You remain firmly entrenched within her foot. You weakly squirm but to no avail. You begin to accept your fate as she lifts you up. You look up at her victorious smile.
"Awww, how is my little hero doing down there?" she taunted, crossing her legs.
"I trust that you are becoming comfortable...moving in," she added.
"Why not just kill me, Ivy?" you demand.
"Valid point," she said, leaning in to peer at his pathetic form.
"But what's the fun at that? Sure, I could kill you but what then, darling? This is much more entertaining, seeing you like this. At the soles of my feet, begging for mercy," she explained.
"Please Ivy, don't do this to me!" You plead one more time. But deep inside, you already know the answer.
"Hush darling, it is merely fitting for you, the antagonistic man, to be buried beneath my feet. You are inferior to me, a tiny speck of insignificance. You deserve this fate," she smiled, combing her red hair back.
You have completely fused with her foot, her roots firmly entangling you. There is no hope for escape.
"If I were you, I wouldn't feel too comfortable. The likes of that wretched Batman will soon share your fate," she purred, flexing her toes.
"What makes you think he'll be defeated by you so easily, Ivy? He's beaten you before," you reply defiantly.
"Yes, but I'm afraid I have a secret weapon now that not even the likes of Batman cannot possibly contend with. You see dear, with this serum, I can assume ultimate dominance over Gotham. Batman, please!" she chided.
"You still won't win, Ivy," you say.
"Keep telling yourself that, it won't do you any good down there, now will it? Batman's thousands of miles away, so he can't help you. Heck, you can't even help yourself you pathetic little man," she laughed.
Your spirits fall at that statement. As bitter a pill as it is to swallow, you have to admit that she's right. There is no hope, no knight in shining armor, let alone a Dark Knight. You are completely at her mercy, a defeated shell of a man.
Your body continues to sink into the mass of nature. You can no longer feel any of your limbs.
"Now, sit back and be quiet like a good little boy. If anything, put those lips to good use and kiss my feet," she said, turning back to her work.
The defiance drained out of your soul, you succumb to your fate as the roots finish fusing you to her. You close your eyes, as your body sinks into her skin, the darkness consuming you.
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