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Dark Harvest
Chapter 7: Strings - Part 1
Written and Edited by R.S.
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Justice League Watchtower
Things were going from bad to worse. The infirmary was quickly filling with the wounded from confronting the swarm of Ivy’s powerful plant army. The entire Watchtower was buzzing with urgent and frenzied activity. People, mostly still in costume, were running back and forth rushing the most gravely injured to get medical attention first.
Black Canary squeezed the hand of one of the wounded, a young man she knew well, as she helped rush the stretcher down one of the long hallways toward the infirmary. His arm and several of his ribs had been broken in the fighting. Each breath he took had to be excruciating.
“Shhh, don’t try to talk, Roy” she said gently, her features grim but determined. “You’re going to be alright.”
Dinah stopped at the extra wide infirmary doors and leaned her back against the wall in exhaustion. She watched as the doctors wheeled Arsenal the rest of the way into the ever more crowded facility. There was a swirling motion of bodies racing around the cavernous infirmary from table to table. She caught glimpses of the Atom, Dr. Midnight, and Dr. Light amidst the chaos but there were already more patients than they could handle. Many were still lying out in the hallways, moaning in pain on gurneys, or sprawled on the floor.
The enemy had swept across the land with uncanny speed and ruthless destructive power.
Most major cities had already been hit or were in the process of being attacked with the notable exception of Metropolis. No one could yet figure out why one of the largest cities had been spared but most had deemed it a small stroke of luck in an otherwise horrific day.
The majority of heavy hitters from the League were already out in force, spread across the country to engage with the frighteningly powerful foes. Wonder Woman, decked out in full golden battle armor, was holding her own as was Captain Marvel but Green Lanterns Guy Gardner and Kyle Rayner had already fallen.
The League was suffering far more defeats than victories. Good news was becoming ever more scarce. Untold amounts of civilians had been killed or injured in the sprawling battles and the total property damage numbers were rising each minute. It was nothing short of a full scale war raging around the country.
As badly as the plant hybrids were tearing up the cities, another menace was causing even more destruction. Train car sized vines had surged up from the ground wherever Ivy’s soldiers went, clogging streets and coiling around entire buildings and bridges. They grew and spread at an alarming pace consuming everything they came into contact with. Whole sections of cities had been turned into lush green jungles as the vines gobbled up all the space they could.
Black Canary pushed herself away from the wall and hurried back down the hallway to where more wounded remained. She turned a corner at high speed and skidded to a halt just before colliding with Red Tornado.
“Apologies, Dinah” the somewhat tinny sounding android’s voice said. “Do you know where Green Arrow is? We could use his assistance with the injured.”
The pretty blonde shook her head quickly.
“I don’t know, Reddy. Ollie was here a little while ago. He’s probably at the teleporters helping with the new arrivals.”
The android leaned in a bit closer, his modulated voice lowered to where only she could hear him.
“Has there been any progress in attempting to contact Superman?”
She turned away slightly, her blue eyes sweeping to the floor, while her hand subconsciously clasped her still bruised wrist concealed underneath the sleeve of her black leather jacket. Canary’s mind wandered back to the earlier incident in training room. The look of malice in Superman’s eyes was not the man she knew. She had tried not to think too much about it, which wasn’t hard considering how busy she’d been, but there was certainly something amiss with Superman. Thoughts and ideas began forming in her mind but were not quite solidified.
“Are you feeling alright, Dinah?” he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. “You seem distracted.”
“I’m fine, Reddy” she answered, shaking it off. “And no, Superman’s communicator is still turned off. Last time I spotted him on the monitors he was headed due north- my guess is to the Fortress. But the Fortress of Solitude’s shielding could be interfering with the COMM link communications and no one is answering the distress calls I’ve sent.”
Black Canary started forward, walking with Red Tornado down the long hallway. He was slightly taller than average, with an athletic build. His eyes were perpetually glowing yellow points of light in an otherwise unremarkable looking face. Some members of the League found it a bit unnerving being around him for too long but she liked him and enjoyed his company.
She knew Reddy felt like an outsider at times and felt that he was not appreciated as a sentient, independent organism. Many members of the League simply treated him as one would a walking talking toaster. But he always performed well during missions and did his duty without complaint. That much, at least, was enough to earn Black Canary’s respect.
“Until he turns his communicator back on or he leaves the North Pole,” Dinah continued. “I don’t think we can track him. But for all we know he could also be somewhere else on the planet entirely or someplace else with electronic shielding. And to make matters even worse, the Watchtower’s scanners have started acting strangely in the past half an hour. I‘ve been having trouble keeping track of everyone else in the field let alone Superman.”
The android’s face somehow managed to look grim.
“And we cannot spare the manpower to go searching the planet for him,” he responded, finishing her thoughts.
Dinah nodded solemnly.
“I hate to say it but that‘s the situation we‘re looking at, Reddy.”
Red Tornado paused, seemingly in thought before he spoke.
“I will go down and the inspect the scanners and computer systems to see if the problems are internal.” Reddy smiled at her which appeared both slightly awkward and reassuring at the same time. Either way she appreciated the effort. “Machines and I tend to get along quite well after all.”
Dinah couldn’t help but smile back as they started to part ways at an intersection of corridors.
“Do not worry, Dinah” he said, speaking over his shoulder. “I know Superman well enough to believe that he will come through for us in the end. He will not let us down.”

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Superman’s eyes fluttered open just in time to see the white concrete floor come rushing toward his face. He landed with a pained grunt and heard bare feet padding away from him. The hard landing did nothing to help the already harsh pounding going on inside his skull. His shoulders and wrists were throbbing and something thick, cold, and metallic was coiled many times around his arms, effectively keeping them trapped behind his back. He wearily gauged his surroundings through bleary eyes as he struggled to bring everything into focus.
The walls and high ceiling were made almost entirely out of clear glass. All manner of plants, familiar ones like roses and daisies, and ones he had never seen in his life filled the monolithic greenhouse. They lined long tables up and down the entire length of the glass encased area throwing beautiful riots of eye catching color everywhere he looked.
He groaned as he carefully pushed off from his chest and maneuvered himself off the cool floor to a standing position. His jaw and ribs were still protesting with pain but most of it had subsided. A meek sounding male voice reached his ears from several feet away and he turned to see its source.
It was a short pudgy man wearing a long white lab coat and black rimmed glasses. There was a ring of thin vines, sprouting tiny white flowers, collared around his short neck. He was speaking with one of the Amazon like plant hybrids and clutched a cylindrical glass beaker in his right hand. As Superman watched, the green skinned woman pressed her hand flat over the opening of the container and closed her eyes.
Almost immediately a thick looking liquid began oozing from her palm, like a towel being wrung out, into the beaker. It flowed out like molasses and slowly filled up the container to its brim. The little man muttered his thanks, bowed his head reverently, then quickly jammed a stopper over the opening and hurried off through a pair of large double doors on the far wall.
When Superman turned his attention back, a pair of glowing green eyes met his. The beautiful plant woman was staring directly at him.
“What was that substance you put into the container?” he asked.
“You did not recognize it, Superman?” the plant hybrid asked. Her voice was steady but he thought he detected a hint of amusement.
He slowly shook his head in confusion.
“It was your seed of course. I already told you that Mistress Ivy required it. Now she has it and we can awaken the rest of my sisters and continue our campaign of destroying this evil world and every human in it.”
Superman’s mouth dropped, barely believing what he was hearing. From the sound of things Ivy would soon be in control of a super powered army. He had no way of knowing how many of the plant hybrid women were already out in the world wreaking havoc or how many more there were going to be in the future. Either way it painted a very grim picture for his adopted planet.
“Where is Ivy?” he asked cautiously.
The last thing he wanted to do was set her off while he was still restrained. If he could just talk to Poison Ivy maybe he could convince her that this plan was sheer madness.
The green woman stared at him for a moment before her shining eyes flicked upward. Superman followed her gaze toward the ceiling of the greenhouse, his eyes opening wide with astonishment.
What appeared to be an impossibly large and beautiful rose bud hung suspended a few feet from the towering ceiling. The large, thick vines spreading out from it had formed a spider web around the metal supports and allowed the gigantic blood red bud to dangle solidly in place. As he gaped, the long rope like tendrils began slithering and moving, slowly lowering the bud downward. It glided silently to a stop about two feet from the floor.
Its petals delicately unfurled revealing Poison Ivy’s lounging form inside. With the petals open the entire flower looked about the size of a mini van. Ivy rested languidly on her side on the soft and luxurious looking interior of the plant. She slowly rose and began stretching her arms above her head as if she had been taking a particularly restful little cat nap.
The sudden rush of hot anger that washed through Superman helped to dull some of the pain still wracking his body. Behind his back, still shackled, his knuckles popped as his fists clenched hard enough to crush granite. Black Canary rushed through his mind and remembering how he had hurt her and come so close to doing much worse only further fanned the flames.
The plant hybrid woman stepped into view in the corner of his eye, glaring an obvious warning. Any more overt act of aggression and she would be on him in less than a second.
Taking her time, Poison Ivy swung her legs down off the side of the huge flower and casually strolled toward him- each long and spectacular leg crossing hypnotically in front of the other. She moved with liquid grace and it was impossible for Superman to ignore the exquisitely feminine curves of her body and the casual yet utterly sexual sway of her hips from side to side. The strapless leaf green bustier she wore jealously hugged her slender waist and accentuated her flawless full cleavage.
A cascade of flowing scarlet hair reached down well past her shoulders and held a couple of small dark violet flowers on one side. Her skin was flawless, smooth perfection aching to be caressed. Her gorgeous face bore a look of supreme confidence. Brilliant jade eyes focused in on him, shining with unabashed delight. Lush, full, emerald lips curled upward into a devious yet seductive smile.
Superman could feel his anger rapidly cool as a quiver of arousal slipped down his spine. Her mere oncoming presence was a sheer physical force upon his body that refused to be denied. It was more than just the bullet train of pheromones colliding into him this time. He felt a powerful, primal urge to kneel down before her and thank her for allowing him to do so. It was only through sheer force of will that he remained standing.
She walked a slow, deliberate circle once around him, a predatory grin on angelic lips.
“Superman,” she said with amusement. “Beaten, bound, but not broken- yet anyway. Welcome to the beginning of my New Eden. You should feel honored.”
Ivy’s voice was rich velvet to his ears and sent another ripple of pleasure slicing through his core. It stirred something deep inside of him and demanded to be listened to.
Superman’s breathing quickened and his heart sped a few beats faster as she closed in and rested her cheek and hands against his broad chest in an oddly affectionate manner. Her wonderfully intoxicating perfume filled his nostrils and played ping pong with his thoughts. The constant barrage of pheromones only piled on to further cloud his mind.
“Mmm…I always feel so safe with you, Superman” she uttered in that same amused tone. “But I bet you hear that from all the girls.”
“G-get away from me, Ivy,” he said, a bit less convincing than he had intended.
The stunning villainess let out a short musical laugh and only moved in closer, allowing her warm, supple breasts and body to press maddeningly against him. Despite the dire situation he could feel his body begin to stir and respond. Ivy maneuvered her smooth thigh between his muscled legs and up against his crotch.
She gazed up at him with a knowing smirk. “We both know that isn’t what you really want, lover,” she purred. “Because your little…” she grinned, pausing a beat. “..ah I mean big friend down there is telling me a completely different story. I think he wants to come out and play.”
Remaining as stone faced as possible, the Man of Steel did his best to ignore her- though that was growing increasingly more difficult.
“But that can wait for now,” she said pulling away from him.
She snapped her fingers loudly and vines began crawling along the nearby wall at her command, flipping a switch. Pleasant yellow light spilled over them both in a circular island.
“Ah, now doesn’t that feel better?” asked the villainess. “You know you and I are similar in a way. Both of us need and enjoy yellow sunlight.”
Ivy frowned as he stared stoically straight ahead and made no move to acknowledge her. Then she made a quick gesture toward her obedient plant creation.
“Remove his restraints. I see no further need for them.”
She eyed the superhero coolly. “There is no apparent threat here that I can’t handle on my own.”
The hybrid soldier readily complied, roughly twisting the knots of thick metal off of his wrists and forearms before dropping it with a heavy clang to the floor. He was sure she had used more force than was really necessary.
“Now leave us,” Poison Ivy ordered calmly.
The hybrid hesitated for a fraction of a second before obediently filing through double doors at one end of the greenhouse. Superman’s eyes followed her the entire way.
“Alone at last,” Ivy said flashing him a brilliant smile.
She stepped closer into the circle of light casting a glance up at the trio of circular yellow sun lamps baring down on them from above.
“They feel good to me too though they don’t really do as much for me,” she added conversationally. “My plants love them as well.”
She motioned with her hand and the remaining huge, blood red flower petals of the giant rose folded away giving Superman an unobstructed view of the inside of the flower. It looked soft and comfortable like a huge lavish bed. More sun lamps flicked on above it casting a soft inviting glow around it all.
He tensed as Ivy’s warm, soft hand tenderly caressed his cheek for a moment before moving to stroke his jet black hair. Her touch was undeniably electric yet also intensely soothing and sent a spark of yearning racing through him.
“I know you’re feeling a bit tired after your recent journey here, lover. You can lie down over there with your head in my lap while I run my fingers through your hair. You can forget all your troubles and rest. Doesn‘t that sound good?”
Superman could feel his eyelids become dangerously heavy. The pleasant combination of Ivy’s soothing, seductive voice, the warm yellow light, and the prospect of resting his aches and pains away was becoming increasingly tempting. His body practically screamed for it. It would be so much easier to give up the fight and simply close his eyes and invite the darkness.
“Shhh…shhh…that’s it,” Ivy cooed softly. “Just relax and go to sleep and let Ivy take care of everything. There‘s no need to struggle any longer.”
He began to sway forward and back on his feet, his eyes fighting to stay open. Then something in his brain kicked in just as he started to drift off. More images of Dinah and Kara and what he had almost done to both of him slammed into his mind. His blue eyes snapped open, once again alert and awake.
“Never,” he answered flatly, staring his tormentor down.
Poison Ivy’s emerald eyes narrowed slightly but she otherwise remained perfectly calm. The sun lamps abruptly shut off, taking their pleasant, comforting warmth with them.
He faced her now, easily towering over her but she did not give away a hint of being intimidated by his large, muscled frame.
“You are going to answer for your crimes, Ivy” he rumbled. “And for making me hurt my friends. This is only going to end one way- with you back behind bars.”
She placed a hand over her mouth and yawned.
“Do you ever get tired of repeating yourself over and over again?” she asked, total arrogance lacing her voice. “I fear no man- even one as powerful as you. And based on results we both know you simply can‘t defeat me, Superman. I’ve beaten you every single time and will continue to do so. You might as well give up right now.”
Renewed anger flashed again. Her condescending, haughty attitude was creeping under his skin more and more each second.
“You should know that’s never going to happen, Ivy. Never. I--” he broke off suddenly, losing his train of thought.
She was holding a small cylindrical glass vial, tilting it left and right between her thumb and index finger. He could see the familiar light blue liquid of the plant extract swishing around inside. Flashbacks of the unbelievably intense pleasure he felt during their last encounter flooded back to him. He could almost feel it once again as a powerful craving surged over his whole being. The liquid seemed to sing to his soul- to call out and beckon him like a siren’s song.
Poison Ivy grinned widely.
“Thought this would get your attention. Now why don’t you just let me rub some of this all over that nice big cock again hmm?”
Superman’s mouth hung open slightly as he anxiously eyed the vial. He wanted it- no needed it- so badly. Traitorous thoughts assaulted him. Just a few drops. Surely that wouldn’t be a bad thing. He could surrender to Ivy this one time. He could always stop her plans later.
“If you behave well enough and be a good boy I’ll use even more than I did last time around,” she offered, stealthily slipping in closer. “You could feel twice what you did before and I guarantee you’ll be lost in pleasure for a very long time.”
Her pheromones were pounding him heavily, further clouding his mind. Part of him seriously wanted to just let her do as she had said. The tingling sensation in his crotch returned with a vengeance. He ached to feel the wondrous blue liquid ecstasy on his body once again.
But just as she hooked a finger under the waistband of his costume, his iron clad will kicked in, throwing up a mental wall. He pulled roughly away, again putting some distance between them.
Why was confronting her becoming more difficult each time? he wondered. He would just have to act on instinct and not let his thoughts interfere. She already had a foothold in his mind. He had to do something before the door swung wide open.
Without warning he lunged forward, his hand shooting out to grab her. At this point he wasn’t
above hurting her a little after all she had done. Ivy was taken off guard for a split second, her dazzling eyes wide with panic. But only for the shortest of moments. Then her pretty smirking face recovered.
Superman stopped dead in his tracks with his fingertips just inches from her. He couldn’t make himself budge a millimeter further. His limbs were not cooperating with his brain and it felt like he had been frozen solid.
“What’s…going on?” he asked, completely stunned.
Even moving his jaw was a chore.
Ivy approached him, calmly now, staring directly into his eyes.
“How does it feel?” she asked.
“How does…what feel?”
She laughed, the sound piercingly sweet.
“How does it feel to be completely outmaneuvered, outwitted, and outsmarted by a woman, Superman? How does it feel knowing that no matter what you do you still have no chance of beating me?”
Ivy tauntingly tapped the middle of his forehead with her index finger in rapid succession.
“It must hurt that large alpha male ego of yours knowing that even with all your incredible powers I barely broke a sweat defeating you time and again. I mean it must have struck a terrible blow to your pride realizing that, for all intents and purposes, you should’ve had no problem dealing with a woman whose size and powers are dwarfed by yours.”
She placed the plant extract down on one of the long wooden tables and grabbed a small black tube.
“But don’t feel too badly, lover. As I’ve told you before a man, super powered or not, stands absolutely no chance against a superior woman.”
Superman struggled with everything he had but no avail. He was a living statue now.
“How…are you doing this?!” he demanded.
“The spores that you inhaled before- twice to be exact. Did you forget about them already? Your body is powered by yellow sunlight. So are plants. My special spores have been gorging themselves on your solar power reserves, growing stronger with each passing minute. And as they grew stronger, you grew weaker and far easier to bend to my will.”
She twisted the bottom of the small black cylinder she had grabbed earlier.
“I made sure to keep this safely tucked away from last time.”
She held the object up revealing it to be a tube of lipstick- the kryptonite laced lipstick she had used before. It contained too little kryptonite to actually physically sicken or weaken him but enough to allow her mind controlling powers to slip past his innate invulnerability and take a firm hold.
“I’ve learned its best not to take any chances with you costume wearing do gooders. My spores are probably strong enough by now to allow me complete control over you. But why chance it when I have a foolproof guaranteed way to make my control absolute. Don’t think I forgot how you were able to break free of me after Catwoman tossed that bimbo brunette reporter off the Daily Planet.”
She pouted her sultry lips and slowly applied the dark green shaded lipstick, perfectly covering every pouty inch.
“With you out of the way my plant army and I will finally be able to rid this planet of humanity once and for all.”
“Why?” he asked, forcing the word out.
She stopped and gave him a questioning look.
“Why go this far, Ivy? How many innocent men, women, and children are you going to… slaughter or have already been killed?”
Something flashed in Ivy’s eyes but he couldn’t tell exactly what. Anger? Regret?
“Necessary sacrifices, Superman” she answered stoically. “Sacrifices that I am willing to make to accomplish my goals. I will win this war at all costs.”
“War? Ivy you can stop all of this right now,” he pleaded. “There doesn’t have to be any more death and destruction. You have the power to--”
“Power?” she spat bitterly. “I’ve let others have power over me before- a lifetime ago now- but I still haven’t forgotten. I vowed never to let myself become a victim again. But you are right. I hold the power now, and I’m going to use it to save the planet- the way those in charge now never could.”
She quickly paced back and forth in front of him.
“Only plants are pure in this world, Superman. Everything else is a blight that must be annihilated. “
“You can‘t compare plants to the lives of people. Plants aren‘t-”
“Plant aren’t as important as your precious humans?” she finished, her voice rising to a frenzied pitch. “Well they are to me. They are every bit as important and alive as humans. The only difference is they can’t speak aloud to voice their protests. They can’t move to fight back or defend themselves. I am their voice and hands. I can act for them. I feel their pain!”
“And that pain is every bit as real and important as any person when they are slaughtered, burned, and thrown aside like trash. Plants provide you ungrateful people with so much --food, warmth, shelter, oxygen to breathe…and ask for so little in return. So yes, I am willing to sacrifice every human being on the face of the Earth.”
“That’s crazy, Ivy. You--”
The villainess cut a sharp gesture through the air with her hand. His mouth abruptly shut like a steel trap.
“There. No more talking from you. Now let’s get back to where we were before. And don’t worry, I’m going to keep you around for a long while to witness the end of this world and the beginning of a new golden age. One where plants rule the planet as it should be.”
The beautiful red head maneuvered past his outstretched right hand and circled her arms around his neck.
“Now pucker up, lover.”
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End of Chapter 7
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