Tawns of Fun

Imagine being attracted to Dr. Isley before meeting Poison Ivy.

Looking back, you should have stuck around for the entirety of the tree hugger’s speech. But there were errands to run before that evening’s charity event. And you wanted to have some fun with your girlfriend before the party.

But she didn’t want to be late. Brain fixated on the way Dr. Isley said “womb,” you desperately hoped your girlfriend would be in the mood afterwards.

It didn’t matter that she didn’t put out, Pamela explained later that night, resting her head on your bare chest. You would have succumbed to Poison Ivy, anyway. Already prepared for round two, you didn’t doubt her.

Imagine convincing Two-Face and the Riddler to have a three-some (four-some?) with you.

“Forget Sugar and Spice. I’m Everything Nice.”

Imagine after becoming Batgirl, Poison Ivy decides it’d be more fun if, instead of seducing him herself, Robin got distracted by a teammate.

Your first real fight and you got captured. The worst part was how easy it had been. Ivy didn’t have to hurt you herself because her henchman had subdued you, both physically and sexually. As Bane’s fingers messily pumped in and out of you, it dawned on you that he might try to stick something else in there next. Which, judging by the thickness of his digits, could really hurt.

“Wha-What are you planning?” you asked as Ivy held up both fists. Jutting out between her fingers were droppers, displayed as ominously as claws.

“To extract pheromones from your secretions. Now, do you want Bane to finish inside you first, or-?”

“No!”

Dr. Isley smiled as you gingerly picked a dropper. And tried to ignore the hardness pressing against your lower back.

* * *

Batman and Robin didn’t come in time, but Bane did. You stood up and winced as thick gobs of seed ran down your thighs.

“Stop!” you said at the same time as Ivy, although your command was directed at her, and hers at your fellow sidekick. Robin paused for half a second too long and was sprayed with a blast of pheromone dust. He looked taken aback, until the villain took hold of his chin and made him look at you.

“Bruce? Bruce!” you called out. Batman was trying not to be killed by Bane. Two feet landed next to you. “Dick?”

“______,” he breathed, before dropping to his knees and seizing your bare hips.

Imagine Batgirl walking in on Poison Ivy having you eat her out. From under you, Ivy gloats over the heartbroken heroine.

“It’s not just the pheromone dust. I’m just a better lover,” Barbara is told, as Ivy gently scratches your back.

Imagine Ivy binding you in her vines and leaving you flustered, so when she’s done taking care of Batman she’ll have an eager little reward.

Imagine Ivy being caught off guard when she notices you in the crowd. You don’t even have pheromone dust, and normal pheromones couldn’t reach this far, anyway. Yet she feels like all eyes should be on you.

She sees you giggle something your date (?) says before focusing your attention on her, not as quickly as the rest of the partygoers. Greener with envy, she makes a mental note to properly seduce you after getting what she wants from Batman and Robin.

Imagine working with Dr. Isley and trying to defend her against Dr. Woodrue. After you’re resurrected by Poison Ivy, she rewards you by giving you a willing Bane and a mesmerized Robin.