Hey guys…
So if you follow my Into the Madhouse story you know I haven't ACTUALLY been braindead… and to those of you who don't you should check it out *cough go review my stories despite what a terrible author I've been and despite how I haven't updated at all cough*.
Catch that little hint there? I hope so. You don't have to be the world's greatest detective to figure it out. BA DUM TSSS.
Okay, I'm done with stupid jokes now. (That wasn't stupid, it was comical genius, thank you) I really am very, very, very, very, very, VERY, oh so terribly sorry. Please forgive me, if you could find it in the bottom of your hearts to love me again. If you ever loved me at all. I loved you guys, don't give up on me. I would never give up on you. hearts for everyone. Or four people, depending on if you're a pessimist or an optimist…
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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2009
Last night the Dynamic Duo once again saved Gotham from a reign of plant oriented terror when they defeated Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy.
The villainess attacked City Hall, taking both the mayor and Police Commissioner Gordon hostage before the Caped Crusader and his sidekick saved the day.
"Jessica." A blonde-haired girl whipped her hair around from the old newspaper clipping she was reading to see her mother standing in the doorway, turning on the lights in her dimly lit bedroom. She looked furious, a scowl deep set in her face and her arms tightly crossed across her chest.
The girl couldn't suppress a glare towards her furious mother, the muscles in her face tensing until she was painfully reminded of the large purple welt on the side of her face. She pulled a few dead leaves out of her hair and placed them gently – almost lovingly – down on the bed-side table, running her thin fingers through her hair. She shifted her weight on her bed, so she was facing her seriously pissed off mother.
"Yes, Mother?" She couldn't help but keep the bitterness from her voice. If Ivy was her mother, she wouldn't have to come home every day and pretend she wasn't the proud owner of a beautiful, rare bird. But the worn out woman standing before her tapping a foot impatiently kept all that from happening.
"Jessica, why don't you explain yourself?" the woman ordered, placing her fists on her hips.
"I have nothing to explain, mom." Jessica furrowed her brows, glaring at her mother. She pulled more leaves from her hair, untangling it bit by bit.
"How about how you suddenly have something to do every afternoon? Or your extremely rude attitude you've been showing towards the rest of this family? Your behavior is unacceptable, young lady, and you better give me an explanation right now," she narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms again. "Or else."
Jessica rolled her eyes dramatically, turning back towards her wall. "Or else what, mother?" she scoffed. "What could you possibly do to hurt me?"
Her mother gasped at her daughter's response, her anger only boiling more in the pit of her stomach. "Jessica Douglas, you're grounded." She retorted.
The fourteen-year-old girl whipped around, her mouth dropped open in anger and shock. "What?" she asked, standing up. "You can't do that! I haven't done anything!"
"I'm your mother, I can do what I want." She said, picking up the girl's cell phone off the table, along with her TV remote and her house key. "You're not leaving this bedroom for two weeks, and that's final." With that, Mrs. Douglas stormed out of the room, switching the lights off as she went.
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Pain is kind of a funny thing.
You don't really think it would be, but it totally is. You could be bleeding out in an unknown place with a crazy lady dressed in leaves torturing you and going on about information, and yet all you can think about is how hungry you are. Or how much you need to pee, which is also something that was on the forefronts of Robin's mind.
Seriously, he hadn't eaten or used the bathroom in two days. He was really starting to miss Venus.
All Ivy would ever tell him was "Your babysitter's taking the day off", which was about as much information as Robin could gather from a fried potato.
Yesterday, he'd actually engaged the crazed woman in a conversation. It'd been pretty enlightening, given him her motive and some of her plan. Looking back on it, he had played his cards rather well, especially since his huge screw up the day before.
Robin couldn't suppress a groan of pain as the crowbar smashed into his stomach once more, sending a mouthful of blood spewing across the wall of his entrapment. He coughed and wheezed, trying to get the blood out of his lungs so he could breathe.
By now, he had at least one shattered rib. He could feel it rattle when he moved, or tried to move, or lived. Yes, living hurt at this point. He rubbed his abdomen, trying in any way to soothe the massive amounts of pain he felt. He could hear her laughter bubble from her emerald lips as she swung the crowbar nonchalantly through the air.
"Gee, Bird Brain." Ivy mused, kicking him so that he was facing the ceiling (which wasn't much more to look at than the walls, just saying.). She knelt down, swinging one leg around his torso and straddling his broken body. "I figured you would've done better against a crowbar, especially considering your past experience with one."
Robin gathered up blood in his mouth as she leaned in closer, puckering her lips slightly. He knew what Poison Ivy's kiss could do. Drive him insane, force him to love her and do anything she asked. Not going to happen.
He spit the crimson liquid into her face as he went into another coughing fit, his body trying desperately to put him in as much pain in possible. Or force the toxins and blood that Ivy had pumped into his system out. Whichever he felt like accusing himself of at the moment.
"Gee, Ivy." He spluttered in between wheezes. "I figured you would've been more original than a kiss or two and some chemicals." He smirked defiantly, trying – and failing – to hold in the grunt that built up in his throat when she backhanded him."Face it, Plant Girl. I know all your tricks. You'll have to do better." He laughed weakly.
"Well, you brightly colored little shit," Ivy snapped, Leaning more towards his ear this time as she bent down. "All you have to do is tell me what I want to know, and then I won't have to do better."
Robin cackled, trying to make it sound strong and stubborn, but it came across more as a weak snort. "I… will never… tell you…. Shit." He said as he tried to regain his breath. He accepted the other slap, expecting it. His head jerked violently to the side, spit flying from his mouth as the wall became coated with more blood.
"That wasn't the answer I wanted, Bird Boy." She crooned seductively into his ear. "Maybe you should apologize."
"You never asked a question, crazy lady." Robin smirked, enjoying his little game.
"I thought my intentions were rather clear, especially since your daddy claims to be the World's Greatest Detective. But I suppose I'll explain again." She sighed, leaning back onto his hips and dragging her nails along his chest, leaving small slits in her wake. She loved the hiss of pain he emitted at her touch. "I want to know where the big Daddy Bats is hiding."
"Yeah, right. And what are you planning to do with me if I gave you that information? Huh?" Robin scoffed her notions, too exhausted to touch the fresh cuts on his chest.
"Oh, my dear boy." She laughed, gently caressing his face before slapping it again. "That's up to Venus."
Robin groaned, black spindles peaking at the edges of his vision and threatening to overtake him. He lolled his head to the side, trying desperately to nudge her way away from his captor. He wasn't afraid, just tired of the pain. Tired of his muscles tensing in anticipation, only making it hurt more. He wanted just one day to heal a little. Just one day.
"What's the matter, Blunder Head?" she asked, her voice low and smooth, eerily seductive in a way that only someone with heightened pheromones could make work. "Are you not agreeing with my plants?"
No, Robin thought bitterly, though he kept his mouth shut. He'd learned that when all he longed for was a break, it was best to remain silent. I'm going to slice through your 'babies' like melted butter.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, another vine from Ivy's 'home-grown' garden latched itself around his jaw, acting as a gag and putting his mouth in an awkward position. He could feel the pressure build; slowly tearing the skin of his cheeks as the warm, thick liquid filled his mouth and made him choke.
The blood in his body had started oozing out of his nose, dripping into his eyes as he hung from his wrists and ankles. The thorny vines wrapped around his joints dug into his veins, more blood oozing from his body. He seemed to have lost enough blood to fulfill an elephant's transfusion, but he didn't want to dwell on that small fact.
Sweat dripped from his nose, as he could feel her toxins beginning to take effect. Robin wasn't exactly sure what the woman had pumped into his system, but he was sure she was going to tell him.
"All they want is a little kiss," she said, her voice turned icy as she mentally ordered her plants to tighten their grip on the defenseless Boy Wonder. He whimpered in pain, clenching his eyes shut. He was so close to giving up, to letting everything go.
Ivy had been reminding him every day that he was here. According to her, it'd been two months and a week. He'd lost count after 37 days. It didn't help that half the time they had him on drugs that jarred his vision and made him loopy as hell.
They wanted him to tell where the Bat-Cave was.
When Robin finally reopened his eyes, Ivy was standing right in front of him, her eyes sympathetic and soft. But he could see the mischief behind that façade, the enjoyment in watching him suffer. It made him want to vomit.
"If you want to call it a day," she said, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned closer. "All you have to do is ask." She was no within centimeters of Robin's mouth, her breath singing his pale and cold face with it's warm, spearmint scent. He tried to scoot his head away, flailing violently to get away.
But the vines head his body fast, preventing him from shying away from the woman's lips. They were so close he could already taste them, smell the poisons radiating off of her skin. He closed his eyes, praying she wouldn't but fearing she would.
Fortunately for Robin, she smiled. "Not today, Bird Boy." She bit his neck instead, sending her toxins coursing through his veins rather than to his lips. She almost reminded him of a vampire, and that made him flashback to Twilight for a moment before the drugs began taking effect. "You're too young for me anyway!" she called, sashaying out the door.
As a now-fully-drugged Robin watched her leave, a loopy smile formed on his face, and he wished she would come back. He closed his eyes, not feeling it when the plants tossed him carelessly to the ground and followed their mistress out the door. His eyes fluttered closed, images of beautiful plant girls flying through his head as he finally fell into unconsciousness.
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The lights were dim in the warehouse, especially since Poison Ivy was probably asleep, and Robin was not granted the privilege of light. Jessica was never a particularly sneaky person, especially since she was trying to sneak into an 'abandoned' warehouse that housed not only a super villain, but also a highly trained young vigilante.
While inwardly swooning over the fact that she was here with Robin, Jessica went into the area the plant themed partners had declared the kitchen and opened the awkwardly placed refrigerator.
A cat-like grin spread across her young features, she pulled out a vile of deep red liquid from the fridge. One who didn't know its purpose might believe it was blood, but that was far from the truth. Pulling the liquid from the vile and into a syringe, Jessica injected it into her system, a surge of adrenaline rushing through her.
She crept her way towards where her Venus alter-ego was kept, complete with a dress made of vines and green make up. After changing her appearance – putting on black eye liner and green eye shadow, along with lipstick, and poofing her hair up into an elegant, volumized position – she made her way towards the room caging her pet.
Opening the door, she saw him, wheezing in his sleep on the floor. He had curled into himself, holding onto his legs as he winced and whimpered against a nightmare. In her absence, Ivy had not bandaged any of his wounds, or given him food. She'd probably also neglected to give the poor boy bathroom breaks.
Venus smiled sympathetically, her high heels clicking against the concrete as she made her way to where the Boy Wonder slept. Sitting down, she pulled him into her lap where he nestled in soundly, his dream softening with the comfort he received in the real world.
She toyed with his black, unkempt hair, running her hands through it and attempting to untangle it. He murmured softly in his sleep, but his words were lost to the girl his head rested on.
She ran her hands over his chest, feeling each cut and scar left on his warm body. He cringed away from her touch, her fingers being too cold for his liking. She only smiled softly and continued to caress his shirtless features. His muscles were slowly wearing away as the weeks went by, Ivy's torture probably doing a number on him.
"When are we going to give him that purple stuff?" she whined, her voice shrill as she followed her mentor around the poorly furnished warehouse. The Boy Wonder had fallen asleep during her visit, and after a while she'd grown bored and left his side to share with Ivy the information he'd mistakenly given her.
"After I get the info out of him." Ivy said, her voice more than annoyed. She pulled a jug of water out of the refrigerator, filling a glass and then sipping it. "Just be patient, Venus. He'll be all yours once I get what I need."
Venus frowned, pouting slightly. "But if he forgets all his past, we can make him believe what we want. He can be a part of us."
"But he won't remember any of his training; and he certainly won't remember Batman's identity." Ivy scolded her protégé. "Venus don't you see? If we give him the 'purple stuff', as you so eloquently put it, he would be of no use to us."
"No, he'd be of no use to you." Venus reminded the older woman, smirking slightly. "I would love him regardless of whether or not he remembered his training, or the identity of the Batman." She stared off into the distance, as though picturing her and Robin on a beach somewhere watching the sunset. Just the thought made Ivy want to vomit everywhere.
But she settled for rolling her eyes, sipping her beverage again. "Trust me, kid." She ordered. "You do things my way ad we both win."
"Someday," she whispered to the sleeping boy curled up in her lap. "Someday we can leave Gotham and be together forever." He moved slightly, whimpering again. Venus only smirked. Robin would never love her if he remembered everything. He would never love her like she loved him. He couldn't in his current mental condition.
Sighing, Venus leaned against the wall, looking up at the ceiling and probably ruining her hair that she'd spent a good ten minutes on. She closed her eyes, drifting into slumber peacefully.
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EHHH?! How was THAT for a terrible update?
Honestly, I don't like this chapter too much. I feel like it's rushed and it's just… *insert meme face here* ITS SOMETHING!
So, today's long overdue question it: would you guys possibly be interested in a sequel? Answer honestly, and quickly, because it determines how this story ends. And how it goes on from here.
Accept it, consider it, review it.
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I know you want to.
Do it.
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~Charlie~