Batman-Selina/Harley/Ivy

Selina Kyle didn’t know what to make of this invitation. Deals between supervillains were common in the Gotham underworld. But this in this woman’s lair, was dangerous even for a killer like her. Here in the mansion of Poison Ivy, things could go any way.

So far things were seeming comfy. Sitting in a luxurious couch, the only person who had greeted her was some guy. A stupid look in his eyes, he wasn’t much on the eyes, no doubt that as soon as Pamela had put him under her spell that he felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Even though no doubt he wasn’t actually getting any. These days only one other person held Poison Ivy’s fancy.

Catwoman was dressed from head to toe in her skintight catsuit. Sleek and sensual on her sculpted body, laying about she was as much of a stunner as her host. But however enticing she was to the eyes, at least she was dressed. Her next visitors weren’t so modest.

In this case, the owners of this fine establishment. Pamela and Harley came out looking very fine, the latter so rambunctious and feisty in a tiny little red tank top and matching thong while the elegant mistress herself came out in a transparent green robe that shimmered and shone. The only thing more mesmerizing than that was seeing her naked shape underneath, her voluptuous breasts and her flat stomach accentuated by those curvaceous shapes, not to mention those long naked legs. Selina had only fooled around with other girls when she was a teenager just for the fun of it. Gazing at Ivy, she was starting to feel the vapors.

It wasn’t the first time the two had crossed paths. But Selina was starting to think that accepting this invitation to the queen’s castle all alone might have been a bad idea. Is this what men feel around her?

It hadn’t gone unnoticed. Giggling, Harley said, “Selina, are you going to be alright?”

She looked up at the clown. Joker was bad enough, she wasn’t going to give his former sidekick any attention either, even with that bratty smile on her face. But the way she was snickering, she knew exactly what the little bitch was getting at. Ivy in her peripheral vision, it was taking everything in her power not to look directly at the wily temptress. And coupled with that growing desire for a woman, gazing directly at the little jester in barely any clothing at all was doing it for her too.