Author's Notes: So I've not been feeling like writing recently, just seemed to have lost it. I had this half finished in my files so decided to finish it today while I had some time. It's not my best work but hopefully will tide you over for a bit. You may have noticed on my profile it says I'm on a break for the foreseeable future, that is still the case but I'm hoping to pop occasionally and deliver some stuff. Hoping while I've got back into it for a little bit I might get some other bits and pieces finished while I'm here and up today (no promises) but then I'm afraid it's probably back to hibernation for CablesAndCrack, do let me know what you think of the latest installment in the reviews though!

Poison Ivy lay on her back, in nothing but a soft green bikini, letting the sun wash over her. Even with her eyes closed she could hear the roar of the ocean. And the best part was her new pollen slave on his knees, massaging the soles of her feet perfectly: the Batman.

She'd let him keep his cowl, worried that attempting to part it from him might trigger a new defence mechanism that would set him free. The rest of his costume had been stripped from him though, leaving him in just his underwear. And the toned, muscular hero wanted nothing now except to please her: his redheaded exquisite mistress.

His hands found her ankles, and then the backs of her calves, rubbing them delicately. Ivy squirmed slightly as he then planted his hands on her thighs and spread her legs apart. His lips started to press soft tiny kisses along Ivy's inner thighs, evoking gentle appreciative moans from the redhead. Then he reached the little green panties of her bikini.

He eased her panties down, carefully sliding them past her ankles and to the floor. He lifted her legs slowly and carefully, placing them over his shoulders to give himself better access. Then his head dove into her pussy and Ivy gasped, grasping the side of her reclined deck chair tightly. Her eyes shot open as his tongue breached her entrance, dragging along her inner walls.

"Oh god..." Ivy moaned out, her hands on the back of his head holding him down as he ate her out. He licked and lapped at her wet cunt, mercilessly devouring it. "Stop!" Ivy shrieked out after a few more moments, and Batman did as he was told. She took a few seconds to catch her breath. "Let's take this to the bedroom," she decided.

Batman didn't resist as Ivy pushed him down onto her bed and climbed on top, clamping her thighs on either side of him, her hands clawing at his chest and her mouth smashing into his. Ivy kissed him hard and instinctively Batman's hands flew to her waist, gripping her sides. Ivy bit down on his bottom lip as she made out with him, enjoying playing with her toy.

Ivy moaned, breaking the kiss, and feeling him squeezing her hips. She could feel the bulge in his underwear pressing against her thigh. With a cheeky grin, she unlatched her bra, dangling it in front of him for a second before tossing it aside, leaving herself naked. She licked her lips as she yanked his underwear down, his huge cock standing bolt upright.

"Come on then," she whispered teasingly in his ear: "fuck me." Her vagina slid down around his member and she started to rock her hips back and forth. He kept a firm grip on her hips as she rode him, getting harder and faster all the time. He thrust his hips up at her, each moan of pleasure the redhead let out making him more desperate to pleasure her. She trailed her fingers down his chest: "you are eager to please, aren't you..."

His hands slid from her hips to her rear, palming the soft flesh of her buttocks, squeezing tightly. She sped up her hips of her own accord, fucking him as hard as she could now. Batman was distracted though. In his cowl's visor, orange lights were flashing at him, dazzling him. A voice echoed in his ear that wasn't his mistress':

"Batman, we need you. I've hacked into your cowl to try and free you from Ivy's control. I'm sorry," Barbara Gordon's voice whispered to him, "please, if you can hear me, Gotham needs you to come back."

The soft gentle voice actually heightened Batman's arousal, and he found himself thrusting up at Ivy's wet cunt harder and harder, making her squeal with delight. The lights flashing behind his mask were giving him a headache, slowly breaking him free of Ivy's control. Both of them cried out as he started to cum inside her.

Ivy slumped down on top of him, not realising her control over him was breaking. "Well that was as amazing as I thought it would be," she admitted. Silently, he rolled her onto her back and stretched her arms up above her head. She looked at him wide-eyed, impressed by his initiative. Slowly, he knotted some nearby rope around her wrists and the bedposts, tying her down. "You've thought of a new way to please me?" She asked, intrigued and grinning from ear to ear.

He scowled back at her: "No." The palm of his hand cracked down on her cunt and she cried out. "What are you doing?" She protested as he turned her over, and slapped her ass harshly. "You've always liked using people Ivy, let's see how much you like it when the tables are turned."

Ivy screamed as he spanked her ass-cheeks one then the other over and over again with as much force as he could muster. Her butt was shining red and stinging when he stopped, and tears were welling in the villainous redhead's eyes. He grabbed her sides and yanked her up onto all fours. She gulped. She felt the tip of his cock press against her puckered asshole.

He slammed into her rear end with enough force that the whole bed shook. Without hesitation, he pounded into her, his cock moving back and forth with ferocious energy. His hand grabbed a fistful of her bright red hair, twisting and knotting it around his fist, then yanking back so her neck arced and she yelped. His mouth dived to her neck, biting the soft skin like a vampire, tasting her sweaty heated arousal.

Her ass was so tight and already so sore that Batman could only imagine the pain he was putting her through. But he could see pleasure mixed in with the emotions on her face. And it was telling that she hadn't told him to stop. He ploughed into her rear with such brutality that one of the legs of the bed beneath them snapped. Ivy's legs thrashed as wildly as they could and her arms tore from their restraints as they struggled. He grabbed her now free wrists though and wrenched them behind her back to keep her prisoner.

When he finished, Poison Ivy didn't have the strength to scream anymore. She lay there whimpering. Batman released his grip on her and let her roll onto her back. Then suddenly his hand was around her throat. "Costume," he demanded. Ivy helplessly pointed to a cupboard in the corner. He growled, his face moving closer to hers. "Who's in control now, Pamela?"

"You are." His grip around her throat tightened slightly as she answered, making her voice little more than a squeak. "Say my name." "Batman." He smirked and let go, letting Ivy cough for breath. "The goddamn Batman..." She muttered as she watched him get dressed, finally clicking his utility belt into place. He pressed his hand to the side of his cowl, speaking softly now: "Barbara, this is Batman. Tell me the situation."

Poison Ivy knew she'd be dragged back to Arkham Asylum now but she didn't care. She knew now that there were two men out there who could resist her control. Two men who could handle controlling her. And in her heart, she knew those two men were going to go to war and whichever one of them survived would own her: in body, mind and soul. To the victors go the spoils...

Jack stood at the back of the crowd watching the dark haired beauty on stage. It was a good show. She did all the classics: pulled a rabbit out of a hat, sawed a volunteer in half, escaped from an impossible death trap, and made all kinds of things disappear. It gave Jack an idea of a magic trick of his own - he reckoned he knew how to make a pencil disappear...

She was a talented magician, of course what the crowd didn't know was that none of it was tricks. She really was magic. And when she wasn't putting on performances to make a living, she was out on the streets, fighting crime. Gotham had an epidemic of crime fighters since the Batman first appeared. Zatanna Zatara was far from the last to take to the vigilante life.

Jack licked his lips. "Zatanna..." He whispered to himself. What a beautiful name. Shame she was a hero. Still, he was sure he could find something to do with her...

Next: Zatanna