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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 Five
Woodrue laboratory,
It would be so easy Bullock thought as he pulled the hammer back on his revolver. The chamber rotated effortlessly and he knew he had a hollow point in the chamber and aimed directly at the man, at the thing that had caused years of trouble. The Batman looked up, his eyes blue and hard as ice showed no signs of pleading with him he held bullocks gaze whatever was going to happen it was up to him now.
Following Batman here was not a possibility and Harvey had known that the moment he had left Rosa's apartment. The Bat was too good and too long in the tooth to let a cop like Harvey Bullock follow him, but Batgirl she might as well have set off fireworks every time she moved. Bullock had followed her instead, though not as easy as he had thought losing her just before they reached the upper west side.
If it had not been for the lazy goon walking the street outside the building Harvey would have missed it. The front door was barred and on closer inspection showed signs of being welded shut too the smell of it was still lingering in the air. He was halfway up the fire escape when he heard what he thought was the building collapsing, the tremor that shook the fire escape knocked it loose, the rusty frame work leaning out and Harvey had held on for dear life.
When the structure showed no further signs of moving, Harvey moved! He had not climbed so quickly since his rookie days and had reached the roof in little under a minute. He was nearing the door to the fire exit on the roof when he heard the skylight smash behind him and a noise that sounded like a wet roar numbed him to his very core.
His first tentative look in through the skylight was filled with chaos, his second longer look focused that chaos into shapes, green and spindly tendrils slapped and grappled across beams and flooring a huge misshapen mouth was at its centre. And dangling not more than six feet from Harvey Bullock was Batman. His instinct made him draw his revolver and now here they were at the cusp of something momentous, Harvey smiled grimly and unloaded the entire barrel.
Batman had stiffened up, how could he not. Even over the noise of destruction below him he had heard the hammer being cocked on the gun there was nothing he could do. It was such a pity that Batgirl would pay the price of Harvey Bullocks obsession. The shots were rapid fire the entire chamber unloading in seconds...only, not one bullet came near him. He heard the mutant plant below roar louder as each bullet found its mark almost dead centre near the black eclipse of what surely must be its throat.
Batman looked down at the plant. It had lost some momentum and had even slipped further down two floors before it had recovered from the sudden onslaught from above. Batman's head snapped up staring at Bullock, his gun had been replaced with an outstretched hand. "Pass me the girl and quick!" Bullock shouted out.
There was no time for Batman to weigh up whether this was a trick or not his instinct for survival was too strong. He kicked off the closest wall, pushing himself up as he did so and with a loud growl he thrust the limp body of Batgirl upwards. Batman felt the weight lessen as he reached the top of his arc and as he headed down the body of Batgirl remained aloft.
"Christ!" Bullock exclaimed feeling the weight of Batgirl he reached down with his other hand his gun discarded on the gravel rooftop. He yanked hard hearing his shirt sleeves ripping at the arms as he pulled the girl up and through the opening. He dropped her unceremoniously to the ground and stepped over her. The plant was closing in his barrage of bullets had only pissed it off even more. "Try this for size." Bullock shouted down and reached into his coat pocket.
The metal egg shaped instrument was cool in his hot grip and he held it firmly, without looking he found the pin and pulled it free. The grenade was old and he wasted no time dropping it into the opening. Batman had glimpsed the grenade as it had gone past and now with a free hand he pulled himself close to the wall and clung on tight.
The giant mouth was hard to miss and the grenade landed with a wet thump and rolled a few inches before detonating. Harvey was blown backwards and stumbled over Batgirl falling hard onto his backside. Batman lost his grip and swung back out, feeling the air rushing past him with the explosion his body vibrating from it and felt wet and slippery debris from the plant hit against him. His view was quickly blocked by rising smoke and further debris and his ears rang loudly, when he looked up again he saw Harvey Bullock there once more both hands held out. Batman gave a harder kick off the wall, the plaster giving way this time and he lifted higher up his free hand extending as far as he could. Harvey gripped the outstretched hand and his other hand gripped Batman at the wrist and pulled him up.
Harvey stumbled backwards as Batman released his grip dropping to the ground and hovering over the limp body of Batgirl. Harvey edged closer "She okay?" he asked with no reply. Her body armor was too thick, too heavy for Batman to check for a heartbeat, he pulled a glove from one of her hands, the soft padding of his own gloves allowed him to feel a weak pulse beneath her skin. He leaned in propping her mouth open before closing his around hers applying a kiss of life. On his fourth exhale Batgirl sputtered and hacked, Batman sitting up in time to miss a thin, sticky and green mess vomit forth from her mouth.
He had not had a partner in a long time and he had never at any point classed Batgirl as a partner, more of a loose cannon, an irritant almost. But she had held her own down there and he had to admit back at the museum things would have been a lot worse had she not arrived before him. Batman had watched her body go limp in the grips of the plant and his stomach had filled with ice at the thought of losing her so soon. He held a hand under her head and helped her into a sitting up position she coughed and brought up more vicious liquid that spilled down her front.
"Breathe easy," he said soothingly, he noticed her wincing with each breath "It will hurt for a little bit but it will get better."
"How did we get out?" she said, her voice scratchy and barely audible.
Batman looked up at Bullock who still stood over them, "Relax I am not here to arrest you, I owed you one and now we're even." Bullock spoke flippantly but there was something in the man's eyes that piqued Batman's curiosity. "And Miss I would hate to see a pretty little thing like you get eaten by a plant."
Batman checked to see if Batgirl was okay she nodded and he stood up, "Were you just passing by and saw us in trouble?"
For all the years that Harvey had hunted The Batman he had never stood this close to him before and not for so long without trying to arrest him or shoot him. The outfit was serious even with the pale yellow insignia dead centre, if he were a perp' and saw that coming out of the dark he knew he would shit himself. It was an effective sign one that had shown Gotham Police department up numerous times and Harvey Bullock more times than that. "What no thank you?" Batman failed to reply, Bullock shook his head, "Why did you save me back at the chemical plant?"
"You should not have been there, you were innocent."
Bullock laughed out loud, "Wow that's the first time I heard anyone call me that."
"And a good cop."
Bullock's smile waivered and he nodded slowly "I used to be," Bullock was closing in on forty and had nothing to show for it except a lousy apartment and an ex-hooker for a girlfriend.
Batman saw the look in his eyes again, something weighed heavy on this man. "You can be again, it's never too late."
"You know they are going to kill me," Bullock responded.
"Who?" Batgirl asked, finally getting up from the ground on wobbly legs.
"Falcone and his boys that's who," Bullock answered and Batman smiled grimly knowing what was about to be said, "Seems they don't like cops leaving their payroll," Bullock shrugged, "you really think a bad cop can ever survive in this town?"
"Gordon does every day, you can too." Batman held out one hand and Bullock accepted it. "When the time comes I will be there for you." Bullock nodded and Batgirl looked between them, something had passed between the two men but she was unsure what it had been. She had seen her dad talk and give that look to other officers too it was nothing short of a blood oath.
Harley watched the three best friends from another rooftop, her binoculars easily picking each one of them out. She lifted her phone and hit the quick dial, the phone call connected on the first ring, "they're out and alive," Harley said her binoculars picking out the Bat-Bitch and lingering on her.
"Both of them? Well that's a little annoying," Ivy replied back, "Any idea if Batman got our little note?"
"Not from here, but if he is as good as he used to be, he got it." Harley lowered the binoculars and scowled at the three figures further away. "What do you want me to do with the bitch?"
Ivy sighed down the phone, long and languid and Harley shut her eyes, she knew what Ivy was doing and who with, she wanted nothing more than to pound the stuttering freaks face in but if that was not a viable option then the Bat-Bitch would have to do, "Leave them for now, we are too close to initiation now to risk any mishaps, come home my dear Quinn."
Boone Arboretum,
The phone was lifted from Ivy's ear by one long green tendril, another drifted by and pushed the terminate button. Ivy would have gotten the phone herself had she not been so busy. Both her hands cupped, squeezed and caressed her large pale green breasts, fingers and thumbs pulling at her dark erect nipples. While a larger tendril probed toyingly between her legs. Opposite her in an old rusted metal chair sat Klaus Cannon. His trousers and dirty urine stained pants bunched around his ankles while one hand gripped his feeble cock. Ivy was surprised and saddened to see that Klaus pleasured himself the way he spoke, in stuttering strokes that stop started infernally.
This was so much more fun with Harley watching and appreciating, but Klaus needed to be reeled in and kept in line with the program, he had joined willingly at first though a couple of days later he had attempted to flee, death was not an option so instead Ivy had given herself to him. It was worse than the sticky fumbling's that Pamela Isley only half remembered. She had come to him naked and aroused; he had stuttered and drooled as his fingers explored her. His cock was out of his pants within seconds and the very first time Ivy had gripped it he had ejaculated onto her stomach. She had kissed him then, long and slow making sure he would never leave again.
Now here they were again, Klaus was jittery and guilt ridden for mixing up a new batch of the deadly chemical. He needed to be pacified and Ivy was pleased to do it from a distance and it appeared that Klaus was happy for that too. The thick tendril stopped stroking her swollen clitoris and engorged moist labia and finally probed it's tip between them, then slowly eased into her stretching her wide as the tendril thickened the deeper it went. Ivy's head fell back and a long, low groan escaped her full lips as she was filled up.
Klaus's hand jerked quickly his legs kicking out in excitement at the spectacle before him. His cock throbbed in his grip its head a painful swollen purple mass as his fingers gripped tighter and tighter around the thin mass. His eyes flicked between Ivy's large breasts and the abomination that was now probing deep inside her. The tendril pulsed and shifted causing Ivy to writhe in pleasure, Klaus' grip loosened enough for him to begin a frantic back and forth, his foreskin painful with the sudden sharp motion. His own groan uttered forth followed by a girlish yelp as his load sputtered forth coating his thighs and hands in a weak, white sticky mess.
The slow clap from the doorway brought another yelp from Klaus, who upon seeing the figure jumped to his feet, stumbling over his trousers and underwear and falling in a heap to the ground. "Bravo, what a wonderful performance though your male partner could do with a bit more work." Carlos Cesar Constance said walking slowly into the room.
Klaus curled into a ball and cried softly, while Ivy looked over in surprise at her new guest, though she allowed the tendril to continue its exploration she lowered her own hands from her breasts. "You're early." She stated in a husky tone.
Carlos came to a stop next to Klaus and dropped to his haunches. He wrinkled his nose at the sour smell that came from his once top researcher, "I told you, I warned you not to try and destroy Batch thirty five. If you had listened to me we both could be reaping the rewards, instead I had to teach you a lesson. A crazed act of defiance is met with time amongst the crazed. I only hope your short time in Arkham has brought some sense to you." Carlos could not tell if Klaus' shaking head was his agreement or simply due to the sobs that emanated from him.
"And you..." Carlos stood up and turned to face Ivy. Was she expecting him to be shocked at her continued act of self-gratification or was she simply nonplussed by his early appearance, he approached her now something that he did in only four steps and again dropped to his haunches in front of her. "You should be getting Batch thirty five into position."
Ivy laughed and looked down at the man kneeling between her legs, "It has already been transported, and now awaiting the inevitable."
Carlos raised his eyebrows to this news, "Interesting and a remarkable feat," he reached out with one curious hand taking hold of the thick tendril. It was warm and pulsed with a knowing life; his stomach flip-flopped at the feel of it, of something so alive and aware. He had read the stories on Poison Ivy, he had even dipped his toe into some of the work that Doctor Woodrue had performed but never had he truly believed in the powers that Ivy had, until now.
Ivy let out a dry laugh, seeing the realization of just how powerful she really was cross his face. Was this not always the way with man? They were the dominate sex, what they say goes and no one especially a woman would be equal if not above them. Carlos was now realizing he was not dominate here in Gotham City, here in the realm of Poison Ivy he was just another pitiful man.
Carlos' face reddened with anger and he tightened his hold on the tendril, with one swift yank he pulled it free of Ivy. The slick tendril flopped about in his hand like a snake and for a moment he stared at Ivy's sex, spread wide, dark and inviting. He let go of the tendril and it writhed upwards lost amongst the overhanging branches. Carlos felt himself hardening, wanting to know what she would feel like around his cock, how her nipples would taste in his mouth. He caught the wicked look in her eyes and cursed himself. He stood up, knowing full well that his erection would be noticeable through his trousers and not caring, "sort yourself out and meet me in the lab." He hissed and stormed out.
Carlos walked the laboratory, impressed that Batch #35 had been reproduced in such unclean circumstances and with such little machinery. "w-w-w-e finished up a w-w-week ago," a suitably cowed Klaus stuttered from the corner of the room. Carlos sniffed the air it was redolent with disinfectant and the moist, earthy smell of the arboretum. "Ivy w-w-wanted the place cleaned once w-w-we were done. Said the chemicals w-w-were hurting her p-p-plants." Carlos did not react to that interesting piece of knowledge, what edge he had lost moments before would come back in due time and it was throwaway bits of information like that that would put him back on top.
"Now, now Klaus don't bore Mister Constance with such trivia," Ivy purred in her southern tones as she joined the men in the laboratory. Carlos gave her a quick glance glad to see she had covered up with a unitard decorated with leaves though it still left little to the imagination, "I believe this is where I say something like," Ivy held her hands aloft, her smile wide "This is where the magic happens."
"Tell me the plan again," Carlos said.
"Really, no trust in our relationship," Ivy replied and was met with an emotionless stare, "Have it your way. The fountain was delivered yesterday the main bulk of Batch thirty five is hidden near the top spout and will only be activated at ten O'clock. Before that the fountain will run as normal and the dry ice will keep the chemical cool enough as well as adding a sense of mysticism to the fountain."
Carlos turned to Klaus, "Once Batch thirty five is airborne will the dry ice affect it?" and Klaus shook his head wearily. "How far will it spread once it is airborne?"
Klaus spared a glance at Ivy, then responded "not far p-p-perhaps ten meters m-m-maybe a little further depending on the air c-c-conditioning," Carlos' face darkened at this news, "over thirty people will be infected p-p-perhaps more," Carlos was shaking his head rubbing at the dark shadow of stubble on his cheeks, "It m-m-means you can be there and w-w-watch from a safe d-d-distance," Klaus knew this would cheer up Carlos, the man was morbid that way.
Carlos looked up at that, his hand hiding his small smile for the time being. As he lowered his hand he willed the smile away too. "That is acceptable," he knew Wayne would be there, could he be present at the Son of Gotham's downfall, the thought excited him.
Gotham Town Hall,9:00pm
It was part of the lifestyle that Bruce dreaded. Black tie gala events were springing up in Gotham every week, help the poor, help the armed forces or help the conservation of this or that rain forest. They were becoming a blur, but Bruce went to them all mostly by force thanks to the ever helpful Alfred sending back the RSVP's or calling on his behalf. But Bruce knew he had to keep up the persona of Gotham's number one son and for the most part once he was at the event he was moved by what other Gothamites were trying to do.
Batman had a small part to play in that, people knew that someone was fighting for their city and they joined the fight the only way they knew how by putting their money and other people's money where their mouths were.
Tonight was one especially close to Bruce, though how he had missed the meetings, memos and emails from Wayne Enterprises who were funding the event concerned him a little bit. But the cause was a good one. The Gotham orphanage and young Offenders rehabilitation centre was something that Thomas Wayne had set up months before he died, now over twenty years later it was still going strong but in need of desperate funding thanks to the City's council cutting it's funding by over a third.
"Alfred I need a night off," Bruce had responded as he collapsed onto the plush settee as Alfred had told him of the tonight's event.
Alfred had politely placed the invite onto Bruce's chest "Unfortunately for you Bruce Wayne has already sent a RSVP."
Bruce opened one eye, "I did? Or you did?"
Alfred smiled, "All with your best interests in mind Master Bruce," Bruce groaned loudly, "If it helps Miss Kinkalow has called to say she would be present on the evening and would hate for you not to be there to accompany her."
Bruce spotted her now, a thin crystal cut champagne flute in one hand talking to a tall handsome man near a rather grand Gothic Fountain. Bruce smiled as he watched her, for the moment in no rush to get to her, enjoying the way she pretended to enjoy the gentleman's story it was the little tells that only Bruce seemed to notice, only when the man placed a hand on her upper arm did Bruce react.
He moved through the crowd collecting two champagne flutes as he went smiling politely and offering his own hello's to the other rich elite that had crowded into the hall this evening. He reached the couple in time to hear Selina say, "That's a lovely offer but I am here with someone and I would hate to break his heart."
"Samantha your glass is looking a little empty," Bruce offered one flute to Selina a beaming smile on his face as he did so, only faltering for a second when he recognized the man talking to her. "Mister Constance I am surprised to see you here."
Carlos wanted to laugh out loud at Bruce's attempt to gain the attention of the woman, so quick to fend off a better match for such a beauty than himself, though it was something that Carlos was used to. It was a shame that the woman would not now be taking him up on his offer, though perhaps the reward to Carlos would be that she would become one of the test subjects for batch #35 shortly. "I was in town dealing with insurance and architects." Now it was Carlos' turn to smile at the raised eyebrows of Bruce Wayne, "Of course you would not know the city has given the go ahead for a secondary plant a little further afield and less of an eyesore to be certain but encouraging news never the less."
Bruce could not believe what he was hearing, another chemical plant here in Gotham, had the mayor lost his mind or been offered something that would make him more pliant in signing away the City's future. "You know I will have to fight that don't you?"
Carlos nodded and took a small sip of his own Champagne, a poor vintage that tasted sour to his refined tastes, "That would be a pity, I looked at your proposal and was impressed, we would have made good business partners." Bruce's face reddened and his Jaw clenched with anger, "But it seems our agendas are different after all. Good evening Bruce, Miss Kinkalow." He turned and walked slowly and confidently away a small smile growing bigger with each step.
"If he thinks he can pollute this City again he has another thing coming," Bruce said.
Selina placed her free hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast beneath her touch and the fabric of his suit, "Easy tiger there is a time and a place for righteous indignation but this is not it." Bruce eyed Carlos as he stopped to shake hands with the mayor. "You are not even going to comment on my dress?"
Bruce turned his head begrudgingly and Selina half smiled as she felt his heart skip. Her black sequined dress was strapless her hair flowed in loose curls that sat on her slender and toned bare shoulders. "You look stunning," Bruce said truthfully before taking a long sip of champagne to lubricate his suddenly dry mouth.
"You are not too shabby either," she replied back and regretfully removed her hand from his chest. "I am glad you made it this evening, it being a work night and all."
Bruce laughed gently, "I am allowed a night off from time to time plus I have a little help back home." Bruce motioned to his right ear and Selina knew that sitting just inside his earlobe was a small receiver no doubt linked to a transmitter that Alfred would have hold of.
"Hello Bruce," A gruff voice said from behind and Bruce let his hand fall down as he turned.
"Commissioner Gordon I did not expect to see you here." Bruce took hold of the hand that was offered; he glanced to Gordon's left noticing the redhead next to him in a loud red dress. "It's good to see you again too Miss Gordon.
Gordon spoke as Barbara opened her mouth to talk, quickly overriding her to stop her repeating the scene at the restaurant. "I would not miss this for the world, that teenage rehabilitation centre is worth its weight in gold for all the good it does this city."
"It's good to be seen again too," Barbara stepped forward and she heard her father take a sharp inhale of breath, "And I want to apologize for the restaurant that was stupid of me." The words came out easily thanks to time spent in front of a mirror repeating them until they sounded believable, it was a lie that would keep her father happy and maybe drop Bruce Wayne's guard enough for her to pry into his business a little more.
"No need to apologize I already forgot about that," Bruce replied and found he could not stop staring at Barbara Gordon, there was certainly something about her and not just how attractive she was it was almost as if they had spent more time around one another, a familiarity he could not for the moment place. Bruce came too at the polite cough besides him, "This is Samantha Kinkalow who I believe you have already met."
Barbara blushed, her palms went clammy and goose bumps ran up her arm, "I don't think so..."
Gordon gave a hearty laugh, "I think he means me Barb'." He held out his hand and was surprised when Samantha leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, now it was his turn to blush.
"I never got chance to thank you and your men at the museum Commissioner." Selina said.
"I hear Batman played a part in your rescue didn't he?" Bruce offered trying not to let his feather's be too ruffled by the exclusion.
Barbara thought it was typical of someone like Bruce Wayne to go for the strong male and ignore the fact that other help had arrived long before Batman had gotten there. "And don't forget that Batgirl was there too, didn't she arrive before Batman dad?"
Gordon sighed at the mention of his two biggest headaches and instinctively rubbed his forehead, "From eyewitnesses she was there first, but let us not forget she should not have been there at all let alone Batman."
Selina laughed gently, "Either way it was Gotham Police Department that ended the raid so abruptly and saved my life as well as the diamond." She could see Bruce deflating next to her and it amused her, the redhead was all fire and clearly on the pro feminist roster what with the whole Batgirl spiel, if only she knew she stood toe to toe with someone who at one point dressed like a cat and Selina wondered what the little redheads take on that would be.
Carlos had made it to the rear of the great hall he had done so in a slow manner not wanting to seem over eager in his escape from the centre of the room. He walked up the grand gold gilded stairway and stood on the landing, the cool night air blowing against his back in a stark contrast to the warmth that emanated from the over two hundred people below. He had reason to believe that Klaus' calculations were wrong, the people were packed in tight almost shoulder to shoulder the infection rate he now guessed would be double. He was congratulating himself on his rather keen intelligence when the big band that had taken up half the stage came to life with startling ferocity.
Carlos' jaw tightened and he ground his teeth as suddenly the guests parted the floor, the fountain, first lost amongst the crowd now took centre stage as the remaining guests began to dance slowly around it. Klaus had taken this into account and Carlos made a mental note to hurt the good professor for outthinking him.
Bruce had almost dropped his champagne flute and Selina had given out a slight cry as the music started suddenly. "This is where an old man departs," Gordon said raising his voice to be heard over the music, as he turned Barbara grabbed his arm and shook her head before leading him into a dance.
"Well if he can do it so can we," Selina said as she guided with practiced ease Bruce into a slow close dance.
The Batcave, 9:31pm
Deep beneath Wayne Manor Alfred Pennyworth sipped a late evening cup of Earl Grey tea he would probably be up most of the night anyway so the subtle hit of caffeine would be welcome. The computer had only one task and that was to decipher the images that Bruce had managed to get using the inbuilt camera of his Bat mask. Alfred closed his eyes listening to the soft whirring of the giant computer interspersed with the high pitched call of the Bats that lived deeper in the cave system.
Alfred still lived in hope that one day all this would be behind him, that one day he would flip the switch that would shut down the entire system, open up the subterranean dam and let the cave flood with the waters of the underground lake and finally put an end to this misery. And to Alfred that is how he was living, in misery, watching the remaining Wayne going out night after night fighting criminals and far worse in an attempt to live up to Thomas Wayne's image of the savior of Gotham City and night after night Alfred sat alone in Wayne manor praying to gods he no longer believed in that Bruce would not die.
Alfred forced his eyes open and shifted in his seat letting the blood flow again into one dead leg, those dark thoughts always made him wish for a drink of something warm and astringent, something that would numb his head as well as his taste buds. Nothing was to hand and if he had his way never would be, so instead he pushed his chair in closer to the terminal and started to work the best he could.
To the untrained eye the image of the whiteboard was simply that with nothing to be seen apart from some hastily written numbers and letters. The scraps of paper Bruce had picked up had come to nothing new only what was already known to them, the whiteboard was their last hope time was running out they both knew it. Alfred took control of the image from the computer, feeling more useful and also letting his brain focus on something other than what the future would perhaps one day hold.
Alfred zoomed in on random parts of the board and leaned in trying to see what had been hastily wiped clean but no matter how much he squinted it was simply a washed out blur. Without looking down Alfred's fingers deftly tapped away at the keyboard, a blue filter dropped over the screen and Alfred quickly hit a red filter, his eye brows rising with surprise as part of an image appeared where before only a smeared mess could be seen.
"A canister," It was to be expected, how else were they going to transport the toxin. Now Alfred zoned out of the world around him as he went to work with more filters, a spectrograph and spectrometer.
Slowly the board began to reveal its secrets.
Gotham Town Hall, 9:40pm
"For a suave multi-millionaire you sure don't know how to dance," Selina giggled again as Bruce stumbled once more. Others around them smiled politely then exchanged small jokes just out of Bruce's range of hearing.
'Sir,' The voice came through his ear as if Alfred was stood right next to him, Bruce's body went rigid and Selina looked at him questioningly, her nod was almost unnoticeable to all but Bruce. He leaned into Selina as if he were kissing her neck. "What is it Alfred?"
'Batch thirty five, it's somewhere in Gotham they shipped it only a few days ago in a fountain.' Bruce tried not to react and taking the lead moved Selina around so that he could look at the fountain that currently dominated the centre of the hall. "What sort of fountain?" Bruce asked though he already knew the answer, 'Early fifteen hundred's certainly of gothic design,' Bruce stood up straight looking around for Poison Ivy or even Harley Quinn but neither could be seen, yet there was Carlos Caesar Constance on the landing watching all below him.
"Bruce what is it?" Selina could tell that he was agitated and suddenly alert, his muscles bunched beneath his suit.
"We need to leave," He took her hand and as nonchalant as possible started to leave the dance floor, "Something bad is about to happen," Bruce looked up again Constance had not moved his eyes clearly fixed on the fountain.
"Bruce, wait what about everyone else?"
Barbara shook her head she had watched Bruce Wayne nuzzle the neck of Samantha Kinkalow she had wanted to be disgusted but was more ashamed that she felt jealous of the woman. Barbara had played nice to keep her dad from having a stroke, she had dug a little deeper into Wayne Enterprise but found nothing linking him to any of the crime families, there was something not quite right with Bruce Wayne if only she could figure it out...the thought stopped as both Bruce and Samantha left the dance floor in a hurry a look of worry on Samantha's face. Barbara took a step back from her dad who looked at her with surprise, "sorry I need to go check something," she said quickly as she spun on her heels and fought through the overdressed bad dancers trying to keep track of Bruce Wayne.
Barbara gained ground by elbowing the last few couples out of her way, oblivious to their tutting waving a limp apology as she passed. Barbara caught sight of Samantha heading towards the exit her look of worry slipping into a look of wide eyed panic that made Barbara's stomach clench up. She looked quickly around for Bruce catching a brief glimpse of him as he pushed open a small side door in a corridor ducking into it without wasting a second to look around. Barbara sped forward to catch up.
"No Alfred send the boat, there is a sewer access point just beneath the building the roof may be under surveillance by Ivy." Bruce responded to Alfred's hurried question if the Batwing should be deployed to deliver the Bat suit. The clear contact lens in Bruce's right eye guided him with a tiny electrical map of the building that hovered before him he worked his bowtie loose as he went.
"Bruce!" The female voice shouted from behind, making him spin around half expecting to see Selina come running down the corridor.
"Miss Gordon can I help you?" He asked as calmly as possible, an unknown deadline was approaching and Batman's help was needed, but he could hardly ignore Barbara Gordon, she was too tenacious and would not be easily deflected by a little old Wayne charm.
She had called his name for no other reason than to slow him down she had no idea as to what she would say to him it was worse still now that he stood there calmly waiting for her. "You left in a hurry and I don't think the exit is down that way," she sounded like some stupid brat from the adventure books she had read as a girl.
"Keeping tabs on me Miss Gordon?" He replied and took note of the way she blushed. He had said it in jest but had clearly hit a mark, a little worrying. "If you must know I am trying to have a little privacy and there is a back door this way that the paparazzi do not know about."
'Sir, I am getting more information off the board' Alfred spoke loud and clear into his ear, 'there is a timer...set for...oh my! Sir it is set for ten o'clock tonight you have less than twenty minutes'
Barbara took a step back when she saw Bruce tense up, his whole body swelling in size that alarmed her, something was not right here Bruce was agitated and Samantha terrified of something but what? She wanted to ask but instead she put on her most cheerful smile, "I would say I understand but being the police commissioners daughter I do not get a lot of attention off the paparazzi, I won't tell anyone you were here." She gave a conspiratorial wink as she took another step back, terrified that Bruce Wayne was about to make a grab for her and what? Kidnap her it sounded stupid but the man before her had changed and it scared her a little.
Bruce nodded, "Thank you Miss Gordon, have a pleasant evening," he turned and started to walk before his feelings got the better of him and made him turn around, "Why don't you buy your father a drink on me, I have an open tab at the bar, he could do with one right about now." And then turned and walked a little quicker, not waiting for Barbara's reply.
That struck Barbara as odd, the offer of a drink and the way he had said 'right about now' the tone was forceful and demanding. The clenching in her stomach only got worse, something bad was about to happen and somehow Bruce Wayne had something to do with it. Barbara ran down the corridor her mind screaming at her to get her father out of there, she stopped and pulled the door half open and caught her breath...what about everyone else!
Carlos tapped the railing in time with the music trying to look to the whole world that he was relaxed and enjoying himself and not about to bear witness to the release of a chemical agent that could be used in conflicts around the world in the near future if the batch had been properly manipulated by Klaus. He had watched Bruce leave the dance floor with the harlot, it was disappointing that Bruce would not be part of the experiment after all but there were many more cattle below him that were eager. He watched as the music ended and the guests applauded politely, the applause turning a little louder as Mayor Sebastian Garcia took to the stage waving like the impotent puppet that he was as he strode with fake confidence to the microphone stand. Above him a large ornate clock worked silently away, it was ten minutes to ten.
9:55pm
Gordon turned at the gentle tap on his shoulder, "Miss Kinkalow, have you gone and lost Bruce Wayne?" He said with a big smile beneath his moustache. He had noted as the Mayor had started to talk that Bruce had not taken his seat on the stage along with the two other elected officials and the current manager of the home.
Selina laughed a shrill, jagged sound that she cut short when others turned to look at her in annoyance or concern, "Something like that, he asked me to come get you actually," She could see the brow of the commissioner knitting together, the way his nostrils flared as he tried to detect just how much she had been drinking. She took hold of his upper arm as she smiled at him, realizing a little too late that her grip was perhaps a little too firm.
"...Bruce Wayne," Sebastian Garcia announced and led the applause. He looked over to his left noticing the empty seat on the stage, "Bruce Wayne to the main stage please, Bruce Wayne to the main stage," He said into the microphone and smiled as a handful of guests laughed and started to call out Bruce's name. The clock above him began to chime and he watched as an odd mist flowed from the top of the fountain.
Selina looked up gasping as the mist quickly gathered above them, its release had been silent and startlingly rapid it gained a little height before spreading out the air conditioning blowing it wide before it began to fall onto the guests, "please come with me," She begged the commissioner who managed to pry his eyes free of the odd mist long enough to see the terror in the woman's eyes and nodded for her to lead the way.
Carlos wanted to smile and cheer with joy as the agent was released into the air the moment the clock struck ten o'clock, he had his doubts about Poison Ivy and her crazed little lover called Harley Quinn but they just kept on surprising him. The applause and calls for Bruce Wayne were quickly falling away as more and more people noticed the mist, a couple of people cried out and rightly so, though they did not really know why, as the mist, heavy with Batch #35 started to settle. Carlos guessed the distance to be little more than ten feet from the dispersal point, a quick count of heads told him that at least twenty people would be sufficiently doused in the agent to garner the effects.
People were crying out as the icy could chemical lighted on their skin, some were bent over coughing violently as they inhaled the toxin. Panic soon set in, the outer edges of the party were already starting to flee a couple here and there then a group of four then a larger group and soon everyone was screaming and rushing to get to an exit, all except a group near the fountain who stood still, even when knocked this way and that from people fleeing they remained motionless. Carlos watched one man get knocked to the floor he lay there for a moment then stood back up, his face a void of expression, his eyes glazed and empty.
10:05pm
Batman could hear the horrified cries as he ran down the corridor, he pushed the door open only to have it slammed shut by the stampede of people on the other side. Batman crouched and put his weight against the door pushing it open, feeling bodies bouncing off the wood as it opened further still, he sprung clear rolling across the ground before standing up. He raced against the tide of black suits and fancy dresses trying his best to make head way without injuring any one innocent. It did not take long before he was pushing harder still, people toppled backwards as he screamed for them to move out of his way. A black gloved hand dropped from the ceiling and he grabbed it and found himself being lifted from the ground onto the balcony above. "You," he said as he clambered over the railing.
Batgirl nodded, her mouth covered by the gas mask he had given her the night before, "I thought you could do with a little help." Batman was surprised to see her she had almost died the night before yet her she was ready to lend a hand again, whoever it was under that mask was made of tough stuff indeed and Bruce Wayne would dearly like to meet her. "I saw him leave moments before it happened."
Batman scanned the balcony, he could not see Carlos anywhere, looking down he could see the effects of batch thirty five, a group of people stood silently while friends, lovers, and wives tried to pull them away pleading and crying for them to listen. "Which way did you see Carlos go?" Batman asked.
"Who's Carlos? I meant Bruce Wayne, he left right before that mist came and he was in a serious hurry too. I think he's behind this."
Batman wanted to laugh but bit his tongue, now two people were paranoid about Bruce Wayne. His head spun for a moment and his heart skipped a couple of beats. He noted the red hair, the small freckle just below her right eye the same as Barbara Gordon's and he knew if she removed that mask that both Barbara Gordon and Batgirl's shade of lipstick would match. For a great detective he had missed the obvious but for Batman and Bruce Wayne to exist hiding in plain sight was the obvious thing to do. "Bruce Wayne is innocent in all this, Carlos Constance is behind Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, this whole thing is a set up to test a new mind control drug."
He watched her eyes widen in surprise then panic as her head flicked to the floor below them and to one man in particular who at this very moment stood motionless. "Go down there see what help they need, get them to Gotham General, a secure wing full lockdown we need to find a cure." Batman caught sight of a white suit just entering a lift at the further end of the mezzanine, "I'm going after Constance, if there is a cure he will know what it is or who has it." He raced off, letting Barbara go to her father rather than having her tagging along worrying.
Batgirl leapt from the balcony hardly feeling the heavy landing beneath her feet, she rushed to her silent and motionless father. She halted a few feet from him, she reached up and unclipped her gas mask dropping it to the floor, she had been worried to step any closer in case she became the same way but her concern far outweighed the worry. She raised one hand "Dad?" she said quietly, her emotions sending the word quivering. She forced her feet to move, taking two steps forward and noticing the woman next to her father her mind fleetingly wondering when Samantha Kinkalow had decided to come back. "Dad?" she said again more forcefully this time and pulled at his suit jacket. His response was the same as everyone around him, glazed eyes and a face void of any emotion.
"Simone, Simone come on." The voice was loud and recognizable the mayor was dragging his wife across the ground, nothing more than dead weight in her state begging for her to move as he did so.
Batgirl squeezed her father's arm and rushed over to the mayor. "Sir we have to get these people to Gotham General they have been exposed to a toxin."
The mayor looked up from his wife, tears streaming down his face, "what...who the hell...you!" he let go of his wife's arm her body hitting the floor with a dull thump. "What have you and your crazy friend done to my wife?" he shouted accusingly.
"Us, we are trying to help Mayor Garcia. Batman is going after the real culprit." Batgirl bit back, her emotions over spilling as her tears did the same. "We need to get these people somewhere safe,"
Mayor Garcia was shaking his head mumbling to himself, "Batman, this is all Batman's fault and the rest of those costumed freaks."
Batgirl grabbed him and gave him a wicked shake his head flicking back once eliciting a gasp from the man, "Listen to me, this is down to someone very human called Carlos Constance he is the reason your wife and my fa...friend is like this." As she spoke Simone Garcia stood up, she blinked once and was still.
"Carlos Constance, Axis Chemicals Carlos Constance?" The mayor's mouth hung open as the words sunk in then closed shut his jaw clenching. He reached up wiping at his tear streaked face he swallowed hard and took a look at his wife, then at everyone around him. "Gotham General right,"
Batgirl nodded, "a secure ward, full lockdown."
"The secure ward on full lockdown," The mayor repeated and nodded, "But look at them what harm can they do, their just living statues."
Batgirl shrugged, "There is a cure and he will bring it, that's all I know." She began to move off, wanting to stay with her father but being tugged after another man who right now was somewhere above her fighting to get a cure.
"How are we supposed to get them there, look at them?" The Mayor shouted, if the Batgirl had heard she made no attempt of acknowledging or responding. Sebastian Garcia looked around at the motionless figures and raised his hands in despair. "Great living statues, now how do I get you to walk single file to the exit?" He said it jokingly then gasped as suddenly the figures fell into line and walked single file towards the exit.
Gotham Town Hall Rooftop,
Carlos had wanted to stay to see if any residual toxin would affect others that had not fled the scene, but he had given himself five minutes to watch the main event for the evening before his phone had alerted him that it was time to go. Just as well really as he had entered the lift to the top floor and from there the roof he had caught sight of Gotham's guardian angel and his side kick only feet from where he had originally stood.
Now on the roof the night air was fresh against his dark complexion he could hear the sound of approaching sirens, a mix of police cars, ambulances and fire engines working together to mask the dull thud of approaching helicopter blades. Two lights up high were rapidly approaching, one would be his ride the other a police helicopter, he amused himself for the moment by trying to guess which was which.
The yelp that escaped him was high pitched almost feminine as he was grabbed from behind and physically lifted into the air. Carlos' feet kicked the air as he struggled to get free of his assailant as he was rushed with sickening speed to the edge of the building. His feet touched the ledge of the roof for a moment as he was spun round, the air was choked from him as a strong hand grabbed his shirt at the front and lifted him once more carrying him the few inches clear of the roof top. Carlos screamed in terror at the drop beneath him.
"The cure," Batman screamed in fury at the man he now held, the terror in his eyes a pleasing sight to Batman. He loosened his grip letting the man move perhaps an inch further down, "I cannot hold you forever,"
The look of terror dropped from the man's face suddenly the kicking and screaming going with it. Now Carlos smiled "Kill me and you will never have a cure," There was still fear in the man's eyes, the way he looked down at the street beneath him and up at Batman he was playing a dangerous game but had begun to realise that he perhaps had the upper hand. "Shall we play the game Caped Crusader, let me go and see if a cure mysteriously arrives or let me become a piece of sidewalk art and see how long it takes for a cure to ever be found," he gave a shrug the best he could, "make your move."
Batman let out a dark scream and for a moment Carlos felt the grip on him loosen and the fear was upon him again, the grip tightened and he was moving through the air swinging back onto the rooftop, the grip letting go sending him flying. He landed in a crumpled heap on the ground sharp gravel dug into his skin and cut him. Carlos turned around feeling the bruises that would soon appear on his arms and legs as he moved. He noted how ripped and dirty his suit was and tutted in disgust. "A wise decision on your half," he was jerked upwards as he spoke, his expensive shoes dragging in the gravel as Batman moved him slamming him up against a wall.
The fury had gone from Batman and the three words he spoke came out in a menacing whisper. "The cure, now."
Carlos shrugged, "I wish I could, but I have other plans for the evening," His eyes flicked over the Batman's shoulder's and he cursed himself for being so stupid.
Batman loosened his grip and was turning when the high heeled foot kicked him hard in the back of one knee dropping him to the floor, "Surprise!" Harley Quinn shouted out and brought the oversized mallet swinging down letting it land with a satisfying thonk on the side of Batman's head sending him tumbling to the ground. She followed him closely and as he lifted his head again she took another swing knocking him across the roof a little more, "Well it ain't croquet but no one here cares."
When she swung a third time Batman caught it under his chest, one arm closing around the shaft and holding it in place and wrenched it from Harley Quinn's grip, who, taken by surprise tottered forward a couple of steps before tumbling over the prone figure of Batman. She got to her feet as quick as she could, turning as she heard Batman doing the same thing. She smiled wickedly at the blood that had seeped over one eye and over one half of his lower face.
The helicopter swung in low and fast, its high beam light picking out everyone on the rooftop. Carlos waved it to come lower but instead a rope ladder was heaved out of one door and unraveled as it fell. Batman ran back as best he could seeing double of everything every time he blinked, reaching out with one hand to pull Carlos back and away from his escape.
"No kiss?" Harley Quinn screeched as she jumped onto Batman's back her arms locking around his throat her legs around his waist. The added weight knocking Batman off balance and he fell to one knee looking up as the helicopter slid sideways and up, Carlos dangling from the rope ladder beneath it. "How romantic, just you, me and the moonlight." Harley began to hum a gentle tune. Batman stood up and pushed backwards before Harley Quinn had time to realize what he was doing, he smiled as he heard the tune end with a loud gasp as his full weight smashed her into the wall, her arms and legs flying loose.
He turned around letting Harley Quinn get to her feet, "I like it rough Bats, but not that rough," she was bent over her breath hitching as she took in air, "You fight dirty."
"Let the cops know when they find you up here," he reached into his belt pulling free a restraining coil he grabbed one of Harley's wrists and fed the loop around it, he grabbed her second wrist and noticed the small bottle she was holding a second too late. The aerosol exploded outwards directly into his face, his instincts batted it away and he took a few steps back wiping at his face. He could still move so whatever it was it had not been what had been released downstairs. "What was that?" He stormed up to Harley Quinn grabbing her by the throat.
She tried to laugh but the sound caught in her throat as she felt the hand close tight around it, so much for the love drug it seemed. She tried to speak but the grip was too much, finally he loosened it enough for her to take a gulp of air, she whispered something then. Batman's head tilting to one side, she whispered again this time his head came in closer, one more whisper and he was within in kissing distance, "Gotcha!" She whispered again and kissed him fully on the lips.
Try as he might Batman could not break the kiss, his body was tensed up as every muscle willed him to knock her away but he found himself leaning in, tasting a mix of his blood and her saliva as her tongue found its way into his open mouth. His hand loosened on her neck slipping down her front, finding one breast and cupping it firmly. He kicked her legs apart the kiss broke momentarily as she let out a gasp and a giggle. "Why Batman is that a batarang in your pocket or are you pleased to see me,"
It was at that point that a figure darted forward grabbing hold of Batman and pushing him away from Harley Quinn, his grip on her taking her with him as he stumbled before he let go and tripped over his own feet. Harley Quinn spun on her tip toes regaining her balance but Batgirls punch landing firmly on her cheek sent her wheeling once more and she finally fell hard on her backside. "What are you doing?" the question was aimed at Batman. His response was a growl and a clumsy haymaker swing that Batgirl deftly ducked and responded on instinct with a swift knee to his gut, doubling him over as he tottered forward. "Seriously?" she gasped out as she raised her arms defensively blocking her upper body and face from any potential attack.
"She's mine," Batman spat out rounding on Batgirl and swinging out with a punch that was slowed by her raised arm but with enough power to knock her sideways still. His next thrown punch she caught with her right arm pulling his arm taunt she aimed her punch at his elbow, the joint bending the wrong way with the force a sound of anguish that on anyone else would have made Batgirl smile.
Batgirl let his hand go and took a few steps back to give her distance to maneuver if he continued this lunatic assault on her. "I don't know what she has done to you but snap out of it," She dared a quick look over at Harley Quinn who was now finally on her feet and looking a little dazed from the sucker punch she had received.
"When you've quit playing with the Bat Bitch come get me if you can," Harley Quinn teased and quickly headed to the fire escape and, before descending blew a theatrical kiss towards Batman.
Batman's attention went from Batgirl and he turned to give chase, "Wait what are you doing?" She called out.
Batman turned his head, his mouth opened to reply but the words lodged, his head was heavy and all his thoughts were stuck on Harley Quinn, any other thought was trampled upon even the thoughts of, of...a cure, that word had power it sparked something deep inside him but not enough to forget Harley Quinn. He had to find her, he had to have her even if she resisted he would take her again and again until she gave in if that's what it took. He flew forward leaving behind Batgirl who shouted for him to stay and pleaded for answers.
He landed hard on the ground moments after leaving the roof top, but Harley Quinn was nowhere to be seen, he shouted her name in a rage but the only reply was the approaching sirens. He ran down the alleyway towards the main street bursting out onto the brightly lit pavement to gasps of surprise of the gathered crowds. One police car pulled up and two officers jumped out guns rising as they did so, "Batman, freeze." One shouted they had learnt the hard way about shooting first and asking questions afterwards from the museum, only this time they should not have heeded that advice.
Batman ran forward, one hand landing on the hot bonnet of the police car, he propelled himself forward feet first. Batman's outstretched right foot connected with the face of the shouting officer. His hat flying as he fell backwards, Batman continuing over him and landing on both feet as he continued his clueless chase of Harley Quinn.
Now the sirens were louder as police cars turned and gave chase, a helicopter high above sped overhead it's spot light streaking over him before they realised where he was and began turning in the night sky. By the time the helicopter had maneuvered back round it had lost all trace of the Batman, "Dispatch we have lost sight of Batman," the pilot radioed in shaking his head, he had tried to track the Batman countless times and another missed opportunity was chalked up.
Batman slowed, his head ached with the thought of Harley Quinn, and he pressed his thumbs into his eye sockets gently at first then applied more pressure, harder and harder still until he began to scream in pain, yet the thought of Harley Quinn lingered still. "Looking for someone?" The southern drawl so silky in tone to Batman sounded heavy in a Brooklyn accent. For a moment he saw Harley Quinn before him, her blonde hair, died red at the tips, her skirt short and inviting and her corset loose and open for him, then his vision doubled and when it returned Poison Ivy stood before him.
Ivy could not help but smile at the helpless and confused Bat, she had watched from a safe distance as he raced across the street attacking the poor police officer as he went. She had listened in her limousine to the audio of the events on the roof, giddy with excitement at the effects of the Lover's embrace toxin. Had she known its potent effects she would have rigged a camera on the roof to tape the mating habit of the Bat, but she had not and with the rather upsetting arrival of one Batgirl everything had come to an abrupt end...but the night was young and Harley Quinn was already on her way to the warehouse. A warehouse rigged with enough cameras that by the following morning Batman's cock and Harley Quinn's well used cunt would be front page and headline news of every newspaper around the globe.
"Where is she?" Batman rasped out.
Ivy placed one hand on the side of her face a mock look of shock on her face, "Why you don't mean my pretty little Harley Quinn do you?" He grunted at her name and his body tensed. "My, oh my you have got a bad case of the love sick puppy," she continued her approach with little concern for her safety, with the Bat so confused he was clearly not concerned by Poison Ivy.
Without warning Batman flew at her, Ivy barely had chance to raise another hand in defense before she felt his hand around her throat and for the second time that evening Batman slammed the body of a woman against a wall. "Where is she?" he screamed, blood and saliva flying from his mouth coating Ivy's face.
He stood pressed up against pinning her whole body with his own. Ivy's heart pounded in her chest excitement had given way to fear with the ferocity of the attack. She could smell his sweat and the iron scent of his blood she could also feel the hard mass below his waist. "Why Batman," she swallowed her fear, "You seem to be very excitable." The grip tightened on her throat as he bared his teeth in a feral rage. With one hand she reached out and grabbed his free hand lifting it up and placing it firmly on one of her heavy breasts, her fear ebbing, excitement returning as well as curiosity. "Why settle for Harley Quinn when you can have her master."
Ivy tried not to tense as Batman leaned in, his hooded face now mere centimeters from her own, she could smell his blood and sweat, feel the heat rising from him in waves, hear his ragged heavy breathing. He sniffed at her neck before running his tongue across her pale green flesh raising goose bumps as it went. Ivy gave out a gasp as the hand on her breast tightened painfully, with a sound that was almost wet her unitard was pulled then ripped open. Batman's gloved hand found her now naked breast and squeezed again her nipple bulging upwards hard and prominent.
"This is wrong," Batman muttered and suddenly his dropped and he staggered backwards both hands going to his head, "This....this is wrong," he looked at Ivy, noticed her ripped unitard how her heavy breasts jutted out from the torn fabric, his instincts screamed trap as they had done on the roof with Harley Quinn, "Where is she where's Harley Quinn?" he asked again, her face and name like an itch in his brain. His cock was a painful mass pushing against the tight fitting uniform, he needed release but he needed Harley Quinn more.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Ivy responded. The Batman moved quickly almost a blur to Ivy as he grabbed her arms and spun her around. Her face scraped up the wall of the building and she hissed with the sudden pain. Her legs were kicked apart and she felt Batman's hands on her backside tearing the fabric apart as if it were paper. One hand left her ample backside it returned moments later and she felt something else, thick and hard press against her. Ivy wiggled her bum feeling for the first time Batman's cock.
Batman knew it was wrong yet he knew that it was the only thing that felt right, he gripped his cock and nudged it against Ivy's labia, he pushed forward her dryness not deterring him as he began to fuck her. He sped up as she became more moist and receptive to him, his hands clenching her backside as he buried himself deeper with each thrust.
When Ivy had felt Batman's cock head nudging at her unprepared sex suddenly followed by him thrusting it into her, she had bitten down drawing blood as she bit her lower lip holding back her cry as his thick meat had stretched and filled her up. Though it did not take her long to become wet not with such a cock in her as Batman's. With each thrust he gave Ivy pushed back meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Where's Harley? Where's Harley?" Batman repeated time and time again as his cock thrust forward into Ivy, her feet now lifting from the ground with the force of his actions. His mantra turning into gibberish as he sped up faster and faster, Ivy's face scrapped against the wall as her arms gave way, she gave no fight as she felt him peaking. With one last thrust he let out an anguished cry and Ivy felt the warmth flood into her.
The cry had finally allowed Batgirl to locate her missing ally, she had tried to follow the cops but they were clueless and stretched thin trying to deal with the panic crowd outside of the hall. She moved down the fire escape as quickly as she could, her feet carrying her faster as she heard a female laugh below her.
Batman staggered back from Ivy, who turned on shaky legs, her face marked and bleeding on one cheek and her lower lip. She could feel his seed oozing from her already he had unloaded more than either Ivy or Isley had ever had the satisfaction of receiving. Batman stood breathing deeply, his cock already wilting making him look pathetic in his suit. Ivy had to laugh at his state, if only she had brought the camera's here, the whole world could have watched The Batman take Ivy, she was a little jealous that Harley Quinn would soon be on the receiving end of Batman's cock.
Batgirl dropped the last eight feet landing perfectly and rushing quickly to Batman's side, she had chance to glance down and caught her own breath when she realised she was not seeing things. "What have you done to him?" She hissed at the ragged figure of Poison Ivy before flying at her.
"You are always interfering aren't you?" Ivy spat back and delivered a round house kick that sent the figure of Batgirl flying backwards into a pile of trash bags. "Sooner or later you and I will have to dance properly," Ivy could hear the sirens approaching fast, perhaps only a few blocks away now. Her limousine had pulled up to the entrance of the alleyway, the rear door opening automatically, "However for now Batgirl I will let you learn some more dance moves," she turned from the stricken girl and began to walk towards her car, she cast a glance at Batman, "until next time lover boy." She blew him a kiss and continued on her way.
"Where's Harley?" He responded groggily, he tried to move forward but fell to his knees.
Batgirl pulled herself up out of the stinking garbage and knelt down next to Batman feeling the ache in her ribs from Ivy's Kick. "We need to get you somewhere safe?"
Batman looked up at her with wide eyes, his voice high and panicky. "Where's Harley?"
Batgirl had never heard such terror in a voice before or the look of utter incomprehension as to what was happening. She chanced a look up and watched the limousine pull away, the alleyway now open she did not want to look back down at the stricken Batman but had no choice, "Please I need your help the police will find us soon and I cannot carry you." Batman opened his mouth to speak, 'if he asks where Harley is again I am going to scream.' Batgirl thought. He must have seen the look on her face, his jaw clamped shut and he pointed to his wrist.
Batgirl turned his wrist over, noticing the thin pad of a computer, keys smooth and flat she had time even now to admire the technology of The Batman. "Which one?" The buttons were overwhelming in their utter lack of markings "Which one?" she asked again. Batman had slipped into unconsciousness, she shook him the best she could but he failed to wake up. She had no choice now and started to press likely buttons. She could hear the suit working away and gave a surprised yelp as a set of spikes suddenly poked out of his knuckles before retracting.
A screen she had not realized was there suddenly lit up, green on black lettering scrolled across the screen. She noticed co-ordinates, miles per hour and oil temperature, and sighed audibly as the co-ordinates began to shift. A police car sped past its blue and red lights illuminating the alleyway for a brief second, a deeper rumble was now fast approaching and Batman's wrist began to emit a low beep one that was speeding up as the sound grew closer.
Batgirl scrambled to her feet as a black car burst into the alleyway its headlights blinding her as it approached then slowed down. Batgirl slipped under Batman's arm and lifted him half crawling half walking with his bulk towards the awaiting car. The Bat mobile was something to behold, its plate armor thick, heavy and sleek as they got closer the canopy slid open. It took three attempts to get Batman into the car; he landed with a thud head first in the passenger seat. Batgirl climbed aboard into the driver's seat, the canopy closing again automatically. She straightened Batman up, worried that he would swallow his own tongue, or if he vomited, choke on that instead. He gave a mumble his eyes flickering open suddenly head twitching from side to side. "Where..." He started and Batgirl held her breath waiting for the inevitable but instead he caught himself and re-started, "Where am I?"
"In your car, but damn if I know how to drive this thing?"
Batman, slumped forward and Batgirl shook him hard this time he sat up right, "Press that," he said and remained conscious for the few seconds it took for the girl to do as he had requested, when the engines fired up and the car sped forward under auto pilot he slumped forward again, his last conscious thought was of a petite lady, with white face paint and a body that he needed to feel.
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