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Body & Soul	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The Park is cold. January in Gotham can be utterly unforgiving, and this year seems set on demonstrating that fact in spades. With the heating up high inside the car, the frosty outdoor air is even more of a shock to the system, especially for someone who hasn’t been outdoors for weeks.
Despite the thick jacket and winter weight pants, I shiver just a bit as we walk along the tarmac path between the velvety smooth lawns. Enough for him to notice. More than enough excuse for him to wrap himself around me.
Not helping, Nygma, really not helping. I freeze, in more ways than the obvious, as he cuddles me, hands roving everywhere. Despite my new resolution to use him, and not the other way around, it's hard to fight my natural inclinations, which wouldn’t be for anyone shaped like he is.
Please, don't let him tell me to do anything! Not out here! These days there's always someone, somewhere, watching, even if at first glance it doesn’t seem like there's anyone around.
"Eddie!" A familiar voice drifts across the frosty air.
Well, no one human anyway…
"Ivy, darling!" Nygma looses me from his version of a full body bind with obvious reluctance, and turns to wave at the little red head.
"Come in, do!" Ivy beckons toward the greenhouse door. "It's much nicer inside. Ooh…" Her smile widens, "You've brought me a present! You shouldn’t have!"
"I didn’t," Nygma shakes his head. "Well, I did bring you a present, but Bruce isn't it." He smiles at her, as he waves for the driver to bring the car along.
"You know that the implant is keyed to me alone, Ivy." Nygma adds lightly, "If I left this little treasure with you he'd be dead by sunset… Always assuming that you didn’t get bored with him before then."
The deadly redhead giggles, idly petting a huge rambling vine that is wriggling for her attention.
Our driver carries in the package that Nygma has brought for Ivy, and hurriedly retreats. I fervently wish I could do the same. The car is beginning to look like a wonderful place to be at the moment. Certainly a lot safer than being stuck in here with these two.
"Oh, Eddie, they're gorgeous!" Ivy inspects her present with unconcealed glee. I don’t know what he got her, and I don’t care to find out. I'm kneeling beside Nygma, eyes down, just as he instructed me to in the car on the way here. His tone alone convinced me that he won’t hesitate to use the pain implant on me, if I so much as twitch a hair wrong while we're with Ivy.
Nygma likes Ivy, but he knows better than to totally trust her. He does want to show me off though, and how many friends did he ever have outside of Arkham; or inside it for that matter? So here we are. Next thing you know they'it'll be eating cucumber sandwiches and swapping recipes…
It's hot in the greenhouse, and I'm actually glad not to be standing, as I start to feel oddly faint. For once the touch of his hand brushing against my cheek makes hardly any impression.
"Bruce?" The words wash over me. I'm feeling fuzzier by the second.
"Eddie, the poor thing's overheating!" It's left to Ivy to spot the problem. "You've got him dressed up for the arctic, and it's lovely and warm in here. Let him out of some of those clothes before he passes out on you."
"You only want to see him naked," Nygma protests mildly. I imagine he's pouting right about now.
"And you don’t?" She laughs
He chuckles and reminds her that he can do that anytime, but he obviously sees the sense in what she's saying. Almost before I know it he's got the chains off my wrists and is pulling me out of the jacket, and jumper.
"And an under shirt too?" Ivy sounds amazed. "I can't believe you, Eddie, it's a wonder he didn’t melt! Honestly, I thought better of you."
"I'm not used to taking him out," Nygma protests, starting on my shirt buttons. "That's all."
Still dizzy, it's more trouble than it's worth for me to raise any sort of protest.
Perverted bastard would probably zap me for spoiling his fun…
"Get his shoes and socks off next," Ivy insists.
"I didn’t know you were kinky about feet?" Nygma laughs suddenly, proving that he does in fact have a sense of humour, and more balls than most men. Even the bird-brains are wary of taking Ivy on, which is why they gave her the park without quibble and left her the-hell-alone.
Maybe they think she's some kind of nature goddess?
Right now she certainly looks like one, all green and leafy, with that flaming red hair. As I lean back onto the cushioning vines I could swear that I feel something slide over the small of my back.
No… she wouldn’t… But I'm starting to have a horrible premonition about this.
"There!" Nygma announces contentedly, baring my upper torso, before replacing the wrist chains. "All done."
I'm almost thankful that Nygma has my shirt off, since that effectively puts paid to any odd little shenanigans on Ivy's part; at least for the moment… Though if she tries to get anything up my pant's leg, I'm going to yell bloody murder. Nygma can zap me for it if he wants to, but I have the definite impression that he wouldn’t be any happier with her getting something up my arse than I would.
Ivy insists on having me sit down on the grassy bank of the tiny brook that runs through the middle of the greenhouse. At least there are no vines here, only velvety lawn. I'm starting to feel better now that my feet are bare and dangling in the glimmering water, not being molested for five minutes is helping too. Before I can get too comfortable he's sitting right behind me, forearms resting over my shoulders, roving fingers brushing a nipple. I don't mean to, but I flinch.
"Poor boy," Ivy sends out a tiny vine. "Here," An exquisite blue flower bursts into existence just in front of my face. Startled, I instinctively draw back; leaving me pressing against Nygma. Talk about getting caught between Scylla and Charybdis!
"Ivy?" Nygma seems equally unsettled.
"Oh, I wasn’t going to hurt your precious, just relax him a little. He seems so stressed, Eddie, being tense like that can't be good for him."
"Ah," My owner nods. "True enough. Go ahead then."
I've been expecting one of Ivy's freaky pollen puffs for the past minute or so, but that would affect Nygma too, wouldn’t it? Finally, when nothing obviously dangerous happens, I have to take a wary breath.
Well, that seemed okay. Actually it smells very nice in here, but then it would, with all those flowers.
Hmm, that's…
"God!" Nygma announces, loudly and breathlessly, shaking me out of an unexpected drowse. "That was amazing, Ivy. He hasn’t willingly done that since I got him."
"Think of it as a small quelque-chose – from me to you," Ivy giggles modestly. "You've either got it or you haven't."
"And you, my ruby-tressed darling, have got it in bundles," Nygma says, "Lovely as it's been, we really ought to be getting ready to leave, if we're going to be back indoors before curfew. Any chance of a couple of towels here?"
God, I feel wrung out, but in a pleasant way. That's when I realise where at least one of his hands is, and what we're both covered in; and it isn't pollen. People-pollen, perhaps?
What the hell did that little witch do to me? And how? Right at that moment I can't decide what's annoying me more: that I obviously came and don’t remember it, or that the bastard has had his way with me – again… and in front of her…
While Nygma goes off to answer the call of another sort of nature, Ivy kneels in front of me; drying the water off my feet and humming happily to herself under her breath. She looks smugly pleased with herself. Which is way beyond weird.
Perhaps Nygma's right, and she does have a thing about feet?
Wondering about that, and still half under the influence, it takes me a minute to realise that I'm staring into her eyes, and another to notice that she's winking at me. Formally belonging to Edward Nygma is one thing, but at least he's human; Ivy isn't. Even though she's very definitely female, and therefore theoretically ought to be more my type, she makes me nervous. Very nervous.
Leaves rustle around Ivy as she moves. She winks again, smiling up at me as she reinstalls my feet in my shoes, and my arms in the pullover sleeves. Nygma's left the connecting chains off for the moment, but I'm under no illusions about being able to escape with her watching over me.
What is it about these people, and dressing or undressing me? Have they all got a 'doll' fetish?
"Ah, Eddie," Ivy glances up and over my shoulder. "All done."
I don’t think I've ever been so relieved to see Nygma. He nods, grabs hold of my wrist, and draws me to my feet.
"We'll come by again another day," He promises, shepherding me toward the door and the waiting car. I hear him muttering something to Ivy, but trying to get my outdoor coat on without letting the metal collar dig any further into the sore patches on my neck has more of my attention.
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