This choice: Search for a Cure (Batman) • Go Back...Chapter #9Search for a Cure (Batman) by: batman1   You had to admit it: sometimes in high-pressure situation, your judgement tends to become a little muddled.
Even more so when you’re forced to make fragile alliances with people who to them is the last thing on their minds. It soon became painfully obvious to you that going to Poison Ivy was an ill-fated decision, especially given the quite recent history between you too.
After all, you were responsible for her current state thanks to the Titan overdose, and if only to add fuel to the fire, you destroyed the mass majority of her plants at the old Arkham Island.
And as the vines continued to slither around your writhing body, your sudden realization of this truth couldn't be more obvious.
“You shouldn’t have come here, Batman,” came her taunting sneer, as the vines continued strangling you, denying you even a moment’s rest.
And while your resilience was enough to power through the first couple of minutes, you had to rely on pure adrenaline and willpower to survive the next.
“Pamela, please,” you pleaded, couching out between every wheeze in your voice. You could hardly breath, yet made out those two words, another example of your resiliency.
“Pamela Isley died a long time ago, darling. Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you decided to intrude on our garden and take what so rightfully belongs to us,” she smiled coyly, as the vines continued curling around your arms, the thorns pricking your body armor.
Still wincing heavily, you were starting to lose feeling in your legs as the vines continued entangling you in their intricate web of pain. The much larger vines had wrapped around your knees and ankles, rendering you immobile while the more smaller and agile ones wrapped around your neck and torso, effectively choking you.
Lifting you off the ground, the vines suddenly tightened down on your midsection. You barely fought back a shriek through gritted teeth and determination, but even that was running out. And as you groaned audibly, your teeth clattering with every squeeze, you knew that deep down, Ivy was enjoying this.
“Come on, darling! Scream for me, make this interesting for me! After all, with a snap of my fingers, I could kill you in a heartbeat! Why don’t I give you an example?” she purred evilly, before playfully snapping her hands together.
As if on cue, the vines constricted around you with the strength of a boar, almost impaling your insides with your elbows. And as you felt their thorns tearing through your chestplate and digging into your exposed flesh, you could feel a surge of white hot pain emitting from your ribs. It was agony beyond the meaning of the word, and you could do nothing to stop it.
“Aaarrgghhh!” You instinctively flinched as the first cry escaped your lips, the next few soon to follow. As soon as you heard it echo, you knew Ivy was listening.
“You can do better,” she sang mockingly, before snapping her fingers yet again.
With that, the thorns drew blood, drilling through your skin and lacerating your flesh in a crude pattern. Screaming out loud in pain, you knew that Ivy was absolutely ecstatic, knowing that she was exerting a certain degree of physical as well as mental dominance not shown by any of your other rogues.
For as long as you held out, you soon found it futile to even struggle against the vines, for they were simply too relentless, too powerful for you to overcome. Fatigue had worn on your joints as well as a collection of bruises and cuts which had already accumulated over the course of the entire night. Factoring in Joker’s diseased blood which had already weakened your internal systems as well, it was safe to say that you were clearly not running on 100%.
Noticing the resignation almost radiating from your body, Poison Ivy snickered wickedly, knowing that she was finally victorious, and that you had finally fallen victim to her vines.
“Now now, I think our dear Dark Knight has had enough, my loves!” she smiled, beaming at your plight.
Obeying their mother’s commands, the vines would loosen their death grip over you, gradually unraveling one at a time. Even though they weren't strangling you, you could still feel your insides being squished as they relented, your breaths becoming more and more realized.
As soon as the last vine retracted from your chest, you collapsed in a heap, barely able to stand. Still wheezing form the vice grip, you panted heavily, and clutched your shoulder blades, which were still throbbing in pain. Tracing over the deep lacerations made by her vines over your exposed skin, you winced with every touch.
“Looks like you thought you could contend with Mother Nature, and lost, little man,” Ivy chided playfully, before beginning to saunter towards you. Her hips swaying about, you could barely make out her silhouette growing closer and closer.
In the meantime, you barely managed to lift your head up as she neared you. From your peripheral vision, you could make out the plant queen almost taking her time sauntering down her throne to the ground, her hips swaying voluptuously.
Pigmented in floral green from head to toe, the former botanist was truly a specimen to marvel. She only wore the standard Arkham City jacket, only two buttons at the center containing her cleavage. Her hair was a fiery red, untamed and freely flowing down her shoulders. Her legs were well-shaped, with leaves decorating her thighs and ankles.
Thanks to your somewhat grounded position though, the first part of Ivy to come into sight would be her toes, each appropriately adorned in red nail polish. You couldn't help but notice how fitting they looked compared to the rest of her body, the red-and-green color scheme indicative of nature itself.
“You’re ours now, Batman,” Ivy purred seductively, her words rolling off her tongue in a sexy drawl.
She finally came to a stop in front of you, as if she was showcasing her quite attractive physique. Still in a daze from the vice grip, you could still make out the green blur in front of you, as it finally cleared to reveal a leering Ivy, a triumphant grin spread across her face.
“Now what ever shall I do with you, Mr. Batman? After all, you and I both know that your crimes against my children must not go unpunished, especially after what you did at the island,” she purred, almost scolding you in a disciplinary manner.
“You were endangering the lives of the entire Arkham staff as well as the inmates, Isley. You had to be stopped!” you tried to reason with her, but even you knew the futility of your words.
“Hah, those pathetic meat-sacks had it coming. After all, they were the ones who locked me up in that cell for months on end, separating me from my babies, torturing me with their pained cries for their mother.” She stopped for a moment, and shuddered, as if repressing a bad memory.
She reaffirmed her glare with a bright smile before continuing.
“But that’s all in the past now, darling. After all, I have you now Batman, and I intend to make you pay, in full,” she smiled.
She started counting with her fingers, as if trying to think of crude ways to “punish” you, her brow wrinkled in deep concentration.
Soon, you turned to desperation as a last resort, and decided to reveal your true motives for entering her lair. At this point, trying to entice the plant queen with an even trade would be most wise, especially given your current position.
“Pamela, please! I need a cure for Titan poisoning,” you finally blurted out, catching even her off guard.
She gave you a slightly puzzled look, before a clever, almost dominant grin settled in. And with that reveal, she leaned in towards you, a curious twinkle in her eyes.
“I’m sorry?” she smiled, tilting her head in mock confusion.
You hated when she did that.
“Joker poisoned me with his own blood, still contaminated with the Titan strain. And I know that you managed to cure yourself of the Titan overdose yourself back at the asylum. I’m not asking for any favors Ivy, but an even trade,” you proposed.
In return, she merely laughed girlishly, almost in hysteria over your proposal. Tilting her head back, you could almost see tears rolling down her eyes before she calmed down, and flashed you yet another seductive grin.
“And why should I help you, darling?” she chided, stroking your chin affectionately.
Despite her smug exterior, you could tell from her eyes what she really wanted you to say. And as much as it would pain you, you had to give it to you.
“Because I can give you what you want,” you said, your eyes concentrating on her.
“And what’s that?” came her slightly bored reply.
“Payback, revenge for your babies, a sense of fulfillment, of accomplishment even,” you told her.
She raised an eyebrow, now piqued by your offer.
“Go on,” she prompted.
“I’ll do whatever it takes Ivy, anything that you want me to do. Give me the cure for the Titan formula, and you can have me, body and soul,” you added, as if to sweeten to deal.
“You sure do know how to make a girl happy, Batman. Your offer is tempting, I will admit, but unfortunately for you dear I am the ultimate temptation,” she smirked cleverly.
You gritted your teeth angrily, having to swallow your pride and to a greater extent, your dignity.
“Think about it, Ivy. I won’t fight back this time. You can do whatever you want with me, finally do what you've always wanted,” you continued to pressure, causing her eyes to glimmer mischievously.
She cupped your chin with one hand, maintaining eye contact with you before continuing.
“I should kill you, darling, for hurting my babies. But there’s always a time for that. And besides, I have something more fitting for the likes of you,” she finally accepted, albeit reluctantly.
“So you’ll take my offer?” you implored, your voice shaky.
“You’ll take my offer, darling,” she corrected, caressing your bruised cheek with one finger.
“And what’s that?” you asked, slightly afraid.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, giving you a mischievous grin before saying:   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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