Robin looked dazed, a smile on his face, while Ivy looked playful one moment, amused another, and then bored the next. “What a good boy you are, Robin, I could use someone like you around,” Poison Ivy murmured, breaking away from their kiss herself at last, a string of saliva connecting their lips together still. Could not even dream someone like her existed, like the sirens from Greek mythology, and now he began to sympathize with the doomed sailors of legend even more. The fur around her and her dress, her fiery red hair, Batman had never seen a woman like her before. “Mmm, yes,” Ivy purred, her eyes fluttering several times as she swayed her luscious body back and forth in Robin’s arms. Then she shoved the hand down her dress, right onto one of her breasts without a second of shame, and Robin let out a shocked noise but still squeezed all the same. “Robin, we are in danger! Don’t you understand? You need to get a hold of yourself, Gotham City is at risk!”Īgain Robin mumbled something, almost lazily past the kiss and the tongue in his mouth, but Batman saw Poison Ivy grab Robin’s wrist in the hand that had on the pink fur glove. Robin was being irresponsible, they were in danger, and-and it was straightly frustrating watching them going at it like they had forgotten the rest of the world existed, him included. She was forceful, demanding, her tongue slipping past his lips and at that he shuddered all over, his body going more limp under her touch.īruce was grinding his teeth in fury watching the whole thing. Out of long habit, perhaps, Robin jerked away and his head began to turn to look at his mentor, but even quicker was Ivy, whose hand grabbed his chin and forced him to turn to look at her, where she began kissing him again, even harder this time. “Robin, enough of that!” he hissed, unable to bear it. He didn’t know what yet, but something about this strange, red-haired woman in green made someone lose all control and restraint around her, like being drunk, or drugged. He won Poison Ivy, and Robin had no right to her! And yet-something was terribly wrong.
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“Let me show you how to properly kiss a woman.” And with no other warning than that she pulled him close and their lips met.Ī stab of both jealousy and fright pricked at Bruce. “Come here, little boy,” she crooned to the Boy Wonder in a voice that sounded like honey and sex. Her grip on his seemed gentle and sweet, but Batman could see the possessive way her hand curled on him like claws. Poison Ivy reclined back into her flower bed, dragging Robin with her. He gritted his teeth and forced his head to chant several mantras to keep his self-control, and could not help but watch the hellish scene in front of him. Each breath of air that he dragged into his lungs was coated with the sickly sweet, yet pungent scent that Ivy’s flowers gave off, and was muddling his mind. No matter how hard he struggled, Poison Ivy’s vines were too much even for his strength to break, and he couldn’t move his hands enough to get to his wrists or utility belt to help him get a tool to slice himself free. Batman watched as the scene played out in front of him, like some sick wreck that he had no control over, but could not look away from.