Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for sexual references
Summary: Poison Ivy's leading Batgirl into her paradise.
Warnings: Femme Slash, Drabble
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 31 October, 2010
Disclaimer: Poison Ivy, Barbara "Batgirl" Gordon, and Bruce "Batman" Wayne are & TM DC comics, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"It's got to be a very lonely life," Batgirl mused.
"Not really," her companion admitted, stroking a nearby rosebud with genuine care. Her green eyes raised to the other woman's. "I do have occasional company."
"But what do you do," the younger woman questioned with surprising bluntness aided by Ivy's wine, "when the men aren't forthcoming?"
Ivy shrugged her bare, slender shoulders as she answered, "I stroke my bush and remember that they will come."
"Your bush?" Batgirl asked, her eyebrows raised. "Ivy!" she scolded, blushing.
Poison Ivy smiled with feign innocence. "Did I say bush? I meant bushes, of course."
"Riiight."
The women shared a grin, each privately acknowledging that men and what little they had to offer were very far indeed from the true matter on their minds.
"Another drink?" Poison Ivy asked, raising her pitcher of homemade rose wine.
For a moment, Batgirl felt herself swimming in the deadly redhead's grass green orbs, but then she reached to accept her offer. "It couldn't hurt."
Ivy filled her drink and wished the girl would give her a chance to fill much more for her. If ever she did, Batgirl would learn that they didn't need the big, bad Bat or any other man, for that matter. Women and plants had been getting around wonderfully, after all, for years before Adam had spoiled Eve's paradise. They could achieve paradise again, their very own paradise, and live there blissfully for the rest of their lives, but it would take a long time to cultivate this particular flower. Ivy smiled beguilingly. It would be worth every minute.
Ivy's eyebrows rose in surprise as Batgirl linked her arm with hers and sipped her drink while keeping their eyes locked. Maybe it wouldn't take so long, after all, before her young flower would let her cultivate her into paradise.
The End