The mood was set. A thin haze of blue and pink hovered in the air, and the sweet smell of Ivy's natural pheromones, their odor unable to resist, permeated the atmosphere rather pointedly. She could see the crimson light burning from where she sat upon her floral throne, summoning him… summoning him to his murder…
No nudity. Not yet. When a corpse was he, she would take him and the things she would do with him… words could not describe. But for now, playing the coolness of the matter, needing. Black leather bound her legs, with long, heeled leather boots of the same color. A red blouse adorned her torso, sleeves long and fleece-like. Her hair she had twisted into a twirls worthy of the stereotypical vision of the Devil, curled to a crown-like perfection. Around her wrists, a cuff of black needles. Tipped with her poison. She looked odd, to say the least. But she knew he would crave her for her modesty. Modesty, after all, was far sexier than revealing anything.
Her plant had closed around her, that Venus of a throne chair, cooling her, emitting highly deadly fumes into her face as she inhaled their poisonous matter. No humans here. None at all. She was waiting for him. The anticipation was deadly.
Come to me, little Robin… come to me…
These minutes seemed like the longest she had ever waited, but she knew she would have to persist nonetheless. Murder was essential. Tonight.
"I wonder just how long he'll keep me," she wondered aloud, twirling her hair in finger. A vine shot out through the openings within the folded plant and came to rest beside her, brushing against her leg, just to feel her… just to know that she was there… She stroked it lovingly. "I'm here, baby. I'm here. Shush, now… he'll be here soon…"
A loud humming sound. She suddenly looked up, eager, a grin spreading across her face. The sound of something like a motorcycle! Could it be…? Her heart had begun to pound hard, doing a form of dance on the inside that captivated her senses and made her feel sugary. He was coming for her! She began to whisper to her plants, beckoning them to leave her be, and they slid away into the darkness at her command, as she issued unto them her love and adoration. When dead Robin was, and Ivy had finished her consummation with the body, she would allow her children to feast upon his remains. She would join them. His blood would be for the benefit of all. She had to display the most unholy inhumanity that she could muster tonight. It made her feel beautiful.
Alone did she sit in the darkness of the great form, fantasizing about everything that was fixing to happen. She could already feel herself lubricating from the thought, but knew that she had to wait. Laughter in the distance… laughter like that from children. Her children. Robin had entered the trap. Even now, the children that she loved so much would be entwining about the entrance way, sealing him off. Not that he was going to have a chance to try and escape, anyway. He would not be able to resist her.
She heard the vines leading into the main part of the chamber sliding back. Grinned in a most malevolent way. She placed a hand beside her head, smiling anticipatingly, preparing herself for him. With her mental connection, she urged for the flowers that grew above their heads to fall down to their "goddess", and as the flower that held her within burst open at her command, so too did the flowers above rain down. She saw him freeze in place, staring at her with his mouth open across the lilypad way, and then the vines behind him snapped closed and he jerked around, surprised by their sudden movement, before, his breath ragged, he turned to face her once more, his eyes wide.
"Hi, there," she coeed at him, her bright red lips seemingly bursting with fiery poison in her anticipation as she gazed seductively at him.
He began to make his way forward, carefully stepping onto the lilypads that supported upon the water, looking intently about as he mused, "Is your thumb the only part of you that's green?"
She smirked. What a question, bait, what a question. Come to Death. "You'll just have," she issued in a most arousing voice, emitting her pheromones in a most subtle fashion through her cheek pores, "to find out." She winked at him as she said it, hoping to drive him into a sexual frenzy before he even reached her.
"I want us to be together," he sighed, sounding as if he were fighting some intense, interior battle that was forcing him into a rageful submission of fruits and soil. "But I need to know you're serious about turning over a new leaf. I need a sign." He fell down onto the flower beside her, strew across her waist, and gazed intently in her eyes. His lips were so close. She gazed at them for a moment, shaking inside as she prepared herself for the kill. In the distance, behind him, vines were reaching out from dark corners and she could hear them laughing, snickering, knowing the hidden joke of murder. Kill him, mommy! Kill him now!
Ivy decided to play with him for just a few seconds longer. Her body would not be able to withstand murdering him for much longer. It was making her heat for too intense. She had to kill, and she had to kill now! "How about slippery when wet?" she offered, in a soft, whisper of a passionate voice.
"Of trust," he stressed. "Tell me your plan."
She grinned. She had known that this might potentially pop up. Just kill him already, her mind urged her. She smiled, leaning in. "Kiss me and I'll tell you…"
His face was shaking. He looked scared. Scared, and unable to control himself for much longer. Her pheromones were swimming about his head, intoxicating him in a most subtle fashion. He was going to break… any second now, he was going to break… "Tell me and I'll k-kiss you," he stammered, his breathing getting ragged.
Ivy raised her eyebrows, though still kept a firm face of content. She had him. And why not? What harm would it do? He was utterly hers…
"Freeze," she said, "has turned the new telescope into a freezing gun. He's about to turn Gotham into an ice cube." And as she said the words, her mind reeled at once to the frozen corpses that would litter Gotham after tonight was over. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Robin's face contracted, a troubled look coming over him. He looked around urgently. "I gotta stop him!"
No!
"Wait," she plead, grabbing his face and turning him to face her. She gazed intently into his eyes, pleading for his body, emitting the most powerful of pheromones she could from her face. From her legs. From her lips. She could practically feel the poison bubbling inside, like a vicious vat of acid that carnivorously desired food. Now! "One kiss, my love…for luck."
She had him. She saw his heart break, knowing that he simply had to give in. His lips quivered madly as he reached in, giving in to her at long, long, long last. She pulled him forward, and Robin's lips met her own with a most beautiful joining. She screamed, so very loudly inside of her mind as the two of them kissed passionately. Her heart broke with intense desire, willing the poison within her to release itself into him, to cripple him, to kill him. It was the warmest moment, a time of joining that told her that she had won, that triumph had been her name and that no one could ever have said his life! It was poetry… romance… kill, kill, kill! Yes! Oh, yes, he's mine, at last! I did it!
She pulled away from him triumphantly, watching eagerly for his death.
"Bad luck, I'm afraid," she giggled, her eyes mad as she gazed lovingly at her latest victim. "Time to die, little Robin!"
And so it was, in that moment, that Robin would surely d-
He stayed firmly in place.
And she stayed firmly in place.
He started blankly at her.
She stared blankly at him.
He did not fall over dead, choking on her poison.
She did not fall over dead, from the stress of the wait.
Tick tock goes the clock
We laughed at fate and mourned her
Tick tock goes the clock
Even for Mother Nature…
He… he still lived… still sat there, staring at her. Her heart began to race… what?
"I hate to disappoint you," he said, calmly, in a most serious tone, "but…" And with a most ornery look upon his face, he reached for his own lips and pulled at something that she, with absolute horror, had not realized. Something absolutely terrible, something utterly repulsing… a strip. A small strip, but a foreboding strip nonetheless. A broken promise. A defiance…
He tore a strip from his lips. It looked like… film… a terrible form of film. Plastic…? No… rubber! He was tearing what looked like rubber from his lips. Realization stabbed into her as she considered the scene that was unfolding before her eyes. No…
"Rubber lips are immune to your charms," he said soothingly to her.
Just as he said it, she heard the soft hum outside, followed almost at once by the soft screaming of her children. NO! He was here…
Desperation getting the better of her, she quickly threw out her arms, and Robin, caught by surprise, went flying backwards, toppling into the lily pool behind him. She jumped to her feet, suddenly very terrified… more terrified than she had ever been in her entire life… this was not happening… how dare he! HOW FOCKING DARE HE!?
"See ya!" she hissed, knowing that inside of that pool were vines which would hold him down and drown him. She would miss it, of course, because she had to leave, now! Even as he began struggling, the mutant vines wrapping around his arms and legs and dragging him below, she began to make her way for the exit-way. That was when the dark shadow loomed. She gasped, stopping in place as Batman, the Dark Knight in full anticipation to put an end to the madness once and for all, stepped out of the thick brush, having descended down from the roof when she had not been looking.
"Evening, Venus."
"Sorry," she scathed, raising her arms at once and seeking mental help for the vines that hung above his head, descending down even now to protect their mother, and she said it in a most malicious voice. "My vines have a crush on you."
She directed her hands and the vines shot out at once, and pleasurable did she watch as, wrapping around the Dark Knight's feet, the vigilante was scooped into the air, a look of total shock overwhelming his face as he was pulled upward, towards the darkness, to suffer the same fate that had earlier befallen Freeze's thugs… oh his blood was coming! Coming! She could feel it already, dripping all over her, could taste it so sweetly in her mouth… Kill him, babies, torment him! She laughed, all too madly, all too intensely, and said, with a rather aroused smile upon her face at its thought, "Sorry, gotta go. So many people to kill… and so little time."
She began to walk away, furious and set upon making it to the limo. She was going to win this day! She was! She was almost to the exit door….
CRASH!
She jumped in place, frantically staring up. A window, high at the top part of the chamber, suddenly shattered, glass particles flying everywhere as it did. A flood of pink light burst through the window, and she watched, in horror, her heart jumping several paces, as someone new suddenly found their way into the air above her head. Whoever it was, they wore a dark black about them, flying through the air in a most formidable way, arms spread out as they dropped down before Ivy. Ivy stared, disbelieving, as the person straightened up, glass still raining around the person as they got into a combative stance, fists raised and ready.
And to Ivy's shock, she saw that it was a woman. A woman that she had never seen before. The woman wore a black rubber suit as well as a facemask that was all too recognizable as being a part of Batman's common wardrobe. But she had long, flowing, wild blonde hair, and when she looked at Ivy, a seething rage of fire seemingly jumping off of her, there was only intense bitterness. Ivy had no idea who this woman was.
"You're about to become compost!" the woman promised, and Ivy moved quickly, throwing out a kick towards this unexpected newcomer. The Batwoman, if she could be called that, ducked at once, rolling forward as Ivy spun about again, her foot crashing into a nearby flower vase. As the glass shattered, and the flowers within fell, she heard her children scream again, in a most horrible fashion. NO! A most intense hatred rose inside of her, and she turned to face this Batwoman with as much fire as she could muster. She was going to kill this bitch!
But Batwoman, moving quickly as an expert trained in high self-defense, quickly crouched into position and swept her foot forward. Ivy was caught by the sweep and she suddenly felt herself twisting upwards, and in the next second, she hit the floor hard, gazing up at the ceiling, her head pounding as she tried to take in what had just happened. Batwoman stared down at her, her eyes blazing with a fury that matched Ivy's.
"Using feminine wiles to get what you want. Trading on your looks. Exploiting men's weakness for sex." As the woman accused her, Ivy smiled viciously, adoring the compliments. These accusations only reminded her of the effect and nature that she had had over these worthless mammals. They had longed for her, begged for her. And she had killed them, poisoned them with the most intense satisfaction. "Read a book, sister. That passive- aggressive crap went out in the seventies. Chicks like you give women a bad name!"
She moved forward, attempting to land a strike of her foot into Ivy's temple, and Madre de Verde moved quickly, rolling to the left, seeing an opportunity. One of her Terrorvines were nestled nearby, writhing about and watching her battle with the Batwoman intently. Savagely, laughing maniacally inside as she relished the murder she was about to commit upon her own child, her hand groped around the thorny vine at once, and she ripped it free, savoring its scream as she did. Suffer for mommy's sake, she willed it. She was more important than these plants. Because Attuck had been correct. She cared more for poison than she did for plants. As her child screamed, its mutated thorns injecting her hand with her own highly potent venom, she savored it, before she promptly lashed out at the Batwoman with the vines. The woman leapt back, dodging Ivy's strikes as Mother Nature threw all intense and haste to nick her. A single prod of these thorns was all that it took. Then the poison would enter the woman's system, and she would die… beautifully, she would die…
She could hear Robin struggling nearby, but her vines were doing their work well, continuously pulling him down into their drowning waters once more… his body floating about down there gave her a sudden inspiration for a sensual skinny-dipping session, but she would focus on that once this woman before her was dead. Batman, she saw out of the corner of her eye as she twisted about, swinging the vine at the woman while keeping a distance between the two, was still struggling as well. He was forcing his way down, as the vines attempted to crush him, entwining tightly around his torso, but she knew that he had no chance… no chance at all…
And then she charged in, but Batwoman suddenly jumped upward and her foot came down hard upon the vines, and Ivy lurched forward. She gazed into the woman's face, who, looking ruffled but unhindered, intently snapped, "You're finished!"
Her knee went upward, but Ivy, having no choice, released the vine and jumped backwards, just barely dodging the strike that had been aimed for her chest. The two of them stared each other down, silently daring the other to make a move…. Any move at all….
"As I told Lady Freeze when I pulled her plug," she hissed malevolently, smiling to herself as she thought of her murder of Nora Fries, "this is a one-woman show!"
The Batwoman, shaking her head in a deep, resentful gaze, moved forward, but Ivy quickly produced something from her glove. The poisonous knife that had taken so many lives since its arrival in Gotham flashed as the blade shot out, and the Batwoman stared, suddenly tensing at it gleamed in Ivy's hand.
And now, you will join those who met their own ends at the knife's point. They suffered, Bat-chica… they suffered extraordinarily well. And I enjoyed stabbing them. Enjoyed cutting and mutilating them. There's a lot of potential as far as your body is concerned, do you know that? I wonder just what I'll be able to do with someone like you… It was utter wickedness, and the wickedness, to her, was utter joy…
She stepped forward and sliced through the air. The Batwoman dodged her first strike, ducking low, and her fist shot outward. Ivy did not see the move coming, and suddenly, the knife went flying from her hand. Her heart stopped. The weapon, it seemed, was moving as if in slow motion. She gazed at it, horror transfixing as the Batwoman made a move. A foot suddenly collided with her stomach, and the air was knocked out of her. A fist collided against the side of her head, and her world shook, her brain throbbing horrifically as she took the blow. The Batwoman ran forward, and landed one final kick directly into his chest…
In that next moment, all that Ivy was aware of was air, as she flew backwards, slamming hard against the great Venus throne that she had lovingly caressed for so long, the black needles of her bracelets sinking into its form. She felt it shudder violently, heard its inner workings tumbling hard within. Fury like no other, a rage of pure fire… her mind snapped completely in that moment…
"CURSES!" she screamed. It was idiotic, to say the least, to proclaim such a ridiculous statement, but it was all that could come to mind, all that could be registered in the high amount of fury that overtook her, the heartbreak… the bitterness… and then her child mirrored that rage. The walls of the great Venus throne closed in at once, and her scream of rage was drowned out as the massive flower sealed her within, wounded by her needles to the point where even its own Mother was not safe from its hold…
She felt constricted, her hair catching at once as gallons of what felt like fecal goo began to pour onto her. Pain unimaginable! She screamed, for its feel was acidic, stinging and burning into her very skin as vines shot out from pores within the beast's maw and promptly wrapped her arms in place, forcing her down as the acid-like substance dribbled onto her. Such intense darkness and pain… she was screaming so loud, screaming so horrifically, begging them to free her…. Begging for them to kill her…
She did not last long. Blackness overtook her before long…