Title: It's Just Allergies (6/??)
Author: Allaine
Email: eac2nd@yahoo.com
Distribution: Probably at fanfiction.net and the factsofslash group. Anyone interested should just ask, and can expect a positive answer.
Spoilers: Takes place after the New Batman/Superman Adventures, with one alteration - in my story, Ivy's skin never turned white like the Joker's. So she still looks like you and me.
Feedback: Well, this fanfic is uncharted territory for me, so reader opinions may very well determine whether I finish it or not. So I would encourage it even more than usual.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: All characters belong to . . . let's see, DC Comics, Kids WB and the Cartoon Network, the producers of the two Batman serials, the talented artists and voice actors, etc. I have borrowed them entirely without permission, for which I humbly beg forgiveness, but I seek no form of profit from this undertaking.
Summary: When Poison Ivy finds her well-being threatened by the unlikeliest of sources, Harley Quinn proves that Ivy doesn't have to be alone anymore, ever again. My first Batman fanfiction.
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Chapter 6
Batman opened the door enough to let him see if they were finished getting dressed. He found Ivy sitting on the examining table, wearing nothing but her flimsy gown. She was sitting with her legs neatly crossed and was leaning on her left hand while Leslie drew blood from her right forearm.
Seeing him, Ivy casually uncrossed her legs. "Yes?" she asked, her eyes half-open, almost purring.
Reflexively he swallowed. "Never mind," he muttered as his head disappeared.
Robin got a good look for a second or two before Batman grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out.
Ivy shook her head. "Puberty is a cruel master."
"Leave the boy alone," Leslie chided him. "He's young."
"Actually, I was talking about Batman. It's like he's never seen my legs before. Is he like that when Catwoman flirts with him, I wonder?"
Harley just laughed as she sat in a chair in the corner of the room.
"All right now," Leslie told her, putting the blood sample aside. "Lie on your stomach and I'll untie your gown. I want to see your back again."
Ivy sighed and lay down. She turned her head so she was facing Harley.
Leslie untied the knots and allowed the gown to fall to either side. "This is one of the worst skin conditions I've ever seen. How long has it been like this?"
"About half an hour," Ivy replied. She pushed herself up slightly with her right hand so that Harley could get a better look at her, now that she was practically naked. Harley blushed and looked down - but not so much that she couldn't still see her.
The doctor's hands, which had been gently pressing against her rash, paused. "That's not possible. Human skin isn't supposed to do that, not unless it's been exposed to extremely high doses of radiation, or something akin to it."
"Ask the Bat," Ivy said. "He was there. Anyway, the doctor told me he'd manipulated my genes somehow. So I'm not really surprised any more when these things happen."
"And what other symptoms have you suffered from?" Leslie asked.
Ivy thought about it. "Sneezing, coughing, dizziness, fainting, vomiting, paralysis, and being unable to breathe." She didn't bother to list the psychological ones.
"This is more than just allergies," Leslie said as Harley shook her head sorrowfully. "It's not just your immune system overreacting to exposure to plants."
"Oh," Ivy added, as if she'd just remembered. "And loss of sexual function."
"WHAT?!" Harley shrieked.
"Just kidding," Ivy answered. Feeling naughty, she leaned on her left elbow and, resting her head on her left hand, offered Harley a free and clear look at her bosom. And she winked.
"Eep!" Blushing furiously, Harley clapped her hands over her eyes.
Leslie considered the two for a moment. "Come on, Ivy, no horsing around. Lie back down, this isn't a slumber party."
Ivy instantly complied, worried that she'd pushed Harley just a bit too far. But as she lay her head on her folded arms, she noticed that two of Harley's fingers weren't pressed together, and she could see one of the blonde's eyes peeking through.
She was feeling much better now.
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"I have no idea what to expect, Batman," Leslie told him as she worked in the lab. She didn't call him Bruce because there was no telling if one of the girls might have decided to listen at the door, even though Robin was in the hallway outside their room. She'd left Harley with Ivy. "Is it an allergy? An immune system disorder, or a problem with her red blood cells? I've never seen this before. The human body is not supposed to behave this way."
Batman nodded but said nothing.
"So what's the matter with you, anyway?" she asked as she peered into her microscope.
"Beg pardon?"
"You were acting like you'd never seen a woman before," she reminded him. "I've heard all about you and Selina Kyle too, you know. If you were like that with her too, then no wonder she flirted with you. It must have seemed funny."
"It's not like that," he replied. "Ivy is overdoing the sexpot routine, and I can't shake the feeling that it's not entirely because of me."
"So speaketh God's gift to women," Leslie said dryly.
"You know what I mean."
"I was kidding. And you're right. Ivy was behaving in an almost salacious manner while I was examining her, and there was only the three of us in the room." She remembered how Ivy had practically flashed her friend.
He scratched his chin. "Quinn is acting strangely too. She's acting a lot more stupid than usual. I know she's smarter than that."
"She's in love with a homicidal maniac, Batman. How smart is that?"
"Harvey lets a coin run his life, and the Riddler gives hints about where he'll strike next. But neither of them is stupid, nor is Harley. It's because they're crazy."
"For a crazy person, Harley Quinn seems remarkably concerned for her friend's welfare," Leslie pointed out.
He shrugged. "That's a friendship I've never comprehended. That Quinn would spend time with anyone other than the Joker, or that Ivy would spent time with _anyone_, let alone someone with Harley's personality . . ."
She glanced up at him. "Suggests that maybe neither woman is as crazy as you think."
He almost brought up his suspicions about Ivy's thoughts of suicide, but he didn't feel quite right sharing them with others. "How long will the tests take?"
"The DNA test is the most important one," she answered, "and that will be a day or two. The rest of the results will take a few more hours."
"I'll be back," he decided. "I have an idea."
After he left, Leslie spent a few more seconds pondering Ivy's behavior toward Batman earlier. Since she'd been the same way with him out of the room, that suggested he was right and it wasn't for his benefit. So who else was it for? Able to come up with only one answer, she shelved it away for future consideration and returned to her testing.
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"Does it feel better now?" Harley asked.
"A little," Ivy responded. Dr. Thompson had put some cream on her rashes, and the itching and soreness had started to ease. Or perhaps the effects of being in contact with the grass were wearing off again, the way the rash around her wrist had disappeared a few days before.
"I'm scared," Harley added. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the table legs. Ivy's arm was hanging down above her, and Harley was holding her hand in both of hers. "What if they don't know what's wrong with you? What if you're like this forever?"
She didn't like to consider the possibility, even now, but the prospect was no longer quite so grim. "I'll have to deal with it. But the future doesn't seem so bad anymore." She squeezed Harley's hands.
The other woman got on her knees and turned to look up at Ivy, clutching her hand. "That scares me even more, Red."
Ivy could interpret that statement several ways. "What do you mean?"
Harley looked very anxious. "Red," she whispered, "I know you're worried about them listening in, but I gotta talk about this now. I'm afraid you're going to die because of me."
Ivy stared at her. "That's silly, Harley. How on earth could you . . ."
"You were going to kill yourself, Red," Harley reminded her. "_Kill_ yourself."
"But I didn't," Ivy replied, although her chest constricted when she remembered how she felt when she was putting that first foot on the chair. "You stopped me."
"Exactly!" Harley said, panicking. "I'm so frightened, Red! What if you have this disease for the rest of your life, and it turns out I can't give you what you need, and you kill yourself later? Ivy, I won't be able to live with myself!"
Ivy got up off the table and, ignoring her body's complaints and the cold floor, sat down next to her. "Please, Harley, don't worry about that. As long as you're with me, you'll be giving me exactly what I need, what I want, what I desire."
Harley was uneasy, however. "Red, what exactly do you feel for me? Is this just you being lonely, and needing someone to be with you while you can't be with your plants? Or is it more?"
"I thought about it," Ivy admitted. "And it's more, Harley. I think it started long before. Harley, I - I think I'm in love with you."
The other woman hung her head. "Red, I don't feel the same way."
Ivy felt her heart cracking. "Oh," she said quietly. "I just thought from what you said in the car . . ."
"I don't know what I feel," Harley pleaded. "I thought I was in love with Mr. J, and we'd be together forever. But all of a sudden, you're creating these sensations inside of me, and when I look at you, I feel different. When you were rubbing my thigh in the car, or when you were flashing your breasts a little while ago . . ." Harley's voice was so low that Ivy could barely hear her. "I wanted you."
"And you're confused, aren't you," Ivy realized.
Harley nodded miserably. "I don't know what to do, Red. This was never supposed to be like this. Puddin' was my lover, and you were my friend, and that was that. Now I don't know . . . as long as you need me, as long as you're sick, I'll stay by you, okay? I won't leave you alone, because I don't want you to go back to whatever place you were in when you wanted to take your own life."
Ivy looked down, and she felt the tears spilling from her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. What more could she ask for, really?
"Oh, Red, please, don't cry," Harley said, shaking her head. She took Ivy in her arms and, mindful of her back problems, held her as tightly as she could.
But Ivy took her by the arms and pulled back a little. "Kiss me."
"What?"
"Just one more time," she begged. Poison Ivy begging? Absolutely. "Maybe it will help you decide if that's what you want or not. Maybe if you act on those feelings of yours a little, you can decide better."
Harley looked into eyes that she'd always found so entrancing, and she nodded. "All right."
Slipping her arms around Harley's sides, she moved closer and kissed her. It was instinctively gentle and tender, softly caressing Harley's lips.
Sighing slightly, Harley closed her eyes and responded to Ivy's gentle seduction. She felt her hand move up to caress Ivy's cheek, and her nerves tingled. She didn't think about it; she just allowed her body to take over. Opening her mouth slightly, she quickly flicked her tongue forward, giving Ivy a little taste of what lay inside.
Ivy was instantly enthralled by the taste of Harley on her lips. Sensing Harley returning the kiss and gradually opening her mouth wider and wider, she tentatively pushed forward with her tongue, and when Harley moaned, she became more assertive and sought more and more of what she'd tasted. Passionately she drank from Harley. It was innocent and intoxicating, and something inside her told her that no one before her had really appreciated how sweet she was.
Harley's other hand began to run Ivy's hair through her fingers. She leaned in even closer and felt their breasts push against each other. Their nipples brushed through the flimsy fabric of the gowns, and part of Harley was surprised to discover how taut Ivy's were, how her own were. An electric shock radiated through her own body.
It was enough to break the kiss. Both women breathed heavily. Then Ivy looked at her hopefully, almost pathetically. "Well?"
"That was . . . wow. That was amazing," Harley admitted.
Like her shooting star vine blossoming brilliantly with the setting of the sun, Harley watched as her smile lit Ivy's entire face up. "Really? You're not just saying that?"
"I could definitely tease you, but I couldn't lie to you," Harley told her.
Suddenly exhausted, Ivy collapsed into her arms.
Harley looked at her and rubbed her head tenderly. "Oh, Red. You definitely know how to turn a girl's world completely upside-down," she whispered.
"Huh?" Ivy mumbled.
"Nothing."
Neither woman noticed the door was slightly ajar. Nor did they notice it quietly close.
Robin leaned against the door, his heart pounding. "That _was_ amazing," he said to himself. "But what do I tell Batman?"
To be continued . . .
Author: Allaine
Email: eac2nd@yahoo.com
Distribution: Probably at fanfiction.net and the factsofslash group. Anyone interested should just ask, and can expect a positive answer.
Spoilers: Takes place after the New Batman/Superman Adventures, with one alteration - in my story, Ivy's skin never turned white like the Joker's. So she still looks like you and me.
Feedback: Well, this fanfic is uncharted territory for me, so reader opinions may very well determine whether I finish it or not. So I would encourage it even more than usual.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: All characters belong to . . . let's see, DC Comics, Kids WB and the Cartoon Network, the producers of the two Batman serials, the talented artists and voice actors, etc. I have borrowed them entirely without permission, for which I humbly beg forgiveness, but I seek no form of profit from this undertaking.
Summary: When Poison Ivy finds her well-being threatened by the unlikeliest of sources, Harley Quinn proves that Ivy doesn't have to be alone anymore, ever again. My first Batman fanfiction.
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Chapter 6
Batman opened the door enough to let him see if they were finished getting dressed. He found Ivy sitting on the examining table, wearing nothing but her flimsy gown. She was sitting with her legs neatly crossed and was leaning on her left hand while Leslie drew blood from her right forearm.
Seeing him, Ivy casually uncrossed her legs. "Yes?" she asked, her eyes half-open, almost purring.
Reflexively he swallowed. "Never mind," he muttered as his head disappeared.
Robin got a good look for a second or two before Batman grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out.
Ivy shook her head. "Puberty is a cruel master."
"Leave the boy alone," Leslie chided him. "He's young."
"Actually, I was talking about Batman. It's like he's never seen my legs before. Is he like that when Catwoman flirts with him, I wonder?"
Harley just laughed as she sat in a chair in the corner of the room.
"All right now," Leslie told her, putting the blood sample aside. "Lie on your stomach and I'll untie your gown. I want to see your back again."
Ivy sighed and lay down. She turned her head so she was facing Harley.
Leslie untied the knots and allowed the gown to fall to either side. "This is one of the worst skin conditions I've ever seen. How long has it been like this?"
"About half an hour," Ivy replied. She pushed herself up slightly with her right hand so that Harley could get a better look at her, now that she was practically naked. Harley blushed and looked down - but not so much that she couldn't still see her.
The doctor's hands, which had been gently pressing against her rash, paused. "That's not possible. Human skin isn't supposed to do that, not unless it's been exposed to extremely high doses of radiation, or something akin to it."
"Ask the Bat," Ivy said. "He was there. Anyway, the doctor told me he'd manipulated my genes somehow. So I'm not really surprised any more when these things happen."
"And what other symptoms have you suffered from?" Leslie asked.
Ivy thought about it. "Sneezing, coughing, dizziness, fainting, vomiting, paralysis, and being unable to breathe." She didn't bother to list the psychological ones.
"This is more than just allergies," Leslie said as Harley shook her head sorrowfully. "It's not just your immune system overreacting to exposure to plants."
"Oh," Ivy added, as if she'd just remembered. "And loss of sexual function."
"WHAT?!" Harley shrieked.
"Just kidding," Ivy answered. Feeling naughty, she leaned on her left elbow and, resting her head on her left hand, offered Harley a free and clear look at her bosom. And she winked.
"Eep!" Blushing furiously, Harley clapped her hands over her eyes.
Leslie considered the two for a moment. "Come on, Ivy, no horsing around. Lie back down, this isn't a slumber party."
Ivy instantly complied, worried that she'd pushed Harley just a bit too far. But as she lay her head on her folded arms, she noticed that two of Harley's fingers weren't pressed together, and she could see one of the blonde's eyes peeking through.
She was feeling much better now.
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"I have no idea what to expect, Batman," Leslie told him as she worked in the lab. She didn't call him Bruce because there was no telling if one of the girls might have decided to listen at the door, even though Robin was in the hallway outside their room. She'd left Harley with Ivy. "Is it an allergy? An immune system disorder, or a problem with her red blood cells? I've never seen this before. The human body is not supposed to behave this way."
Batman nodded but said nothing.
"So what's the matter with you, anyway?" she asked as she peered into her microscope.
"Beg pardon?"
"You were acting like you'd never seen a woman before," she reminded him. "I've heard all about you and Selina Kyle too, you know. If you were like that with her too, then no wonder she flirted with you. It must have seemed funny."
"It's not like that," he replied. "Ivy is overdoing the sexpot routine, and I can't shake the feeling that it's not entirely because of me."
"So speaketh God's gift to women," Leslie said dryly.
"You know what I mean."
"I was kidding. And you're right. Ivy was behaving in an almost salacious manner while I was examining her, and there was only the three of us in the room." She remembered how Ivy had practically flashed her friend.
He scratched his chin. "Quinn is acting strangely too. She's acting a lot more stupid than usual. I know she's smarter than that."
"She's in love with a homicidal maniac, Batman. How smart is that?"
"Harvey lets a coin run his life, and the Riddler gives hints about where he'll strike next. But neither of them is stupid, nor is Harley. It's because they're crazy."
"For a crazy person, Harley Quinn seems remarkably concerned for her friend's welfare," Leslie pointed out.
He shrugged. "That's a friendship I've never comprehended. That Quinn would spend time with anyone other than the Joker, or that Ivy would spent time with _anyone_, let alone someone with Harley's personality . . ."
She glanced up at him. "Suggests that maybe neither woman is as crazy as you think."
He almost brought up his suspicions about Ivy's thoughts of suicide, but he didn't feel quite right sharing them with others. "How long will the tests take?"
"The DNA test is the most important one," she answered, "and that will be a day or two. The rest of the results will take a few more hours."
"I'll be back," he decided. "I have an idea."
After he left, Leslie spent a few more seconds pondering Ivy's behavior toward Batman earlier. Since she'd been the same way with him out of the room, that suggested he was right and it wasn't for his benefit. So who else was it for? Able to come up with only one answer, she shelved it away for future consideration and returned to her testing.
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"Does it feel better now?" Harley asked.
"A little," Ivy responded. Dr. Thompson had put some cream on her rashes, and the itching and soreness had started to ease. Or perhaps the effects of being in contact with the grass were wearing off again, the way the rash around her wrist had disappeared a few days before.
"I'm scared," Harley added. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the table legs. Ivy's arm was hanging down above her, and Harley was holding her hand in both of hers. "What if they don't know what's wrong with you? What if you're like this forever?"
She didn't like to consider the possibility, even now, but the prospect was no longer quite so grim. "I'll have to deal with it. But the future doesn't seem so bad anymore." She squeezed Harley's hands.
The other woman got on her knees and turned to look up at Ivy, clutching her hand. "That scares me even more, Red."
Ivy could interpret that statement several ways. "What do you mean?"
Harley looked very anxious. "Red," she whispered, "I know you're worried about them listening in, but I gotta talk about this now. I'm afraid you're going to die because of me."
Ivy stared at her. "That's silly, Harley. How on earth could you . . ."
"You were going to kill yourself, Red," Harley reminded her. "_Kill_ yourself."
"But I didn't," Ivy replied, although her chest constricted when she remembered how she felt when she was putting that first foot on the chair. "You stopped me."
"Exactly!" Harley said, panicking. "I'm so frightened, Red! What if you have this disease for the rest of your life, and it turns out I can't give you what you need, and you kill yourself later? Ivy, I won't be able to live with myself!"
Ivy got up off the table and, ignoring her body's complaints and the cold floor, sat down next to her. "Please, Harley, don't worry about that. As long as you're with me, you'll be giving me exactly what I need, what I want, what I desire."
Harley was uneasy, however. "Red, what exactly do you feel for me? Is this just you being lonely, and needing someone to be with you while you can't be with your plants? Or is it more?"
"I thought about it," Ivy admitted. "And it's more, Harley. I think it started long before. Harley, I - I think I'm in love with you."
The other woman hung her head. "Red, I don't feel the same way."
Ivy felt her heart cracking. "Oh," she said quietly. "I just thought from what you said in the car . . ."
"I don't know what I feel," Harley pleaded. "I thought I was in love with Mr. J, and we'd be together forever. But all of a sudden, you're creating these sensations inside of me, and when I look at you, I feel different. When you were rubbing my thigh in the car, or when you were flashing your breasts a little while ago . . ." Harley's voice was so low that Ivy could barely hear her. "I wanted you."
"And you're confused, aren't you," Ivy realized.
Harley nodded miserably. "I don't know what to do, Red. This was never supposed to be like this. Puddin' was my lover, and you were my friend, and that was that. Now I don't know . . . as long as you need me, as long as you're sick, I'll stay by you, okay? I won't leave you alone, because I don't want you to go back to whatever place you were in when you wanted to take your own life."
Ivy looked down, and she felt the tears spilling from her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. What more could she ask for, really?
"Oh, Red, please, don't cry," Harley said, shaking her head. She took Ivy in her arms and, mindful of her back problems, held her as tightly as she could.
But Ivy took her by the arms and pulled back a little. "Kiss me."
"What?"
"Just one more time," she begged. Poison Ivy begging? Absolutely. "Maybe it will help you decide if that's what you want or not. Maybe if you act on those feelings of yours a little, you can decide better."
Harley looked into eyes that she'd always found so entrancing, and she nodded. "All right."
Slipping her arms around Harley's sides, she moved closer and kissed her. It was instinctively gentle and tender, softly caressing Harley's lips.
Sighing slightly, Harley closed her eyes and responded to Ivy's gentle seduction. She felt her hand move up to caress Ivy's cheek, and her nerves tingled. She didn't think about it; she just allowed her body to take over. Opening her mouth slightly, she quickly flicked her tongue forward, giving Ivy a little taste of what lay inside.
Ivy was instantly enthralled by the taste of Harley on her lips. Sensing Harley returning the kiss and gradually opening her mouth wider and wider, she tentatively pushed forward with her tongue, and when Harley moaned, she became more assertive and sought more and more of what she'd tasted. Passionately she drank from Harley. It was innocent and intoxicating, and something inside her told her that no one before her had really appreciated how sweet she was.
Harley's other hand began to run Ivy's hair through her fingers. She leaned in even closer and felt their breasts push against each other. Their nipples brushed through the flimsy fabric of the gowns, and part of Harley was surprised to discover how taut Ivy's were, how her own were. An electric shock radiated through her own body.
It was enough to break the kiss. Both women breathed heavily. Then Ivy looked at her hopefully, almost pathetically. "Well?"
"That was . . . wow. That was amazing," Harley admitted.
Like her shooting star vine blossoming brilliantly with the setting of the sun, Harley watched as her smile lit Ivy's entire face up. "Really? You're not just saying that?"
"I could definitely tease you, but I couldn't lie to you," Harley told her.
Suddenly exhausted, Ivy collapsed into her arms.
Harley looked at her and rubbed her head tenderly. "Oh, Red. You definitely know how to turn a girl's world completely upside-down," she whispered.
"Huh?" Ivy mumbled.
"Nothing."
Neither woman noticed the door was slightly ajar. Nor did they notice it quietly close.
Robin leaned against the door, his heart pounding. "That _was_ amazing," he said to himself. "But what do I tell Batman?"
To be continued . . .