It can only ever end one way. We die. Death is the last eternal darkness. Black. The symbol of the Bat. And when we die, our bodies twist and rot until there is no more. Returned to the Earth we came from. Green. The colour of death.
The first time was a mistake. A night of passion neither intended. Robin and Batgirl. An attraction too intense to resist. The second time was a choice. Dick and Barbara. You might even call it love. They did for a while. Until they broke. Until the night when she said no more. Wrapped up in sheets and covers and attraction. It was the first night Dick Grayson broke. It was not the last.
Tonight he was fury. Fire and ice. The most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and the most terrifying. She wanted to feel what he felt. She wanted him to break her. Nightwing and Batgirl. The one thing that could overpower Ivy's effect. Not love. Too brutal to be love. And that is how true lust is born. Absence of love.
His hips grind into hers, his cock pounding into the ginger vigilante's tight pussy. He slammed down into her again and again. No mercy. Vengeance.
She shook, helpless beneath him on the rooftop. Her arms scratched at his chest, her long nails raking into his skin. His hands clasped around her throat. The Night.
She was a weapon. Ivy's. Nothing more. Nothing less. He was a weapon. The Batman's. So much more. So much less. Barbara Gordon was a shaking wet sweaty mess as he fucked her harder than anyone had ever dared before. Her frail body shaking and giving in. He was unstoppable. The Bat.
Stephanie Brown screamed. It echoed throughout Gotham. A city of pain with so much more to come. Harley Quinn laughed. Perhaps the most painful laugh of all. It was torture - plain and simple. If Ivy got the redhead then Harley got the blonde. That was fair. Stephanie got the gag, the whip, the vibrator and the blade. That was not fair.
13 cuts became 30. Jolts of electricity ran through her. Tears welled in her eyes. Harley giggled, cradling her oversized mallet. Stephanie's bloodshot blurring eyes met Harley's. Unbroken. Maybe there was a light at the end of the tunnel. "Looks like there's a little fight left in you after all..." Harley twirled her blonde ponytails around her finger. Oh what to do with the little bitch. Slapping. That was the answer. Ass, face, boobs and pussy. Make the skin as red as the blood. Red as a Harley Quinn.
This was the best part. The cuts and bruises gave Stephanie a sick charge but the spanks and slaps - she didn't even try to resist the pleasure of that. She just wished it wasn't Harley. So she let her mind rewrite the story. Tim Drake. His hands on her body. Toying with her, using her, beating her. He spanked her ass so hard it trembled in fear. Her supple young breasts stung like they'd been lit on fire. Her face was covered in red handprints - marked. And her vagina had never felt so alive. Oh Tim. She moaned for him. Then she heard a clown shriek. Harley's hands ripped away from Spoiler's body. Tim Drake.
He was here. And he was angry. But not like a Bat. Cold. The look in his eyes were scarier than anything Steph had ever seen in a Wayne or a Grayson's eyes. Harley recognised it as he slammed the blonde's face into the wall. The calculated madness of the Joker. The scariest monster in Gotham had competition.
Tim said nothing. He tore the clown's clothes from her revealing an immaculate pale body. The back of his hand smacked across the side of her face and Harley fell to her knees. His knee shot up and caught her chin. It drew blood from her bottom lip. She grinned as she fell face first onto the floor.
Red Robin turned to his girlfriend. The love of his life. His Spoiler. She collapsed into his arms the second she was freed from her restraints. He helped her across the wall and sat her down leaning against it. She couldn't stop shaking. "It's alright," he whispered, "I'm here." She mustered up the strength to smile. The courage of heroes. "Took your time." Their embrace was long. He would never let her go. "I love you" she wasn't sure which of them said it first but it filled both of them. "They hurt me, real bad" Stephanie admitted. She wanted to look strong but she couldn't. Not foe him. The weakness of love. "Not as much as I'm going to hurt her..."
Stephanie's eyes widened. Harley screamed. Chained up like a slave, she was the prey now. Tim's face never changed expression. He didn't even blink. His hands had a strong grip. Harley would be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed the way he handled her nude body. The smooth skin of her thighs tried to slide towards him but he caught them and threw them back into place. Everything the blonde jester had done to the blonde crimefighter was coming back to haunt her. The red devil's eyes never left her. The purple imp, bloodied with red gashes, grinned a toothy blood coated grin.
"How did she start?" Red Robin asked. Stephanie's voice refused to wobble: "the whip." Tim picked up the whip. Spoiler felt herself trembling again but not with fear. With love. With lust. Harley screamed. Her eyes met those of her torturer. "Puddin.." She whimpered. He didn't even blink.
The machine was ready. Ivy smiled and looked almost human. Then the dreams started. The gold statues of her in every forest. The green would fall and the red headed queen would rise. Everyone would be hers. Superman and Wonder Woman would be the first consorts of her new reign. She'd tie the Amazon up with her own lasso and pleasure with vines and leaves while the man of steel took Ivy's ass as his own. He'd fuck her with all her strength and she'd see if he really was a man of steel. Either way he'd melt for her.
"Enough!" It was a voice that could make mountains shake. He was here. The Batman was here. And for the first time since the game had started - Ivy was scared. In seconds his hand was on her throat. He only needed one to lift her off the ground and pin her to the wall. "Where's Batgirl?" He growled. Ivy choked, gagging for air until he dropped. She fell to her hands and knees, gasping desperately. Without hesitation his boot crashed into her stomach and sent her flying through the air. "Where is she?"
He doesn't even raise his voice. He advances on her. Their eyes are locked. "Gone." "Where?" "To face the first one you took in. To break your crusade." "Nightwing?" "Yes" "Then she's safe. He will never hurt her." "You don't really understand love do you..."
His hands goes for her throat again. She presses her hand to his chest and he stops. No man can resist her. "Where are the hostages?" She whispers. "Gone." His eyes never leave hers. "And my machine?" "I removed the spores before I confronted you. It's just a bomb now." "You expect me to disarm it?" "Yes." His eyes break away from hers and he steps away. Her eyes widen in surprise. Impossible. "Because otherwise you'll die Dr Isley. And we both know you're not really an eco-maniac. You're an ego-maniac."
Poison Ivy's heart races. Her skin flushes shades of red it never has before. All for nothing. Everything lost. And now: he knows her. "All you've ever known is lust," he continues although her eyes beg him to stop, "and all you've ever wanted is love." Ivy should kill him. Scratch his eyes out. Make him bleed. Never stop hurting him. But she doesn't. She sighs and her eyes are opened: "True."
He looks triumphant as he turns to leave. She's beaten. She'll disarm the bomb and turn herself in. There is no other choice. "It must be like looking in a mirror," she says suddenly and he stops. "Isn't that the story of Batman? In the end. The search for love?" He is frozen. Her hand places itself on his shoulder. He snarls, "you want to feel what I feel, know what's like to be claimed by the abyss..." He is ablaze with anger. "A love so deep that no matter how many times this city hurts you, you will always be there to save it. A love so deep you can never admit it, even to yourself. Even when it breaks your heart. You're right. That's all I've ever wanted." Poison Ivy tells the truth at last. And then she kisses the Batman. Green on Black.
His arms snake around her waist almost with out hesitation and he lowers her to the ground. The pain is over. He pulls away the leaves that cover her body revealing the most perfect pale thin body in humanity. So perfect it's inhuman. And he is something else entirely. His costume comes apart, discarded without a second thought. They are silent as their lips dance the dance of centuries. He lowers her to the floor on her back. Black on Green.
Ivy moans as he plants trails of kisses down her perfect neck and collarbone. Her body trembles. His erect penis presses against her entrance and with a gentle push he is inside her. He rocks forward then back until she is a sweating moaning mess, a goddess of attraction. The thing that surprises her most is how gentle he is. This moment in a word: acceptance.
It's the end. Ivy can feel it as his penis throbs inside her and wails echo around the room from her petite form. She trembles from the feeling. Waves of pleasure hit her and Pamela Isley erupts. Her whole body seems to spasm and squirm as she loses control. He is in complete control. And then he finishes inside her. The mask drops. He is human. And maybe she is too.
Explosions are red. And they are both inside this one. Consumed by the fires together. The warehouse burns down until there is nothing left but ashes and regrets. And one tiny shred of black, a cape drifting through the air into the grasp of a gloved broken hand. Dick Grayson looks at all that is left of his mentor. He does not cry. He is not Nightwing anymore. He is a Bat. And he is lost to the darkness.
Epilogue:
Alfred cries. His not a bat. He feels the loss of his son as any man would. He is alone. The bats screech in the caves beneath him. He is never alone.
Stephanie screams. The grin on her face grows wider. She struggles against the handcuffs and her body shakes in anticipation. Tim's hands are all over her. Her body is red. Her body is his. Tim Drake loves her. And now he fucks her. No mercy. He is not a bat. He is something far worse and so much better. He grins. None of the others can smile like he can. Stephanie Brown loves him. She wails out after he hits her with orgasm after orgasm. She screams.
Barbara Gordon and Dick Grayson. The couple that always should be but never seems to be. But finally they are together. But it is not love. They are not children. It is obsession. At night they are hunters, at day they are animals. While the sun shines, they are inside, in each others arms, Pounding each other's bodies with the ferocity of monsters. She is insatiable and will never recover from the one thing that still haunts her. Lust. He is lost. As he pulls the cowl over his eyes and descends into the abyss he is one thing and one thing only: Batman. But he is not alone. His hand grasps his partner's. Batman and Batgirl. Blue and Red.
And at the heart of the explosion: the colours of death. What happens after death? Is it an ending? Or is it a beginning? Perhaps they walk in paradise. Finally they have found the love they are looking for. No more games. No more control. She is loved. He is not alone. Their bodies connect and two souls become one. She wails out as he gives her everything and for the first time in forever: he smiles. What colour is love?
Black or Green?
