I groan in annoyance as I roll away from a light somewhere near my head, upset at waking up already. I feel like Bruce and I just got home and I'm not ready to grace the land of the living.

I shouldn't be surprised when I reach over to the opposite side of the bed, expecting to find Bruce but instead finding an empty bed and crack an eye open in irritation. But then I notice that the light I'm so annoyed at isn't the sun but instead the bedside lamp. A quick glance at the alarm clock just below the lamp reveals that it's only 1:15 in the morning. There's no way I've been out for long.

As the drowsiness dissipates, I look for something to drink, realizing my mouth to be extremely dry and parched, grinning when I spot a glass of water waiting for me. I eagerly drain the contents of the glass before sitting up, smiling to myself upon noticing my sleepwear. One of Bruce's old college shirts and my underwear.

Rubbing my eyes, I stand from the bed and leave the bedroom, wondering where Bruce is in his city tonight. With my mind made up to check the cave, I'm surprised to hear typing upon stepping from the elevator that has brought me down into Bruce's second home.

A quick peek over the railing shows Bruce at his computer, surprisingly in the same shirt from earlier, just shorts now instead of his jeans. He's sat back in his chair, one elbow propped on one of the arms of the chair with his chin resting in that hand while the other is extended to click through keys on his keyboard.

"Slow night?" I ask as I reach the bottom of the stairs, watching Bruce's head lift to glance over at me.

"Very." He turns the chair towards me and I don't hesitate to straddle his lap, arms looping around his shoulders to scratch lightly through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. His eyelids droop before his head drops forward to lean against my collarbone, his arms encircling my waist.

"Then you should come to bed."

"Was planning on it if I hadn't heard anything in the next hour." He mutters against the material of my shirt before pulling back to look at me. "I'm surprised you're awake. I figured you'd sleep off your hangover a little longer."

"I don't get hangovers." I lean forward and brush my nose against his, giggling. "Though my mouth felt like the desert. Thank you for the water."

"Of course. No hangovers, huh?"

"Nope. My meta abilities heal the residual effects of the alcohol before it has much of a chance to affect me."

"I bet Lois will envy both you and Clark in the morning."

"Are they really that unpleasant?"

"I haven't been hungover since I was in high school but I don't remember anything pleasant about the morning after a night consuming strong alcohol. I had the headache from hell and spent a good majority of my morning bent over a toilet, throwing it all back up. It's not as pleasant coming back up as it is going down."

"Interesting. I never knew." Bruce nods, turning the chair to look back at the computer, one arm leaving my waist to continue flicking through what I realized were cameras set up all over Gotham. I nuzzle into his chest, dozing into a pleasant state of half-awareness. I can feel him shifting and hear the steady click of him cycling through cameras but I'm also half asleep, content in resting against him, draped across his lap.

I eventually drift all the way off to sleep, before suddenly being jostled awake, the faintest memory of what had to have been a steamy dream whisking away as fast as my sleep did.

"Princess," Bruce rasps against my ear and I'm immediately wide awake, my body alight with sensitive nerve endings. Then I realize my hips moving against his lap, most likely reacting to whatever I'd been dreaming, similar to when I'd fallen asleep behind him while horseback riding.

Rather than stop, I push myself harder against his lap, his erection firm beneath me. "If you don't stop, this might become something you're too drowsy to agree to." He pants against my forehead but I know that 1) he's well aware that I'm awake and doing this now on purpose, and 2) he would never do something if I was in a state where I couldn't stop if I needed or wanted.

"I'm well aware of what I'm doing. What are you going to do about it?" I challenge. HIs hands are immediately shoving up my shirt, pushing me away from him to yank it over my head rather ungracefully. I laugh before doing the same to him, hips stopping to sit further back on his knees.

A tight hand on my hip lifts me and his other hand jams into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down his legs before he's pulling my underwear aside and bringing me back into his lap. The laughter dies in my throat as I realize how desperate he is, wondering just how long I'd been subconsciously grinding in his lap.

Recognizing what he's wanting, I move with him, lowering a hand between us to line us up before sinking down onto him, breathing out a moan as he pulses once I'm firmly seated back in his lap.

"Looks like I'm getting to go billionaire riding after all," I smirk halfheartedly at him and he rolls his eyes, hands gripping tightly at my waist as I slowly rise off of him before sinking back down.

He leans back, his chair reclining somewhat as I begin to bounce in his lap, his mouth leaning forward to take one of my nipples into his mouth. "Bruce," I breathe as he briefly sucks on it before switching to do the same with the other. The torment is short-lived as he reclines back a little more, moving his arms back behind his head, watching me with half lidded eyes bounce eagerly in his lap. I plant both hands on his chest to help support myself, enjoying the way his eyes flicker to different points across my body.

They watch my breasts sway in front of him before dropping to watch where we're connected, his hips flexing up to meet me, throwing me off rhythm for a moment as he pushes himself deeper. But then his eyes are on mine, watching my face as I move over him, something reflecting in his eyes akin to amazement, like he can't believe what he's seeing.

I lean further down, cupping his face and his hands pull from behind his head to grab ahold of me once more, hips thrusting up into me as he holds me down on top of him. I enjoy it for a few moments, crying out against his ear before rocking my hips back down onto his, hoping to reclaim the control. He allows it, hips stilling and letting mine begin moving once more, his hands dropping to grab my ass and assist the movement, not keen on giving up total control again.

I pull back enough to be able to kiss him, hands pushing up into his hair as I feel myself growing closer to the edge. My bouncing turns more into grinding and his hips begin to push up into me again, recognizing that I'm close and trying to help get me there quicker.

It's enough to throw me over the edge and I collapse back against his chest, quivering in his arms as I rock desperately against him, not wanting to stop but my pace begins to slow. Bruce's arms wrap tightly around my waist, one hand reaching up to push against the back of my head, pushing me into his neck as his other props against my lower back, hips once again slamming up into me.

"Bruce!" I shriek, knowing I have no real ability to move at the moment so surrender myself to letting him chase his own ending.

"I-Diana, I-"

"Yes," I whimper and he gives a brief cry against my forehead, pulsing and releasing into me. His hips slow but as they slow, I begin moving over him again, wanting to draw his release out as long as I can for him, wanting to reward him for always treating me so well. His arms release me, hands hovering just off my body as he shudders beneath me before holding my ass once more, grip growing tighter the longer I ride before pulling me off of him. He pants against me as I grin triumphantly into his neck, nipping at the taught tendon before latching on to suck a claiming bruise.

"Fuck, Diana," he breathes a moment later and I laugh, pushing up onto my knees before raising myself off of him, watching smugly as his eyes once again rove over me before landing between my legs where I can feel him dripping from me.

He sits up as well, pulling me into his chest so he can lean down and grab his shirt without me falling off of his lap, sitting back up to wipe it between my legs.

Just as he opens his mouth to say something, a beep sounds from the computer behind me and I remember where we are, having forgotten we were in the cave.

Bruce leans further forward, instantly in full bat mode, eyes scanning over the information on the screen. I glance over my shoulder to see for myself, picking out the words 'Ivy', 'break-in', and 'chemical plant.'

"Looks like bed will have to wait."

"Mind if I tag along?" Bruce eyes me for a moment.

"No but be careful with Ivy. The pheromones she releases are bad enough on humans; I don't know what they'll do to a meta."

"Then will you be okay?"

"I've grown used to fighting the effects, to the point they hardly affect me anymore." He claims before helping me stand off his lap.

"Then we should probably get going." I suggest and he nods, standing to follow.

~Bruce's POV~

Diana can handle herself. I know Diana can handle herself. But I've never witnessed what Ivy's pheromones can do to a meta and I know they aren't good for humans who don't have meta abilities like Diana.

After narrowing down the factory Ivy had broken into, Diana and I quickly changed, climbed into the batmobile, and raced to the location. The building is dark and quiet upon arrival but we still climb from the car, not letting our guard down.

"If you feel anything odd, anything at all, tell me. I carry an extra dose of the antidote for Ivy's toxin and can give it to you if needed." I relay quietly to Diana who gives me a soft grin before nodding and continuing on, clearly not concerned.

I consider warning her again but Diana is nothing if not confident in her abilities and fretting over her as if she were made of glass who do nothing but anger her and possibly make her act recklessly so I keep my growing concern to myself.

We enter the building through a skylight, something sweet immediately hitting my nose, my heartbeat kicking up a notch but I quickly center myself, knowing it's Ivy's influence. I glance at Diana as we drop to a walkway, noticing her nostrils flare before she begins walking towards a room with fogged glass. Light shines through the panels and someone is clearly in there but I'm unable to tell who.

I fall into step beside her, fighting the urge to grab her arm and keep her from bursting into the room. As we grow closer, a humming can be heard, nauseously sweet and feigning innocence.

"Diana, wait," I try to grab her wrist to hold her back but she moves her arm at the last second and I miss, her hand reaching forward to yank the door open.

"Oh!" The voice inside yells in mock surprise. "I have visitors!"

I move to follow Diana quickly as she storms into the lab but I stop short of entering, having noticed the plants that had begun to wrap around the railing of the walkway when the humming had started. Ivy knew we were here.

The moment Diana crosses the threshold, she's seized by vines and dragged across the room to be secured to the far wall. "Wonder Woman! What a pleasant surprise! Where's your teammate? I know you're not alone." She purrs seductively, turning towards the doorway before I too am snagged by vines and dragged into the room. My focus had been completely on Diana and I mentally kick myself. I am no use to either of us if I'm incapacitated.

A glance at Diana and I see a flush has spread across her chest and her cheeks, her eyes blown wide and dilated.

"Oh, dear Dark Knight!" Ivy saunters towards me as her plants turn me upside down and suspend me from the ceiling. "I had hoped you would show up. But with Wonder Woman?" She turns back towards Diana who has begun to struggle against the vines, her eyes pinned on me, shining with desperation. But not to escape and that's what worries me.

"What would your precious husband think if he knew the kind of company you're keeping at night? And everyone's been concerned he's the cheater." She teases, drawing close to Diana.

At that moment, Diana manages to free one of her hands, lashing out and punching Ivy across the face, sending Ivy crashing to the ground. Just as Ivy makes contact with the tile, more vines spring forward to wrap around Diana's freed hand, wrangling her back against the wall.

"I'll admit, I didn't see that coming." Ivy says curtly as she stands, wiping at the dark green liquid that wells from the cut on her lip. She turns back towards me, back in character as she draws closer, swaying her hips as she reaches for my face. Her nails gently glide across my lips and trace my jaw and I make a mental note not to lick my lips. Should I consume any of Ivy's blood, it could mean my immediate demise. As her touch explores the visible half of my face, Diana's thrashing grows more violent, her chest heaving and hands clawing viciously at the vines, thorns now sprouting and scratching her.

"Get away from him," she snarls and Ivy smirks over her shoulder, dropping her hand.

"Why, Wonder Woman, do you have a thing for Gotham's beloved Caped Crusader?" Her hand moves to trail over my shoulders when she steps behind me, hands caressing the muscles along my upper back. "I must say, you have fantastic taste." Ivy purrs before stepping away from me.

"However, you being here offers me an opportunity. I've been….experimenting. I know how mortals react to me. Well," she glances over her shoulder at me, smirking when I scowl at her. "Most mortals. And while it's fascinating to see that I have such a potent effect on you with your meta abilities, I've been meaning to test out a new scent." Diana seems to be struggling to process Ivy's words, more than likely having a hard time clearing her head against Ivy's toxin.

My eyes dart between the two of them, watching as Ivy holds a hand out and a plant slithers across the floor, dripping sizzling liquid onto the floor as it approaches. Said liquid immediately evaporates as soon as it makes contact with the tile, turning into a pink plume that rises towards the ceiling.

"You know, Batman. Sometimes you're very good at taking all the fun out of my plans. I was just intending to use this new mixture on you, to see how you'd be able to withstand it but Wonder Woman, here-" Ivy turns her attention towards Diana, who has stopped thrashing, eyes looking frantically between Ivy and myself. I can see her trying to make sense of the situation but Ivy's pheromones have too strong of a hold on her. "-grants me a much better testing subject. I see that she is much more affected than most mortals. I wonder what she would do if I let her go. Would she go for me or-" Ivy glances back at me. "-devour you?"

The sneaking vine has reached Ivy and rises into the air, wrapping carefully around her arm to prevent stabbing her before suddenly jabbing each thorn into Ivy's arm. She hisses but grins as the toxin mixes into her bloodstream, a pink glow beginning to seep off of Ivy's pale green skin.

Small vibrant pink flowers bloom throughout her hair and along her arms and legs, opening wide to exude even more pink fog.

My blood begins to rush and I can't help but breathe in the toxin, realizing how it feels like every hair on my body seems to stand on end, every twitch of the vines securing me rippling like shockwaves across my skin. It would surely be stimulation overload if I were without my suit, which is thankfully dulling the sensation somewhat.

I grit my teeth against the sickeningly sweet smell, eyes zeroing in on Diana as she collapses against the wall, sagging against her vines as her chest rises and falls at an alarmingly fast rate, her legs pressing desperately together as a weak moan leaves her throat.

And while that moan calls to an animalistic side of me that wants nothing more than to break free and throw her to the ground, it also breaks through some of the fog in my head. Diana is completely powerless to this new drug and if what she's been like with Ivy's usual pheromones says anything, it's that her reaction is multiplied tenfold.

"Oh, this is good!" Ivy cackles, reminding me that she's still in the room. Diana's head raises and she looks longingly at me, biting her lip while continuing to rub her thighs together, seeking friction.

I begin struggling against my own vines, ignoring the sensations the movement triggers. I have to get to Diana. I can't let this get to me. I'm able to twist my arms behind me, enough to pull a batarang from my belt as Ivy's full attention has moved to focus on Diana, writhing against the wall.

Taking the chance, I saw through the vines holding me, dropping quickly to a crouch and throwing the same batarang at the plant still dangling from Ivy's arm, hoping that if I cut the connection to the plant, Ivy will stop releasing it's toxin but she laughs darkly as the plant drops to the floor but the flowers continue to breathe out the gas.

"Face it, Batman. You can't fight your most primal instinct. And neither can she." Ivy gestures to Diana but I keep my focus on Ivy, taking into account the things around us. Behind Ivy is a lit burner with a sizzling chemical over it. Understanding it may be my best bet, I begin to advance slowly on Ivy, inching her closer towards the bubbling yellow chemical.

"Why don't you give in? I think you deny yourself a good time when you fight me." She purrs, no longer moving away but closer to me. But her stepping closer provides me with the perfect shot of the acid. I grab an explosive and hurl it at the chemical, leaping towards Diana to cover her body with mine when it explodes, splattering across Ivy's skin. She wails as the acid makes contact and a glance over my shoulder shows flowers, hair, the leaves making up Ivy's clothing, and skin all sizzling from the direct contact.

However, I'm quickly distracted by Diana pushing her chest into me, whining and wriggling needily. "I'm getting you out of here, Princess," I tell her quietly when Ivy screams out and is suddenly on my back, pulling me away from Diana. I feel like I'm watching in slow motion as what I thought had been the dead remainder of the plant that has stuck Ivy slithers across the floor before winding up Diana's leg and repeatedly puncturing her with the toxic thorns. Diana cries out, trying to shake the plant off but the vines restraining her abruptly pull back, sending Diana falling gracelessly to the floor.

I immediately reach over my shoulder, grabbing hold of one of Ivy's arms and a handful of a remaining patch of hair before slamming her over my shoulder and onto the floor, the force knocking her out but I don't bother to check on her as I hurry towards Diana who's once again writhing but when I grab her shoulder to turn her over, I realize it's not from pain.

Diana's eyes are completely dilated, leaving no beautiful blue behind, only dark desire. The second her eyes focus on me, she's moving for me, her hands grabbing for my belt and the toxins in my blood immediately recognize what she's after. If my control was any weaker, I'd be hard and ready but I refuse to allow myself to get to that state. Not when Diana is like this.

"No, Princess," I grab both of her wrists and attempt to hold them away from me but she fights against my hold, her super strength allowing her to push back towards me. Not seeing any other option, I take advantage of her hindered state and regretfully push her away with brute force, not allowing her any time to react before standing back and dropping a pellet of anesthetic gas with one hand while placing my breathing mask over my nose with the other.

I watch as the fight quickly drains from her body, her arms giving out as she slumps to the floor. The mask allows me fresh air as it filters out Ivy's toxins and my head thankfully clears, no longer fighting the urge to fuck Diana into the ground.

I quickly tie Ivy up and place her outside of the lab, collecting a few of her toxic flowers along with a sample of her blood before returning for Diana, delicately scooping her into my arms. As I'm placing her into the batmobile, I call Jim to notify him and warn him about Ivy before rushing home.

I can only hope Ivy's effect is temporary.


A/N: Sorry for the delay on this chapter. I always psyche myselves up for sexy fun times and then put off writing them but I've had this idea about Ivy and her, uh, pheromones for a while now and I've been itching to write about it (see what I did there? Itching? Like poison ivy? Get it?). I do understand that it's kind of an odd idea and I felt kind of weird writing about Bruce getting turned on while being suspended in the air by Ivy's plants. It wasn't his choice to be aroused so it felt like I was toeing, and even possibly tip toeing across, a fine line. I also wasn't sure how to actually take out Ivy so apologies if that seems rushed and out of character. There's also the fact that Diana's powers become mute if her hands are bound but I believe that's only with her lasso so I didn't incorporate that.

I also proofread it once but I'm sure I missed plenty of things. Also, if the whole Ivy thing hadn't happened in this chapter, I 100% was going to call it 'Billionaire Riding'

Thx!

AMM