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Dark Harvest	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 81655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Superman, Poison Ivy, Justice League or related characters and am not making a profit from this story. The characters are owned by DC Comics.

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Dark Harvest

Chapter 2: Reunion

Written and Edited by R.S.

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“Well hello, lover. It’s been a while.” she purred. “How about a kiss?”

The sound of her seductive voice sent a shiver coursing down his spine and into to his very core. Flashes of the nightmare he’d had flipped through his brain but he shoved them away. Powerful pheromones were radiating off her in waves, assaulting his mind and judgment. Concentration was becoming a luxury.

Ivy cocked her head to the side and smiled. “After all you seemed to enjoy it so much the last time.”

Superman couldn’t help but steal a glance at her sensual lips as the tip of her tongue briefly slid tantalizingly between them. She smelled absolutely heavenly, as if she had somehow combined the scents of the most exotic and fragrant flowers in existence. A couple wayward strands of her flowing, luxurious scarlet hair lay delicately on her cheek.

His eyes seemed to keep wandering on their own accord as he carefully drank in the exquisite sight of Ivy’s magnificent body. She was a statuesque goddess made flesh. Her leafy green bustier showed off a teasing amount of her generous cleavage and clung tightly to her slender, curvy waist. The villainess’s long, shapely legs were sculpted and silky smooth all the way down to her dainty bare feet. For some reason he noticed her toe and finger nails were painted a fetching forest green.

“Not in a talking mood then?” she asked, snapping him from a daze. “Well just as soon as I‘m done here I‘ll have to be on my way again. I‘m a busy woman you know.”

“You aren’t going anywhere except back to Arkham, Ivy” he said firmly.

“Am I? Oh dear,” she said pouting her sultry lips. “Whatever is a poor girl to do against the big, strong superhero?”

To his surprise she turned back around to the myriad of vials and continued to take her time selecting and placing them into the briefcase as if she were grocery shopping. A soft tune filled the air as she hummed quietly to herself. It was as if he wasn’t even there. The villainess’s nonchalant dismissal sent an unexpected flush of anger over him.

“I’ve had enough with the games,” he barked. “If you go quietly then things will be a lot easier for you.”

She carefully locked the latches on the briefcase and faced him once again.

“But where would the fun be in that? You see I‘m just getting started.”

Ivy sauntered up to him, her curvy hips swinging seductively from side to side, and slowly traced a finger around the “S” shield on his barrel chest. He hesitated, her pheromones a battering ram against his senses, while her exploring fingers moved downward to play over his well defined abs.

“Mmm…such an impressive physique. I remember it quite well from that wonderfully wild night we shared,” the villainess uttered thoughtfully. “How about that kiss, lover? Have you changed your mind?”

Her piercing emerald eyes gazed up at him questioningly. It felt like they were staring a hole straight through his soul. She was so achingly beautiful, like an innocent angel, though he knew better. But…how could she possibly be evil? And her generous offer seemed harmless and was so enticingly close.

Superman’s mouth had become a barren desert and there was a heavy haze settling in his mind. She smiled invitingly at him and drew closer, pressing her firm breasts against his body. The feeling of her nipples against his chest and the sight of her cleavage being pressed together was mesmerizing.

At 6’4” he was over a head taller than her but she raised up on tip toes until she was mere centimeters away.

“You do want to kiss me, don’t you?” she asked, gently brushing the tip of her finger over his lips. “You know I can make you feel sooo good, Superman.”

His brain was desperately fighting toward reason. The inner voice of his mind was screaming a warning he knew couldn’t be ignored. Words tumbled out of his mouth before he could act.

“I…I…want…”

With a Herculean effort he tore himself away and quickly took a few steps back out of the intense, immediate area of her powers. The confusing fog lifted considerably as did the warm fuzziness in his body. It seemed that even with his enhanced metabolism, the longer he was in her presence the stronger the pheromone’s influence became. He could scarcely believe he had allowed her to get so close. Though there was a world of difference between their power levels she was still incredibly dangerous.

“No, Ivy, your feminine wiles and tricks aren’t going to work on me again. And I remember that night quite differently. You used me as a weapon against one of my closest friends. I came this close to smashing him into the pavement with a car because of you so I‘m going to have to refuse your little offer.”

“A pity,” she remarked, strolling toward the large pane glass windows. “Though before I’m done with you I’ll have you begging me for a lot more than a kiss.”

As she motioned toward the sixth story window, a huge twelve inch wide green vine slithered its way through and stopped at her feet. There were large beautifully colored buds sprouting out from the enormous tendril. It waited patiently as Ivy stepped on to it, even bending and folding parts of itself to serve as foot and hand holds for her.

“I’ll be seeing you around, Boy Scout” she said with a teasing grin.

Superman was at her side in an instant and firmly clamped down on her wrist.

“I’m not letting you get away.”

In response the vine seemed to almost growl in anger. It shook disturbingly and quickly wrapped around his bicep and constricted as if trying to restrain him.

“My babies don’t like it when you touch their mother,” Ivy declared defiantly.

Superman glanced down at the overgrown weed as it tried to yank him away. The sentient plant possessed impressive strength but was nowhere near approaching a level to hinder a Kryptonian.

“You’re kidding right?” he asked completely unalarmed.

There was a crisp snap as he pulled his arm back, easily severing the vine. But as he did so one of the blue basketball sized buds promptly exploded in his face, showering him in a thick cloud of blue, green dust. He recoiled and backed up several steps coughing heavily. Whatever the stuff was he had inadvertently inhaled most of it in. It blinded him and stung his nostrils and the back of his throat.

After wiping his eyes to clear his vision, he jutted his arms out to the side and whirled his entire body around at super speed forming a mini cyclone that vacuumed up the remaining dust cloud and directed it out of the building.

By the time Superman rocketed out the window into the night air, Ivy had already disappeared into the darkness. He touched back down in the lab just as Green Arrow and Black Canary padded into the room.

“Where’s Ivy?” Black Canary asked looking about the room. “You weren’t able to catch her?”

“No…“ he clenched his fist hard enough to crush granite. “…she got away.”

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“How did things go last night?” asked Lois, peeking out the bathroom door. “When I woke up you were gone. I assumed it was for some superheroing emergency.”

“It went okay, I guess. I ran in to Dinah and Ollie while I was out.”

The events of the previous night were still fresh in Clark’s mind as he buttoned his white dress shirt and got ready for work. He had been more than a bit embarrassed explaining to Black Canary and Green Arrow how Poison Ivy had managed to escape- though he didn‘t give every detail of their brief encounter. They had reassured him that they would be on the lookout for the villainess, but he knew they were wondering exactly what had really happened. Whatever she was planning had to be pretty wide scale considering the amount of materials she had stolen.

He thought it best to keep most of the details from Lois as well- at least until Ivy was securely locked away in Arkham again. As he finished tying his tie, the electronic ring of the phone snapped him from his reverie.

“Can you get that, Clark?” Lois shouted. “I’m still drying my hair.”

“Sure,” he answered.

He walked over to the beside table and picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

There was a slight pause on the other end then:

“Hello, Clark.”

His eyes widened in alarm and his blood turned to ice. That voice. It was impossible.

“Who is this?” he asked still not believing what he was hearing.

“You know who this is,” Ivy’s voice answered unmistakably. “Did you forget? I know everything about you, Clark, or should I say Superman?”

“I don’t know what you’re--”

“Come now, Superman, don’t insult my superior intelligence. It was good seeing you again last night though. Did you have as much fun as I did?”

The sound and timber of her voice was unmistakable- as was the condescending and arrogant tone. But there was no way she could’ve found out his secret identity. There quite a few superheroes that didn’t even know.

He slipped out the bedroom door, out of earshot of Lois, and began pacing the living room in a tight circle.

“How is this…how did find out?” he questioned confusedly.

She laughed mockingly, thoroughly enjoying possessing the upper hand.

“Oh, I know all your secrets. There is nothing you can keep from me, lover. I think I might share a few of them with certain “friends” of yours. What do you think about that?”

A wild panic spread over him. If someone like Luthor found out then everyone he cared for was in danger- Lois, his parents, Jimmy, everyone. There was literally dozens of psychos and super powered killers that would be chomping at the bit to have this information. And none of them would hesitate to get to him by hurting his loved ones.

“Wait! Don‘t do this.”

“What in the hell are you talking about, Kent?” Perry White’s familiar gruff voice rattled in his ear. “You’ve been talking gibberish for the past few minutes. It was like you were hearing an entirely different discussion altogether. Did you hit your head or something? Who did you think you were talking to?”

An uncertain relief spread over him. His heart beat slowed down to normal. What was going on? Had he just imagined it had been Ivy talking to him?

“Uh, no one, Perry,” he answered sheepishly. “Just…one too many nights with no sleep, that’s all.”

“Well I don’t want any excuses on that article you have due today. You owe me a good one or it‘ll be your ass!”

“Don’t worry, Perry, it’s almost ready. I’ll see you at work.”

An uneasy sense of dread crept up Clark’s spine as he hung up the phone.

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Elsewhere

The sound of automatic weapons fire sent everyone in the bank scrambling to the cold tile floor. The two ski mask wearing men moved quickly and with purpose- one to the door, and the other to the frightened teller behind the counter. He violently jammed the TEC-9 in her face and stared at her down the short barrel.

“Cash in the bag now and I don’t kill you!” he demanded.

She complied and quickly filled the black duffle bag with stacks of wrapped twenties and fifties.

“Oh man we got trouble!” the man at the door shouted.

“What is it? The cops?” asked the other.

“No worse it’s--”

The glass double doors of the bank forcefully flew open. He was flat on his back and unconscious before he had a chance to finish his sentence. Supergirl snatched the gun that had been in his hands mere seconds before and wadded it into a ball like tissue paper. She tossed it over her shoulder and lightly dusted her hands.

The other masked man tensed at the sight of the pretty young heroine. Seeing her standing there so confidently, with her hands on slim but shapely hips, only served to enrage the gunman further. She looked barely older than a high school senior.

“You’re not taking me in, super bitch!” he spat.

Kara‘s cute, attractive face formed into a slight frown.

“I think you’ve heard wrong. See the name is Supergirl,” she corrected pointing to the red “S” shield on her perky chest. “But then again you don’t seem all that intelligent to begin with.”

He angrily flung the duffel bag to the floor and leveled the semi-automatic at her.

“Aww, that’s cute,“ she grinned. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know that I’m invulnerable.”

“Yeah?” he retorted suddenly smiling wildly. “Too bad they aren’t!”

Her eyes followed as his arm began to move away from her. She already knew where it was heading.

“No!”

He abruptly turned the gun on a group of customers huddled on the floor and slammed the trigger home. Supergirl was a blur as she moved to intercept. The terrified faces of the handful of people seemed to freeze. If this didn’t go right that sight would haunt her forever, she thought grimly. She had to play this one just right and pray for a bit of luck as well. Letting the bullets bounce off her skin would be too risky. A ricochet could easily and inadvertently strike someone.

Time slowed to a painful crawl. Distorted slow motion screams began filling her ears. She could see the bullets spiraling on various trajectories and carefully plucked each one out of the air as if harvesting slow moving metal berries. There was just enough time to stop them all though the last couple had been dangerously within inches of their targets. When they had all been caught, Supergirl crushed them in the palm of her hand and let them slip harmlessly to the floor. She would have to thank Flash for showing her that trick later. Time snapped back to normal.

The gunman’s arm was still lowering to his side. He yelped sharply and immediately dropped the weapon after the barrel had melted and the handle had magically become white hot.

“Considering what you just tried to do, this will be letting you off easy,” Supergirl warned, her usually stunning blue eyes still burning a vibrant crimson. “Though I’m tempted to do a lot worse to you.”

She quickly sucked in a lung full of air and released a pinpoint accurate gale force wind that lifted the man off his feet and roughly slammed him into a wall like a rag doll several feet away. He slowly slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor in a heap, groaning in pain.

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The Daily Planet

Clark stretched his fingers out and sat back comfortably in his chair as he perused the computer screen. It had been close but it looked like he would just manage to finish the article for Perry on time. That would be one less thing to worry about, he thought happily.

As he leaned forward and touched the keyboard to add the finishing touches, the cursor suddenly began moving on its own. After a few seconds of swirling wildly around the screen it stopped at the last sentence he had typed then began abruptly erasing his work.

Panicked, he grabbed the mouse and tried to stop the out of control pest but it kept going. He desperately began pushing keys to save his rapidly vanishing work but nothing was responding. It was like the computer had taken on a life of its own.

When the entire article had been erased, the cursor began moving forward once again. Only it wasn’t just moving, it was typing something as it went. Clark peeled his hands away from the keyboard and watched in astonishment as it eerily typed a couple sentences in bold black print over and over again filling the screen.

POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE. POISON IVY IS MY MISTRESS. I AM HER SLAVE.

As he stared at the words they seemed to almost burn into his brain like a branding iron. The more he stared the stronger the message became. It repeated again and again in his head like an anthem. He wondered vaguely how this was happening but more importantly…why did it sound so right…?

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End of Chapter 2

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