A/N:Just a reminder - Samantha Clark was created by JasonToddLover. The character cannot be used by anyone else without permission.

Part 18: Liquid Preparation

Bruce and two of his sons raced to the bat cave. They changed into their respective uniforms. Batman moved over to the lab and was selecting several chemicals

"You're going to waste time while Tim is in Ivy's clutches?" Robin complained as he started to head to the bat-mobile, but his father wasn't following.

"Calm yourself Robin," Batman said as he selected a chemical and poured it into a test tube.

"You're wasting time," Robin repeated angrily, becoming impatient.

"Batman knows what he's doing," Nightwing countered. "Why don't you go on ahead and scout out the greenhouse in Gotham Park."

"You know she's got all those carnivorous plants," Robin said.

"We'll keep them busy," Jason said as he entered and changed into his Red Hood gear. "I'll bring my weed wacker. All the guests have gone home."

"Good, we don't want anyone lingering and finding out we're not talking to Gordon or the police," Nightwing said. "That could complicate things. Are the girls all right?"

"Sasha's taking care of our twins," Red Hood stated. Barbara said she'll look after Samantha, once she gets out of that pond, make sure there isn't any lasting damage. Timbo would be crushed if that poison Ivy used harmed his twins."

"You two take the motorcycles," Batman stated. "Nightwing, you'll be with me." He grabbed another chemical, checking its properties and how it would cause the reaction he was looking for. "One more should do it."

Nightwing watched Batman work. He knew that Batman was working to find a way to trap Ivy, just as he did with Catwoman years ago by using radioactive spray as a cat statue she had stolen.

"What's that?" Nightwing asked as he observed the chemical reaction.

"Something that will help us get back Tim," Batman replied.

"It can't be a poison since Poison Ivy can't be affected, but what is it?"

"If I have the formula correct, this will actually trigger a hibernation response."

"How will you get it into her?"

Batman poured the liquid into what looked like a small cylinder then capped it with what looked like a spray nozzle. "She'll breath it in." The cylinder once capped looked like a bottle of perfume. "I'm going to let her capture me while you, Jason, and Damian are going to get Tim."

"That will be fun," Nightwing said sounding a little sarcastic.

Once they were ready, Nightwing climbed into the bat-mobile with Batman. Robin and Red Hood followed behind on their motorcycles.

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'Hmmm, I wonder what that little witch saw in you,' Ivy said. 'You're nothing but a boy. Poor misguided girl. She never should have trusted me.'

Tim was within his own little world, oblivious of his predicament. Ivy had hung him over one of her carnivorous plants, threatening to have the boy eaten alive if Mr. Wayne didn't come up with the cash. She had bigger plans for Gotham with that money. It just wasn't a matter of destroying every plant killer in the world. If she could get everyone to love her, now that would be an accomplishment that no villain in the world had dreamed of.

The Joker wanted everyone to see his twisted form of humor, that death could be funny. Funny for him perhaps, but death was no laughing matter. Even plants die from either the bitter cold or because they reached the end of their natural lifespan. So long as they produced a seed, they could go on. And all Ivy wanted was to go on, to produce an offspring of herself. In order to do that, she needed a male counterpart, that one person to love her, and only her. The man she wanted though resisted her charms. Maybe the way to convince him was to make the while world love her. That meant getting the whole world to also do her bidding. With the whole world at her feet, maybe she could finally convince Batman they were meant for each other. Even so, in order to produce enough powder, she needed money, and a lab to do her research. Maybe instead, she wouldn't use the powder. The pheromones that plants gave off attracted pollinators to help them reproduce. Maybe she could turn her pheromones into something that would attract everyone. That thought appealed to her.

"Send the next notice to Mr. Wayne. Let him see what will happen to his third son if he doesn't comply with my wishes. And send my condolences to Mr. Goodfellow about his daughter."

One of Ivy's men took the video that had been recorded and left the greenhouse to put her next stage of her plans into action.

Continues with Part 19