After the Vreeland party ends, Ivy ensnares Bruce Wayne

The Vreeland party was winding down. During the festivities Bruce had spoken to and been felt up by all manner of women. His mind was focused on the surprise kiss he had received from one woman under the mistletoe. He couldn't quite place her but her kiss was familiar to him somehow. After Veronica gave him a quick goodnight kiss on the cheek he left her mansion. On his way to his car he spotted a vehicle that hadn't been there at the start of the party. While it wasn't uncommon for some guests to arrive fashionably late this car was plain and unmarked. Odd for a car belonging to someone that could stop by at a Vreeland party. Veronica usually only invited the wealthiest and trendiest of Gotham's socialites. There was that one time with the Penguin but...

"Oh, Mr. Wayne. May we give you a ride?"

Bruce's thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice. It was melodic and quite lovely.

"No, thanks. I have my own car."

"Oh, but we insist!"

A second voice rang out. This one slightly more casual, sounding like a Jersey accent but still quite beautiful. This thought however was cut short as Bruce's body froze.

"What the devil...?!"

Bruce, no, Batman's mind raced. As his body slowly moved toward the unmarked car he could only rage against his own body's movements in his mind. The window rolled down and Bruce was allowed to see inside. His eyes went wide with horror. Sitting on the comfortable leather were two of his loveliest and deadliest enemies, or rather Batman's enemies. Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn.

"Season's greetings Brucie! Your two favorite party girls are out for some Christmas fun!"

The door opened and Bruce was pulled into the car by the two villainous vixens. As both girls caressed his shoulders and cupped his chin they explained what had happened.

"Ivy zapped you with her special lipstick back at the party!"

"Now, we have Gotham's handsomest, wealthiest bachelor to treat us to a holiday shopping spree!"

Bruce struggled slightly, unwilling to give in so easily.

"I"ll... never let yo-Mmppph!!!"

Harley turned Bruce's head towards her and planted her lips firmly over his, invading his mouth with her tongue as she kissed him. Ivy continued to fondle the young socialite. On the car ride over to the department store, both girls took turns making out with Bruce and fondling his body. Their moans filled the car, but the tinted windows and doors prevented anyone outside the car from noticing what was going on inside. Ivy hadn't reapplied her lipstick but the glamorous girls' amorous **** was enough to keep Bruce subdued for the most part. Once they arrived at the department store Bruce could do nothing but helplessly sign away his money as his body worked under Ivy's thrall.

"... I've... got to find a way out..."

Bruce muttered to himself as the two women raced through the store buying everything they could. Eventually Bruce felt control of his body start to return. As the trio departed from the elevator Bruce decided it was time to make a stand.

"I've... had... just about enough of this!"

The girls turned to look at Bruce with malice in their eyes. Harley spoke first.

"I think the stuff is wearin' off..."

"Can't have that. Give him another shot!"

"Right-a-roonie! Gimme some sugah, baby!"

"NO! Not again...!"

Bruce backed away from the girl, toward the open, out-of-order elevator shaft.