This choice: Run! There's no chance of facing the Dark Knight in a one-on-one encounter! • Go Back...Chapter #21Run! You are now Batman! by: Unknown You glance at the seemingly terrified Poison Ivy as she tries to back away. You brush off the remains of a severed vine off your shoulder before turning back to her. Her eyes bulging with fear, she stares at you in fright. As you walk towards her, she scurries back almost like a rat.
"It's over, Isley," you say.
"You...murderer," she gasps, her words cracking. You could almost feel the pain in her words, she feels every ounce of the pain you just dealt to the vines.
"I don't have time for this," you grumble impatiently.
"My babies," she repeats over and over again. Her fists begin to clench and unclench, you deduce that she's going through one of her mood swings.
"My babies...you killed them, YOU KILLED THEM!" she suddenly bellows, producing a knife out of her belt. Screeching like a woman possessed, she lunges at you.
"Isley, stop!" you warn, but it's too late. She's almost upon you.
Sheer instinct kicking in, you slap the knife away from her hand just before it comes in contact with you. To prevent a follow-up, you quickly deliver a painful backhand to her cheek, knocking the eco-terrorist down again. She landed on the floor, rubbing her sore cheek, her red hair flowing down her face.
"Ready to call it quits?" you sigh irritated.
"What kind of a man is so cruel and heartless as to bring his hand down on a poor, defenseless female, Batman?" she finally spoke.
"The same one that's taking you to Arkham," you snarl, producing the handcuffs.
She suddenly looks up at a supply cabinet and smiles back at you.
You can read her mind even before she does anything.
With the agility of a cat, she attempts to scurry towards the cabinet on four legs.
You easily grab her ankle, keeping her anchored. When her resistance proves too great, you bend on one knee but manage to keep her glued to the spot. But, she continues to push forwards.
She turns back to you and scratches at your face with her long fingernails. Her scratches have to effect on your already bulletproof cowl, but one manages to sink into your skin long enough for you to flinch. Using the momentary distraction to her advantage, she kicks you away.
As you turn away with the scratch on the lips, she reaches the cabinet and rips open the door. She hastily skims through the contents. You recover and grab on to her ankle again, a firmer grip this time.
Using your amplified strength, you pull the woman away from the cabinet and start to wrestle her down. Just when you're about to pin one wrist down, she suddenly twirls around and hurls a vial of fluids at you.
It explodes in mid-air, engulfing your face in a peculiar green gas.
You gag and turn away, giving her enough time to scurry away.
Seeing her fleeing body, you quickly recover and dive out of the gas, seizing her ankle once again.
"You just don't give up, do you?" she snarls.
You start to reel her back in when she turns back and kicks at you with her other foot. One swift kick almost knocks you off balance but you hold on.
Desperation taking over, she glances back at you and aims her free foot at your face. Her foot smashes into your face, but you hold on. You're starting to wrestle back control of the situation when something very strange happens. Instead of continuing to kick at you, Ivy uses a desperate move and instead plants her feet directly on your face, her soles gluing to the vulnerable part of your mouth, your mouth.
But when she plasters her soles on your face out of sheer desperation, you start to feel a very strong odor emitting from her foot. The odor is almost as strong as her pheromones. It begins to weaken you heavily. Her toes wiggle against your face, the odor starting to overwhelm you, the Batman. As her toes curl up against your face, it almost puts you in a trance. She senses your grasp on her weakening, and starts to wiggle her foot free of your gasp. You attempt to hold on, but the smell is almost too intoxicating for even you to endure.
You're forced to relinquish your hold on her ankle and she kicks you away. You gasp for air as you spot her barely scurrying away. She quickly gets up and runs away.
"Ta ta, Bat!" she taunts.
As a last resort, you hurl a tracer at her, the device barely clamping to her back as she hurries out of the exit door. You pound your fist to the ground in frustration, she had gotten away again.
You rise to your feet,incensed at your apparent weakness to her feet.
You examine the lab before turning back to the exit.
You pick up a shard of the broken vial she hurled at you earlier.
You turn on your com-link.
"Alfred, get the Bat-Wing ready. It's going to be a long night," you tell him grimly.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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