Bane and Ivy decide what to do with her.

“Batgirl?” Poison Ivy said, a look of satisfied surprise on her green face. It may have been the pheremones she could secrete, but Barbara thought she looked unusually sexy tonight. She had a certain glow about her. Barbara wondered if she had been bumping uglies with one of Gotham's most feared criminals. Surprisingly, it wasn't such a disgusting thought, even if she had always assumed Ivy wasn't “that kind of girl”.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” the botanical villainess remarked. “Did the Bat send you to spy on us?”

“I'm a little surprised to see you here too, Ivy,” Batgirl responded. “You're dating Bane? I think he's a downgrade from Harley personally.” She smirked, using humour to attempt to put herself at ease.

With any luck, Bruce would come crashing through a window, take out these villains and untie her. The situation was so bad, she'd almost be happy to hear the lecture he'd undoubtedly give her if she got through this.

Since her rescue was not forthcoming, however, Barbara was instead at the whim of two of Gotham's deadliest supervillains.

“Laugh all you want, Batgirl, but Bane and I have an attraction, chemistry and shared interests; like finishing off the Bat,” Ivy explained. “The real Bat, I mean, not a silly little girl in Halloween tights.”

That would've stung a little less if Halloween tights hadn't been Barbara's actual costume all of three months ago. As it stood, she wished her hands were free, so she could punch Ivy in her ruby-red, kissable mouth.

“Got any ideas for her, mi rosa?” Bane asked, looking over at the ecoterrorist.

“My cup runneth over, love,” Ivy smiled. “I could pump her full of a new truth serum my babies are producing, see what she really knows about Batman, I could give her an overdose of pheromones, and send her out to your hombres, or...” As Ivy continued, her hand found the sizeable bulge in Bane's pants, and began to stroke it. “...We could have a little fun with her.”

“Failing that, my babies are always in need of food, and they do so long to try bat...,” Ivy suggested darkly.

“There's one thing we can do in the meantime,” Bane said. Reaching down with one of his massive hands, he grabbed Barbara's cowl, powerful fingers closing around the left ear, and ripped it from her head.

Batgirl's restrained hands went up instinctively, trying to block her face, but it was no use, Bane and Ivy saw her face. She gasped as her identity was quickly and unceremoniously compromised. Every time she had been captured, and every time Bruce had been, the villain in question had always deigned to leave them masked. To have Bane unmask her so casually was disturbing, unnerving and even a little exciting.

“Whoever she is, she's cute!” Ivy remarked, her green fingers exploring Batgirl's exposed face. “Has he fucked you yet, sweetie?”

Batgirl chose not to respond, though the blushing in her cheeks may as well have done it for her.

“Nevermind,” Ivy said, bringing her seductress' lips close to Barbara's ear. “I'll find out soon enough.”

“C'mon, Bane, make up your mind.” She said, smiling up at her masked partner. If Bane liked redheads, he was in for a treat.