need to know if I can shoot that creep on sight this time instead of yelling stop at him again." Bullock replied slamming the radio transmitter down.

Gotham Axis Chemical Plant 1:40am
The Gotham Chemical plant was treated almost like the cities dirty little secret, crossing the Vincefinckel Bridge brought you out to an old wooded area a quick drive brought you to the smog and fume enshrouded plant. The ground around it arid and dead, it lived up to being Gotham's dirty little secret well. The Batmobile ploughed down a gentle sloping hill, lights off and foot held high above the accelerator as Batman looked beyond the windshield at the already arrived police vehicles, two swat vans and five police cars, with more arriving from the north and across the bridge behind the Batmobile.
A small access road appeared to Batman's right and without hesitation he turned into it hundred meters down he came to a stop and killed all power. The full moon was not a problem now that heavy cloud had rolled in casting moving shadows across the field between Batman and the chemical plant. He approached quickly, the weight of his black body armor suddenly forgotten as his training kicked in. Police officers were already fanning out around the plant, stopping anyone leaving or entering. Batman crouched down, night vision on picking out the ethereal shapes of armed officers moving with little grace and flashlights that would leave them night blind. After a minute the sporadic movement calmed down and he picked the perfect spot to climb the chain link fence.
Officer Warren had only been a Gotham City law enforcer for a year and in that time had never seen the Batman. He had heard the stories, what rookie didn't? His son always asked him when he came home after his shift "Daddy did you see him? The Batman was he there." The reply was always "No," yet his six year old would ask him again the next day with the same excitement.
So it was with surprise that he lifted his torch at the sight of the man who suddenly came leaping out of the tall brush not more than ten feet from him. Officer Warren lifted his torch the light picking out pointed ears, a long cape and a face half covered by a black mask. The idea of who it was registered but long after the torch in Officer Warren's hand shattered suddenly causing him to drop it with a gasp. The man pushed him aside with one black gloved hand, the sharp teeth on it catching some shirt and ripping it then he was over the fence with fluid ease and lost in the shadows of the chemical plant. Officer Warren reached up to his chest and pressed the side of his radio transmitter, "This is ah, this is Officer Randy Warren and well...you see...Batman's here he's just gone into the plant." he depressed the switch then looked at the rip in his shirt his son would go bananas over this.
Gordon rubbed his finger and thumb either side of the bridge of his nose, eyes closed as the rookie ended his transmission, "What was wrong with my instructions to keep people out, especially the Batman?" the officers around him looked at one another and shrugged.
One Captain cleared his throat then said, "Well it's not the first time Commissioner, who knows maybe he can stop her."
Jim Gordon rounded on the Captain, "That's my point, it should be us in there stopping her not Him." he had spent yesterday afternoon in the mayor's office listening to the man rant on and on about how The Batman was not actually helping but hindering the G.C.P.D. The conversation had been terse and not always profanity free and Gordon had gotten the distinct feeling that the Mayor was getting pressure from elsewhere. Three hours later he had been given his only overriding order, The Batman was to become Gotham’s mot wanted and that the G.C.P.D needed to start catching criminals once more. "Get the swat teams in there," he spun back around to a map of the chemical plant that was spread out on the hood of a police cruiser, "Alpha team in the rear and Bravo team providing distraction going in through the front."
The blaring car horn made Gordon turn around again, the brown sedan skidding to a halt and the unmistakable overweight figure of Harvey bullock stepped out of the passenger seat, "Gordon, dispatch told me you were here, you move quick for an old guy." He said as he approached.
Gordon clenched his jaw, his teeth snapping together as he tried to calm himself down over this man's lack of respect for him, "No Bullock, you're just slow, as usual."
Bullock thumbed behind him, "Blame it on twinkle toes there, he didn't want to be speeding on the Bridge." Bullock pushed past the small group of officers, ignoring their tuts and hard stares. He looked down at the map on the hood of the car, "Is he here yet?" Gordon looked up at him, "Batman is he here?" Gordon nodded and Bullock pulled his revolver free of its holder. He had already heard from one of his sources that the Mayor had asked for Batman to be put down, he was now just wondering if Old man Gordon would have the balls to give the order.
"Both teams have the order to shoot on sight," Gordon wanted to wipe the big fat smile off of Bullocks face it was a shit eating grin from the worst cop on the payroll. Bullock barged past the officers again and made his way round the patrol car heading towards the entrance to the chemical plant. "Where the hell are you going?" Gordon shouted after him.
"I'm going to kill me a bat!" Bullock shouted over his shoulder.
"Shouldn't we stop him sir?" the police Captain asked.
Gordon shook his head, "No leave him to it, who knows he might just get caught in the crossfire," Gordon could not hide the small smile that was spreading beneath his moustache, "one less crooked cop to worry about." the officers around him exchanged guilty glances.

Inside Axis Chemicals,
Poison Ivy tapped her fingers impatiently on the guard rail of the platform she was standing on. The fumes in here were making her weak and sick. She had been here almost half an hour, the guards she had knocked out would not be bothering her, they still had a couple of hours to sleep off but they would be lucky to wake up at all if Ivy had her way.
She looked down again at the huge vats of chemicals, a disgusting mix of agents that would make more earth destroying plastics and other such rubbish that man would consume and chuck aside without any regrets. It was an irony that what she sought something so natural, would be found in a lab in such a desecration of Gaia as this chemical plant. Ivy could not help herself and reached into the small bag strapped to her waist, brushing past a smooth box with a switch to the vial that was her true reason for being here, her fingers ran across the smooth glass. "Oh what fun we are going to have my little Harley Quinn." Ivy mused to herself.
"Waiting for someone?" The gruff voice broke her out of her trance and caused her to spit angrily at her own weakness. Batman was crouched on the platform his feet curled beneath him on the guard rail, sitting there like a bird of prey. "An odd place for a first date isn't?"
Poison Ivy laughed, "Honey for odd people like us this is perfect." She had hardly finished the sentence when he leapt forward with blinding speed. Arms thrust forward to grab her, Ivy leaned back her body slipping over the guard rail sending her into free fall, the rope that held her to the rail pulling taunt at the last second, almost snapping a rib but allowing her to land with some grace onto the metal grated floor beneath. She looked up at the masked face staring down at her as she cut the rope free, "Need to be faster than that Batman." She hurried further along the walkway between the giant green vats, the sound of heavy boots landing behind her echoing off the vats as she moved swiftly.
She turned one corner then doubled back behind the vats, slapping small devices to the individual vats as she went, a red light blinking to life as they stuck. She went to stick the last device but a heavy hand from the shadows reached our wrapping round her wrist and tightening like a vice. Ivy was prepared and lifted her head, face to face with the Batman. The spoors on her lips quivered as she puckered up then blew them off gently right into his face.
It was as she did this she noticed the funny mask that now covered the Bats mouth, the spoors landing harmlessly on the breathing apparatus, she let out a hiss and felt a stinging blow on her face as he slapped her, "You're not supposed to hit a lady," she spat out.
"You're no lady," he replied sounding metallic and amplified. It was all the time she needed, her legs wrapped around his arm that still held her hand, she yelled and spun pulling him from his feet, unsteady with the sudden change in tactics from her. She landed hard on her back feeling the jolt of a joint in the Bats arm popping and the unmistakable gasp of pain from behind the mask, she scrambled to her feet and darted away from him. She watched him scramble to his feet, his arm dangling in a bad way. "Why were you waiting for me?"
Poison Ivy had the story laid out, and most of it was true as well, "Because I wanted you to see who has bested you for the last time." Ivy held up the detonator from her little bag, "no countdown, no wires to cut, I hit the switch the place goes up in flames. Batman dies and the sins of Gotham are paid for."
"Sins of Gotham?" he asked and moved one foot forward.
"This plant is a curse on Gaia it expels more toxins than most third world countries. It kills without mercy the life that Gaia has nurtured." Ivy could feel herself getting into the speech a little too much, ego was a terrible thing and she so desperately needed to stay on the right side of it. The Batman was creeping forward, clearly hoping that Ivy would be distracted in her proclamation, a few more steps was all she needed from him. "One flick of the switch and this place burns to the ground and Gaia can reclaim it once more." Her speech was done and yet he lingered, perhaps she had done more damage to him than she had realized. No matter.
His arm throbbed, it was not fractured just dislocated and severely pulled but that was bad enough. He hopped Ivy had more to say, the swat team was only just getting into the room now. If her detonator really did set the explosives off instantly then everyone was as good as dead. Ivy looked up at the sound of running feet above her and he leapt forward, good arm reaching out grabbing her hand, putting his finger between hers and the switch. "Not this time Ivy," he said.
"Sorry honey, this time indeed." She jolted forward her head connecting with his hard mask it sent her flying back but also separated the two of them. Blood was already running from the open wound on her head, looking almost black in the gloom, she smiled in victory and hit the button. And hit again and again...nothing. Ivy screamed in anger and fled down the walkway.
Ivy counted down the seconds in her head, the exit was just ahead but her vision was blurry, he had jumped her too quickly, the head-butt was ill advised but she had no breathing room for anything else. She deserved an Oscar for her scream of betrayal too, but the acceptance speech would have to wait, the exit was still twenty feet away and she had reached the five second mark, now four seconds. The swat team was screaming out, she could hear gun fire yet she felt not a single bullet graze past her or bounce of the metal walkway beneath her.
Two seconds...one second....detonate.
The blast knocked her off her feet, her head smacking off the walkway, her vision swam with black blooms as she scrabbled to find something to hold onto the floor tipped sideways, the metal buckling as the containers spilled their contents. The heat was intense, the soles of her feet burnt and the skin blistered, Ivy found a hand hold and pulled herself up, the whole room was ablaze the sprinkler system was on but the chemical flames were impervious to their weak spray. Ivy limped through the exit, the door no longer attached.
The Bat moved quickly up, his grappling gun putting another floor between him and the swat team before the explosions came. He had ducked as the first peal of bullets had thundered past him, the next wave held off as the swat leader screamed at his men not to shoot the vats, atleast one of them had some sense of their surroundings. On the gangway he could see Ivy down below running towards another exit, he started off and that was when the world exploded. The gangplank melted beneath him, had his grappling gun still not been in his hands he would have fallen into the inferno beneath him. He fired blindly hoping anywhere was safer than where he was.
Batman ended up just above the swat team, most of who were burning brightly and screaming their last breaths. He froze watching them unable to help he felt the anger surging through him at such a waste of life. The gangplank buckled with the heat and Batman grappled further down the room, moving as quickly as he could with one arm screaming with pain. Ivy was gone and right now he had no choice but to abandon the chase, if karma had its way she would find herself trapped somewhere watching the flames of her revenge approaching and then consuming her too.
Out of the vast room he found his feet again, concrete floor made moving quicker, the whole building shook as more explosions erupted behind him, the fire was burning fast and hard the whole plant would be an inferno in no time at all and he had to get out. The gunshot that hit him in the side sent him tumbling into a wall and crumpling to the floor.
"Oh yeah, freeze!" Bullock laughed, even though the place was going to burn down and he could feel the heat from down the corridor as well as the sight of chemical fires consuming all in their path. He strolled over to the fallen foe, his eyes stung with smoke and unknown toxins and his brain had started to do a jive in his skull, If the last thing he did on this earth was kill the Batman, he would die a happy man. "New rules Batman, you are no longer to be apprehended but shot on site as a danger to the civilians of Gotham City and surrounding boroughs." Bullock had even seen this via an email from another source; Gordon was releasing it in the morning, across the whole force. Bullock could see he had not killed the Bat outright, he still breathed, he could tell by his chest plate rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Sucks to be you right about now," his voice slurred and his own breathing now rasping, unaware of the nose bleed that had started to gush from both nostrils he lifted his service revolver and pointed straight at Batman's head.
The kick took Bullock off his feet, the motion making him jerk the trigger, the gun firing a bullet into the wall relieving Batman of one bat ear in the process. The chemical fire was destroying all in its path at a ferocious pace. Batman staggered up and kicked the revolver away. "You idiot the place is burning down," he growled at the slob of an officer, the response was a pool of yellow bile that he burped up.
There was an office across the way, a big window that looked out at the woodlands in the distance, at the moment though black smoke hid the view. Even though the man had shot him, he lifted him from the ground and dragged him into the office, if it were not for his gas mask the fumes would have laid him unconscious too, with his last store of strength, he screamed loudly, the breathing apparatus, amplifying it and warping it into a scream from hell itself as Batman launched himself through the window.
Gordon could not believe what he was hearing then seeing. At first Alpha team had decided that Batman was the main target not Poison Ivy and had begun firing on him, Gordon was holding the radio up to his mouth to get them back on track when the explosion made him drop the transmitter. Within one minute one side of the plant had gone up in flames and smoke, the rest of the plant was following quickly behind. Some officers had gone in after Bullock and had managed to locate the security guards who were being dragged out when the explosion happened now they half dragged, half ran the limp bodies as quickly away as possible, fellow officers running to help.
Gordon was speechless he had never seen anything quite like it, had his swat team caused this? He hoped to God they were not at fault. Around him men were running back and forth, cars reversing making way for the fire engines that were moments ago only there as a precaution, now called into action. "Commissioner we need to get your men back, the fumes from that thing are going to get very nasty."
Gordon railed on the fire chief, "I have men in there," He could see by the look on the chief's face that whoever was in there was as good as dead.
A window exploded somewhere followed by shouts and calls. An officer scurried over to Gordon with a service pistol drawn, "Sir we have Batman,"
Gordon had seen the Batman in better condition, currently he was crouched down, cape smoking, an ear missing and an arm that had seen better days. It took Gordon a second to register the unmoving form of Harvey Bullock just in front of the Bat. "What on earth?" Gordon exclaimed.
"He came through that window sir, carrying Bullock." A faceless officer called from the crowd that had their guns pointed at the Bat, he could see red eyes and hear harsh coughing, someone being sick followed by another, one officer stumbled then fell to his knees. The smoke was toxic as hell, yet his men were trying to do their job.
"Lower your guns," Gordon growled, at first no one moved, "Lower them dammit!" he shouted and the guns slowly lowered. Gordon stepped forward, the heat of the blaze on his face making him squint. "The next time we see you it is shoot on sight, do I make myself clear?" Gordon could feel the eyes of the Bat boring into him; the single nod was a relief. Swiftly, but again not as swift as he once was the Batman stood and moved off, disappearing through a ripped hole in the chain link fence. "Get Bullock to an ambulance. Then all of you get the hell out of her before we all die." Gordon shouted over the roaring flames. He did not need to look back to know his orders were being followed.
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