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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 Two

But nothings greater than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness I see your face

--Leona Lewis

In The Past

The poisonous goddess left a sleeping Batman under the nostalgically whispering branches of the blossoming weeping willow. She had taken her time exploring every inch of his naked flesh before taking his creamy warmth into herself.

The only article of clothing she hadn’t removed from his hard body was his infamous mask. She could have very easily done so, but she had chosen not to. His kindness had kept her from snatching it off his head.

She gently rubbed her toned tummy, smiling up into the warm face of the golden sun. Her porcelain white flesh shimmered with a soft tinge of petal green.

“See you around, Batman,” she whispered, calling forth massive tree roots to encircle her in a protective cocoon, pulling her down into the earth’s dark embrace. “Perhaps next time we’ll have lots more to talk about.”

She pictured his powerful form looming before her, tenderly reaching out with gentle hands to take hold of the little treasure that would be in her sheltering arms. It caused her to smile all the more.

She would now rest within the dark earth, absorbing all she needed in order to have a successful birth. All she needed to do was concentrate and she would have the child she always wanted. Her mind was a vast and frightening machine. With her genius, she would give birth.

Batman should be honored. He’s the only male worthy of giving her what she needed in order to create life. Like the maiden, she had chosen him to be her shadowy and dark consort in that moment of sanity.

She could feel the seed already beginning to take root within her. There was life being formed, shaping, sprouting within her toxic womb. She could feel that tiny spark of living venom. She would be holding a baby within her arms.

“Take me deep,” she commanded, spiraling deeper and deeper down through the dark earth. “Take me to the heart of life.”

~*~

Bruce slowly opened his blue eyes, squeezing them tightly shut against the sharp glare of sunlight that was filtering down in radiant beams through the swaying tree limbs. His head was cloudy and aching with a dull pain.

He began to sit up, slowly realizing that he was completely nude. He looked this way and that, finding that Pamela was nowhere to be seen.

So many thoughts suddenly started racing wildly through his muddled mind as he quickly put both hands to his face. His mask was still in place.

Had she taken it off of him? Did she now know who he was?

He blinked several times. Did she make love to me? But, I’m still alive…

His eyes widened. He scrambled to his knees, gathering his scattered attire.

She had said she wanted his seed. Why would she want his seed? It wasn’t like she could give birth. Her body was poison. Nothing could survive her toxic womb.

She…raped…me…

He quickly checked his early morning wood. It wasn’t rotting off. That was a good sign.

Well, I don’t remember telling her to stop.

Clones? Was she going to make clones? Was she going to make little plant clones with his face?

She was using her spores on me. I couldn’t have said no. Had I even tried to?

He couldn’t remember.

If she didn’t know who he was, she was going to find out soon enough. Oh, this was bad.

What if she had taken his mask off? What if she was at the manor? What if she was there waiting for him with a smug smile on her face?

He quickly began clothing himself.

“Where the hell are my boots?”

~*~

Dick was waiting in The Batcave, seated in Bruce’s chair. He was angrily biting the corner of his mouth, tapping his index finger against the metal armrest. His eyes were closed, but his mind was wide open, running around, chasing after fluttering bats with a butterfly net. The more bats he captured, the more pissed off he got.

Damn her! Damn her to the most barren and lifeless depths of Hell!

He could hear the bats fluttering and chirping over his head. He had sat there all night, waiting for him to come back. He just couldn’t get over the fact that Bruce had sent him away.

His eyes snapped open when he heard the distant roaring of the Batmobile. They were bloodshot due to his lack of sleep and simmering wrath. It was a wonder they weren’t glowing magma red with rage.

He spun around, facing away from where the car would soon be parking. He didn’t want Bruce to know that he was still down here waiting for him to come home.

“Master Dick?” An elderly voice asked. It was Alfred. He was coming down the steps with a silver tray in hand. “I have prepared you a breakfast.”

He grinded his teeth, squeezing the arms of the chair with all his might. He wanted to jump Bruce and punch him in the face. The more he thought about what had happened the more pissed he got.

Why won’t you love me? Why won’t you even look at me?

“Thanks, Alfred,” he managed to say without betraying his true emotions as the man sat the tray before him, backing up several steps. He looked at the porcelain bowl of cereal. It was his favorite. All he had to do was add the little silver cup of milk.

“Ah, Master Bruce is home,” Alfred said as the vehicle came roaring like a bat into hell.

Dick rolled his eyes. It was about goddamn time. He hoped that redheaded bitch was now wilting behind bars.

He listened to booted feet walking up to where he was sitting. He didn’t even want to look at him. He should just run to his room now.

“Master Bruce?” He heard Alfred ask with some concern in his cultured voice. “Whatever is the matter, Sir?”

Dick slowly turned around in his chair, looking up at Batman. The older guy removed his mask and it was now Bruce standing before him. His handsome face was filled with worry and…guilt.

“Nothing,” the master of the cave said. All emotion was instantly wiped from his face. It looked all calm and empty now.

Dick narrowed his eyes at him. He didn’t believe him at all. Something was wrong. Something must have happened. Did that bitch manage to give him the slip? The guy’s face had looked anguished.

“Alfred, I would like to see you in my room in an hour,” Bruce said, turning from them with a swish of his flowing cape. “And we will talk later as well, Dick.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled under his breath, turning away as well.

“Master Dick?” Alfred asked from behind him.

He took off his mask, folding his arms across his chest.

“I’m angry, Alfred,” he told him, looking down at his lap. “I’m very, very angry.”

“Oh,” Alfred answered. His voice was filled with sarcasm. “I never would have guessed, young master.”

He listened to the elderly man walk off and he wanted to shout and smash things. He knew it wouldn’t help the situation, but it would make him feel slightly better.

He got to his feet, deciding to change. He would go hide in the garden and nap the day away.

~*~

Bruce was seated on his bed, looking across the room at the man who was practically his second father. He had just told him everything and was waiting for a reaction.

“It was very foolish of you to send Master Dick away, Sir,” Alfred said, looking at him with those knowing eyes of his.

“I know,” Bruce answered. “But, he’s just not ready, Alfred. He’s too young. She could have killed him just for fun. I had to make him leave. Ivy is just too dangerous.”

“Well, Sir,” the old man said, shaking his head rather slowly. “I think we might have a rather serious dilemma on our hands here.”

Bruce nearly fell off the end of his bed. He was stating the obvious. Like he didn’t already know that was the case. What was he going to do? He had no idea how to find Ivy. She could be anywhere above or below the world right now. Why did he have to be so damn nice?

“I’m certain we will come up with a plan, Sir,” Alfred told him, taking a step forward. “But I really do think you should find young Master Dick and speak with him.”

Bruce looked away.

“He nearly broke the arms off your chair, Sir.”

He did? He was that upset with him?

Well, of course he is, Bruce. You hurt his tender feelings and bruised his massive ego. Teens just don’t bounce back from stuff like that, especially when a superhero commits the crime. That’s what makes impressionable teens turn to the dark side.

He looked down at his feet. Dick was a firecracker.

Perhaps he should first tell him about extending his weekend curfew by an hour and that he would be adding an extra twenty dollars onto his allowance. Then he would tell him off for not listening to him and how he nearly gotten himself killed.

At least he was safe. That’s all that really matters right now. His family was safe.

He needed to make plans and set up securities in case Ivy did try and come at him with clones. If she tried anything, he would be ready for her.

“Master Bruce?” Alfred asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He looked up. “Yes, Alfred?”

“Did you leave the water running again?”

He blinked, cursed, and took off running for his bathroom.

“Sir,” Alfred said as he came back into the room with wet feet.

“Yes?” He asked.

The old man walked forward, put his arms around him, and hugged him.

“Alfred?”

“I’m just glad that you’re all right, Master Bruce.”

~*~

Dick was curled up on his side under the shadow of a massive stone lion. It had one large paw extended, roaring with a gaping mouthful of deadly teeth. Its eyes were defensive and its posture was ready to leap in to make the final kill.

Bruce looked down at the sleeping young man and sighed. The disobedient brat could sleep anywhere. He really envied that. He wished he could just do that.

“Dick?” He asked, kneeling down beside him, shaking him on the shoulder.

The teen made a sound and tried to escape from the hand that was touching him. Bruce rolled his eyes.

“Come on,” he said, shaking him a little harder. “Get up, Dick.”

Dick rolled over and Bruce cocked his head to the side, looking down at him. The teen was looking up at him with half opened eyes.

“Kiss me,” Dick whispered, closing his eyes, grinning.

Bruce’s blue eyes widened. What the hell? He must be dreaming.

“Dick?” He asked, deepening his voice this time.

The teen’s own blue eyes opened wide and he quickly sat up. He looked quite startled. If he were a cat, his hair would be sticking up all along his back.

“What?” He asked, looking around.

Bruce sat back, folding his legs.

“Oh,” Dick said, rubbing his eyes. “It’s you.”

“Well,” Bruce deadpanned. “It’s nice seeing you, too.” That had stung just a little.

“Well?” Dick asked, looking at him with those azure skies. “Are you here to tell me off and send me to my room without supper, Master Wayne?”

Master Wayne? Okay, that’s a little harsh even for you, Dick. You should really watch that tone. I’m not in the mood to spar, little boy.

“What you did was really stupid, Dick,” he told him, putting anger into his gaze. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

Okay, that was not how I wanted to start out…but he started it!

Those blue eyes narrowed. Okay, this was going to go south in a hand basket. That was for damn sure.

“You don’t taunt and call Ivy names!” He yelled at him. “What if she had scratched you? What if she had commanded those vines to squeeze the life from you? What if they had torn you apart like she threatened to have them do?”

The teen was shaking.

“She could have killed you, Dick!” He shouted at him, getting right in his face, trembling with angry fear. “You’d be dead and I’d be…”

His voice caught in his throat.

Alone again…

He had been so fucking terrified. He hadn’t realized how frightened he had been. He could have lost someone else he cared about.

“I’m sorry,” Dick whispered.

Bruce saw the wetness in his eyes. The poor kid looked truly anguished. Those eyes turned away from him, looking down at the grass.

He slowly reached out, pulling the younger man into his arms, holding him against his chest. That was all he needed to hear. Those two little words made him so happy.

The teen was trembling in his grasp, but wrapped his arms around him.

“I’m sorry,” the smaller man said. “I should have listened to you.”

~*~

Dick’s anger was drowned dead as he rested his head against Bruce’s broad chest, loving the warm feel of his arms around him. The slightly older man looked and sounded as if he were going to break.

Had he really scared him? He felt so bad. He really had acted childishly.

~*~

“I’m sorry, too,” Bruce told him, letting him go. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did. I know it was mean and wrong, but I had to do something in order to get you out of there.”

“I caused Ivy to get away,” he said, looking at him with those wet eyes. They were so blue and dewy. “Didn’t I?”

Bruce shook his head. “No. I did.”

“Did something happen?” Dick asked. “You didn’t come back for hours.”

Bruce couldn’t tell him. There was no way he could tell him. He couldn’t tell a sixteen year old that the Lady of Venom had raped The Batman. He didn’t even want to think about what she must have done to him while he was unconscious. It made him feel gross and dirty. He was going to have to take another bath.

“Let’s just say she tied me up and talked for hours,” he told him, rolling his eyes. “When I woke up, she was long gone.”

~*~

Dick sniffed. He didn’t believe him at all.

“You fell asleep on her?”

“Well,” Bruce said. “The conversation was entertaining in the beginning, but there is only so much Gospel of The Green a guy can listen to.”

“I think she likes to listen to herself talk.”

The older man nodded. “Nearly-all-powerful women do.”

Dick snorted. “I’m going to stock up on the strongest weed killer on the market.”

“Um,” Bruce said. “I am sorry for how I treated you back there.”

Dick tried to smile and mean it. “I deserved most of it.”

“This Friday and Saturday night you can stay out for an extra hour,” he said. “But, I want you home before eleven and not one minute after.”

Dick just looked at him. “Are we resorting to bribes now, Bruce?”

“How about an extra twenty dollars on your allowance?”

Dick threw his arms around his neck, hugging him. “I’m sold!”

Bruce laughed. He loved hearing him laugh. It was so deep and melodious.

~*~

“Good,” Bruce said, hugging him as well. “But, don’t you dare get into any trouble.”

“I promise,” Dick said. “From now on, I’ll try my very hardest to do what you tell me.”

That caused him to feel very warm on the inside.

“Tomorrow I want you to come straight home after your classes,” he told him, letting him go. “I’m going to intensify your training.”

“Oh?” Dick asked, grinning rather mischievously. “I hope I don’t cause you to pop something out of place, old man.”

“Hey!” Bruce snapped, grabbing him, digging his knuckles into the top of his head. “I’m only twenty-four.”

Dick fought with him, trying to wiggle free. “Six more years and you’ll be over the hill!”

“Take it back!” Bruce yelled.

“Never!” Dick returned.

Bruce was so happy and yet he was so afraid. What was Ivy planning? He had been so stupid.

Dick broke free from him and scrambled off, panting for breath.

“HA!” He shouted, pointing at him.

“I’m only going to count to three this time,” Bruce warned him.

The brat was done gone.

He got to his feet, listening with his sensitive ears. Dick was good, but he still had a lot to learn.

The only thing he could do was bide his time and make strategic battle plans to put into operation the moment Ivy resurfaces. He would just have to wait and see what move she would make.

“Dick,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I know you’re behind me.”

“Damn it!”

“ALFRED!” He shouted, spinning around, chasing after the lightning fast teen through the green maze. “GET THAT SOAP AGAIN!”

To Be Continued

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