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Her Black Orchid

Flora_Winters

I do not own anything that has to do with the Batman universe. I’m not making any money here. I’m just having fun with my favorite villainess.

Summary: Venom and poisons are her weapons and all that which blossoms are her faithful pets. What if Pamela Isley, the Mother of The Green, had given birth to a son? Will his mother’s wickedness bloom with acidic thorns in his heart? Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP

Chapter One

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic, I’m slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

--Britney Spears

In the past

Silky strands of crimson aurora billowed around a smooth face of glacial feminine beauty. The smile on those perfectly carved lips was malicious and full of deadly venom. One small peck or simple kiss could drop any man or woman on their faces.

Robin knew he was in a thorny pit of trouble as he fought with the snapping and hissing vines that were rendering him immobile. He was practically dangling spread eagled in the air. It was a good thing he really flexible or this could have been a most painful experience, however embarrassing it already was.

“You picked the wrong garden to nest in, little Robin,” the vibrant Goddess snickered, looking at him with the greenest of eyes. They reminded him of molten emeralds in sunlight. “Where is your other winged companion?”

Robin didn’t answer her. Bruce had warned him that Poison Ivy was most capricious. She could be sweet one moment and wild raving mad the next. Her moods were twisted and unpredictable.

“Does your youthful body warm to me, little birdie?” She asked, walking towards him in skintight green leather and sharp heels that could snap spines. Her movements were graceful and her curves seductive. “Has your young flesh ever known the sweet touch of a woman who is literally to die for?”

He gulped, feeling a bead of sweat roll down his cheek. Now he was really afraid.

Where the hell was Batman? Was he watching this? Was he being punished for not waiting like he was supposed to be doing?

A shimmering violet mist was blown into his face. It smelled sweeter than a toxic jungle and his skin grew hot and needy as he unfortunately breathed more of it in.

“Well?” She asked him in a purr, having the vines lower him just a bit. “Do you want to romp with pure poison, boy?”

He shivered and trembled as her hands played along his chest. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. His body was betraying how he really felt.

Okay, you’ve made your point, Bruce! You can come save me from Poison Barbie now!

“If I was to scratch your cheek right here,” she smiled with straight and flawlessly white teeth, tapping his tan cheek with her pretty index finger. “This whole side of your face would rot off in a matter of moments.”

Bruce! Robin was mentally screaming at the top of his teenage lungs, fighting to stay as calm as humanly possible without pissing himself. Those nails were fucking sharp. They looked like painted daggers. I’ll blow you big time if you get me the hell out of this mess! I should’ve listened to you! I’m sorry! Are you happy now? I’ve learned my lesson!

“Your silence is really starting to concern me, birdie,” Venomous Barbie said, moving in closer on her prey. “It makes me wonder if Batman has partnered up with a mute idiot.”

Robin felt his nostrils flare in outrage. Oh, he wanted to call her a psychotic bitch twat from hell and pull her frilly red hair out by its poisonous roots. That would seriously teach her a lesson or three. You don’t fuck with The Robin.

“Batman!” Ivy called out, pushing him away with incredible strength. “Come out and face me, you drooling mammal!”

The obedient vines carried him back, leaving him dangling by the wrists over a pool of water below his booted feet. He bit his bottom lip. That crazy bitch had made him all hard and hurting. He was going to get her down and pluck out all her nose hairs one at a time for even daring to try and make him hetero.

“Are you so impotent you have to send teeny boppers to fetch my attention?” She asked. Her back was to him and she sounded livid. “Or do you just like seeing little boys in tight pants?”

“Hey!” Robin yelled down at her, kicking his legs, struggling to get free. The vines only tightened around his wrists. “Who’re you calling a little boy?”

She spun around, looking up at him with a delicately cocked brow. “The little brat who is at my mercy,” she said, pointing up at him with a frightening smirk. “Now shut your face before I allow my pets to rape your every orifice before tearing you apart.”

His jaw dropped. The redheaded bitch was insane. Oh, he was going to bitchslap her across the head with a can of weed killer. That would make her sorry and then he would spray her with it, too. That would make her double sorry.

“Batman!” She yelled. “I’m going to count to three and then bugs will soon be making love to your boyfriend’s corpse!”

“You pollinated whore!” Robin shouted down at her. “I’m going to kick your petal white ass with your own heels!”

He began struggling even harder to get loose.

“Let me down, you thorny slut! I’ll learn you!”

“That’s enough, Robin,” a deep voice echoed from all around the botanical garden. “There is no need to call a lady such vulgar names.”

“What lady?” Robin yelled. “Point her out and I’ll kiss her ass in apology!”

A dark shape dropped down before the acidic beauty, causing her to take a step backwards. It was Batman in all his dark and masculine glory.

“Now you’re going to get it, Petal Pussy!” Robin shouted. “Kick her ass into mulch, Batman!”

Ivy giggled. It was soft and girlish.

“You certainly know how to pick them, Batman,” the green Goddess teased. “Is he this crude and vicious when under the mercy of your naked body?”

“Shut up!” Robin seethed. “Don’t you dare talk to him like that!”

“Tell your meat to shut his mouth,” Ivy commanded. “Or I’ll have my poisonous vines to squeeze him to death with their ravenous thorns.”

“Robin,” Batman told him. “Kindly do as Demeter says.”

Robin bit his tongue. The vines were coiling all around him. He simply glared daggers at the witch.

“Unlike your toy, Batman,” Ivy smiled. “You always call me such pretty names.”

“Well,” Batman said, cocking his head to the side. “A beautiful woman should be called by pretty names.”

Poison Ivy danced around in graceful circles. She moved like a nymph from myth. It made Robin jealous. Why didn’t Bruce ever look at him with eyes like that? He was graceful and younger than that tramp.

“Let Robin go, Venus,” Batman said to her in gentle tones. “And I’ll walk with you in your little paradise.”

Venus? He called her Venus? Robin was fuming. He’d be damned if he allowed Bruce to walk anywhere with that heinous trollop.

“Would you really?” Ivy asked, leaning back against a tree. It burst into bloom for her. “And how do I know you won’t merely flap off to roost with the little birdie the moment I do?”

Robin watched Batman take off one of his black leather gauntlets. What the hell was he doing?

“Here,” Batman said, holding out his large hand for her to take hold of. “You can hold my hand. Just let Robin go without hurting him.”

Robin was practically grinding his teeth together. He would hold hands with that vile troll, but not make a tiny move on him? Oh, he hated vagina. He loathed its awesome power over the male mind.

He suddenly felt himself being lowered to the ground as he watched the poisonous weed take hold of his man’s hand. The vines let him go, dropping him into the warm pool of water with a splash. He came up gasping for breath.

The bitch was giggling at him.

KILL! KILL! KILL!

“Oops,” she said, running her fingers through her lustrous hair. “Sorry, kiddo.”

DIE! DIE! DIE!

“Robin,” Batman said. “Go home.”

He just looked up at him. What the hell?

“Batman?” He asked, climbing out of the water and onto the bank.

“Do it,” Batman said. “You’ve done quite enough for one night.”

He couldn’t believe it. Batman was sending him away.

Ivy waved. “Buh-bye, little birdie.”

MAIM! MAIM! MAIM!

“Go home,” Batman repeated, turning with Ivy.

“Don’t let him have to tell you again, boy,” Ivy said from over her slender shoulder as the trees began to sway and move to her voice. “My compassion is perpetually fleeting.”

Batman nodded. “You have my hand, Blossoming One. Won’t you lead me to your flowery bower?”

Robin was gnashing his teeth so violently, he felt like they were going to shatter in his head. Blossoming One? Bruce had called her Blossoming One?

“Fine,” he hissed through gritted teeth, watching Petal’s stroll off with his guy.

He got to his feet. His boots were filled with water. He took several breaths, wishing he had a knife on him. He’d run and stab the bitch right between her shoulder blades.

“Fine,” he whispered to the watching trees. “Whatever…”

He slowly walked off into the dancing shadows of the blooming green, heading for the way he had snuck in. He’d do what Bruce ordered. He didn’t want to piss him off even more.

Batman had rescued him without using violence. He obviously knew what he was doing.

He ignored the tear that was trailing down his cheek as he climbed his way back up the metal ladder.

Bruce knew how to handle Ivy. He had made that abundantly clear.

“I let him down.”

He crawled back through the vent, heading for the roof.

“I acted just like a stupid kid.”

He crawled out and took off running.

~*~

“Pamela?” Bruce asked as the flowering vines coiled around him in a most playful manner. “What fun game are we playing exactly? Are there any rules I should know about?”

He was so happy that Dick was okay. He had been frightened there for a moment. Ivy was as unpredictable as an earthquake.

He knew he had hurt Dick’s tender feelings and his large ego, but at least he was now out of Green Death’s venomous talons. He would make it up to him later. He would extend his weekend curfew by an hour and up his weekly allowance. That would make him forgive him anything, but first he would tell him off for not waiting for his signal. As long as Dick was safe then that was all that mattered. He could handle the rest.

“You’re such a powerful male, Batman,” Ivy said. All manner of wild and exotic flowers were blooming where she sat. “You’re simply the best.”

He smiled at her. “Thank you, Pamela.”

“You’re intelligent,” she said, crawling towards him, leaving a trail of flowers in her wake. “You defeat and punish all your enemies.”

He nodded. “And does that upset you, Goddess?”

His back was resting against the broad trunk of a weeping willow. The vines were not tight, but he knew they could instantly be so if he made any sudden movements. At the moment he acted the prey. He would allow Ivy to play the Bat-Eating Spider Queen.

She sat between his muscular thighs on her knees, looking into his eyes. She picked up his large naked hand, pressing the warm palm to her soft cheek.

“You’re so kind to me, Batman,” she smiled, being extra careful with how she touched his exposed flesh. “You call me by such pretty names and still treat me like I have feelings.”

He ran his hand through her soft hair. She smelled like a red rose in full bloom.

“I desire something of you, Batman,” she said, putting her hands on his thighs.

He felt heat rise in his face and fought to stay calm. Her intoxicating scent was suddenly filling, clouding his mind. He was too close. Foolish! The vines were tight, restraining him.

“Something only you are worthy of giving me,” she told him, putting a hand to his front, feeling him.

He nearly yelped in surprise but held it at bay. Poison Ivy was massaging his man root.

“What?” He managed to ask, feeling his body react to her advances.

“I desire your seed,” she told him, filling his face with shimmering mist from her gorgeous mouth.

He was too high to resist and his body was on fire with need. He had been so foolish. Her smell was blinding him, making his mind cry out for that hand to rub him harder.

He could see her smiling. Her face was so luminous and beautiful. He could feel his boots being removed.

More sweet smelling pheromones filled his nostrils and pleasurable darkness subdued him as the Goddess of the Green came upon him.

To Be Continued

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