Chapter 1: A Life Changing Call

Batwoman had been watching over the streets of Gotham one night, her cape billowing in the wind. Kate Kane was the Batman’s successor, and so alike him in many ways, from their pampered upbringing, to their dark descent as crimefighters. She was just as feared as he was. And just as determined.

Then she got a call. A man was pleading, whimpering, begging for her help. Poison Ivy had seized control of a greenhouse he owned and was using it to create mutant plants. Nothing good could come from that. She had made her way to the destination fast and looked over it from one of Gotham’s many skyscrapers.

Unbeknownst to her, that was all part of the plan. As soon as the owner of the greenhouse had turned off the call, Ivy hugged him. He looked at her. His face was dumb and his eyes were a deep green. He had simply said the words as he was ordered to. He was just as mesmerized by her now as he was then when she first came into his shop, wearing a trenchcoat. He had watched with awe as she took it off, revealing only a green top and bottom which revealed so much of her gorgeous body before him. He couldn’t tell if it was a leafy decoration or it was made out of leaves, but he wasn’t really paying attention to that, just staring right into those bottomless green eyes that seemed to glow. Her skin was pale and unblemished like the rest of her, she even still had a few freckles on her face, but there was just the slightest green tint that indicated long ago that she wasn’t quite human anymore. Even as he realized who she was, she was sauntering closer and closer until her full bloodred lips were right in front of his and then she blew her sweet hypnotic breath into his nostrils and his mouth. Then she was his and the trap had been set.

“Did I do good?” he said.

“Yes my lovely, you did wonderful!” She looked around as all the plants had been mutated into monstrous creations with so many vines, the flower petals opening up to reveal mouths. None of that registered to the owner, he was just captivated by her and starstruck by her words. There was a growing hardness in his pants. She held him close like she really did love him, cupping his face and hooking a leg around him. They couldn’t be more different, he was middle-aged and balding while she was a goddess with a perfect figure that men would lust for and women would envy in dark jealousy. “When our esteemed guest arrives, do be a dear and welcome her inside.”

She slowly brushed her lips on his, not nearly enough for the toxins to spread into his system but more than enough to tempt and tantalize him. Her hot breath on his skin and such close contact made him feel like a little boy with his first crush. She sighed sweetly. “And I will be sure to reward you as a new member of my kingdom.”

He chirped up like a little boy. “Yes Miss Isley!”

Batwoman was on the roof of the greenhouse. She had seen the monstrous plants from the moonlight shining above and had no doubt as to their nature. If they saw her, her cover would be ruined. She had carefully scouted the area, eventually finding what looked to be a blindspot. Taking out a razor sharp cutting knife, she cut into a section of the glassy roof and put it aside. Then just as carefully as she had started, she lowered herself inside.

She lowered herself down from a rope and landed on a small perch. None of the other plants seemed to have noticed her. She had come prepared with a flamethrower if things had to go that way, but she hoped to take out Ivy and return his plants to normal.

But still, nothing happened. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had dealt with worse but it was always good to have things go her way. She count on one hand the amount of times that things had gone swimmingly with no trouble.

That wouldn’t last. The owner approached her. “Miss Batwoman,” he said. “I’m so thankful you came,” he said in a huff.

“No problem,” she said. “I need you to leave right now. You’ll only get in the way. Let me get you out of here.”

“But I was able to escape her. I know the way you can find her with no trouble.”

“Your life is in danger,” she hissed.

“Please, just let me help you...”

The plants around them were stirring a little bit. They still seemed unaware of her presence, but she realized that if she took the trouble to get him out of there on her rope, they might catch onto her. If that happened in that position, she would be in more danger than on foot. She counted herself lucky she landed in here without them sniffing her out.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

At first he was true to his word, taking her through a small narrow path that was well away from the rest of the corrupted flora. It was quiet and still, and they seemed in the clear. Then he took her through a much wider path. She still followed him without complaint.

Then he turned to look back at her. She looked back into his eyes, they seemed cloudy and vacant. Without turning around, he walked backwards, still looking at her. Her danger sense was tingling and she balled her hands into fists.

“Well done!” came the loud voice of Poison Ivy. The villainess stepped out of the shadows and next to the owner of the greenhouse. Batwoman felt a heat growing in her body already. Poison Ivy was beautiful and everyone knew who saw her knew it. But all heroes made sure to be on their guard around her natural charms.

It was another thing for someone like Kate who was a lesbian. Growing up in the confines of luxury and privilege, she had to struggle a long time before she accepted her sexuality. Even after she embraced it, she still faced ostracism. These days, it was no longer the stigma it once was. But she still felt like an outsider.

She knew she had much to fear about Ivy beyond physical danger. But the temptation that the redheaded beauty offered seemed too sweet to resist. She would resolve to not let herself fall victim to her charms. And at the same time she wanted to submit.

“I think it’s time for your reward.” She looked at him, and he had turned to face her. Cradling his face as if she really did love, she planted a smacker right on his lips. His dick leapt to full attention in his pants. From her full lips, something like a green viral strain spread onto his face, but he made no attempt to escape her, only holding onto her even more.

“No!” Batwoman said. She rushed at them, but just as fast, she tripped on her own feet. She made to rise, but somehow, she couldn’t. Her feet weren’t cooperating. Looking up, she could only see the owner and Ivy sucking face hard, the sounds of their mouths slurping on each other louder than anything else. As much as Kate hated it, she was getting wet just watching it. That same part she hated wanted to be part of it.

Then she let him go and he dropped right on the floor. His eyes were listless, he was shaking all over, and Batwoman couldn’t be sure if he was in the process of dying. But he was smiling and he was making a giddy sort of laughter.

“Such a good boy deserved that one,” Ivy said. “You led her right to me.” She licked her lips in that way that harlots often do which gave her onlookers the underside of her tongue as she did so.

“I think you got that one backwards,” Batwoman said. She stood up just in time.

“Look around you little bat.”

Batwoman didn’t turn her head. But she realized there were plants all around them. Carefully camouflaged with the rest of the scenery, they were looking right at her. It wasn’t long before she realized she was totally surrounded. No wonder she tripped so easily, these things had planned it.

“You know how vicious I am,” Batwoman said. “I’m not nice like Batman.” She brought out her flamethrower from behind her back. “You wouldn’t want me to toast your beauties, would you?” It was a bluff, she only intended to use this thing as a last resort. In her current position, it would cause an inferno that would trap her as much as she intended to use it to save her.

Ivy cocked an eyebrow with her smile undisturbed, and put her hands on her hips. “Just try it.”

The plants stirred to life. She barely dodged one of them whipping their vines at her feet, leaping away from where it would have struck her and knocked her flat on her ass just in time. She skillfully backflipped away until she was a good distance from that scene. Even in the heat of that moment, she had calculated where she was going, and made sure one of the green fiends wasn’t right behind her.

However there was another type of green monster waiting behind her. Batwoman didn’t notice it at first but she felt at ease, without worry. At first she attributed it to getting away from danger in the nick of time, but then she realized she was feeling too good. She didn’t know what to make of it, and then she realized she didn’t know where Ivy actually was.

Too late, she felt two arms lovingly reach around her and a pair of incredibly soft lips brush on her cheek. She already knew who it was. A pleasant warmth burned inside her, but she ignored it. She moved to break free.

But not before the owner of those lips turn her face so they were looking into each other’s eyes and kiss her directly on the lips. For several sweet moments, Batwoman closed her eyes, melting into it, her heart blooming in her chest and a hot wetness she hadn’t felt since she first discovered herself as a lesbian stir in her pussy. Then she quickly pulled back, shoving Ivy away. She was stumbling, glaring right at the villainess. She roughly rubbed her mouth with the back of her hands and then threw a swing at her nemesis. There was only one problem.

Her body felt like it was drunk. She could still see clearly, could still see hear everything normally. But no matter how much she willed it, she couldn’t move quite like she wanted to. It felt as if her body was betraying her.

She knew it was because of that kiss. She could feel something growing on her face and knew if she saw herself in a mirror that she would see that same strain spreading across her face. But she wouldn’t pay heed to that. She had to defeat this woman.

Behind her, the plants were going wild. Several of them snapped their whip like appendages at her. By some force of sheer willpower, she backed up, dodging each of them. But it didn’t feel like it was her own strength that guided her. Instead she felt like it was sheer luck, a life affirming accomplishment, as opposed to second nature. Making things worse was that as she was dodging, she had dropped her flamethrower.

Then when she last expected it, one of them got her, wrapping a vine around one of her ankles. She tried to kick it off and then two others got each of her arms. She struggled against them as much as possible, but they didn’t budge an inch. All the while, Poison Ivy slowly strode on over to her.

“Looks like you’re in a bit of bind little bat,” Ivy said.

“Shut up!” Her voice sounded slurred and weak, not the voice of a legendary vigilante and not someone in danger, more like a weak little girl playing hard to get, and she knew it. And she knew why, and she hated it. But she wouldn’t for long.

“I think it’s time we picked up where we left off,” Ivy said, rubbing her lips together. That sexy look was making Batwoman weak in the knees and she couldn’t take her eyes off her. “And this time I won’t take any chance of you escaping.” She reached around Batwoman’s neck so they were face to face. Her heart was racing at another lovely encounter with this sultry woman, right here, right now. But Ivy stepped it up a notch, unclipping her cape from her suit and wrapping it around the both of them then clipping it back up so they were bound up together. Even clothed in her batsuit, the feeling of Ivy’s exposed skin against her was electrifying. The villainess looked in the direction of the plants and they released Batwoman at once. “Now we can have each other in true intimacy,” she whispered.