End: Bring Harley & Ivy Closer Together

"Alright, sluts," Lois Lane said, her eyes filled with madness. "I'm going to treat you like Pornhub treats stepmothers!"

In other situations, it would have been comical. One mad reporter versus two **** villains. Except Harley Quinn was hurt, and Poison Ivy was incapacitated. Neither had the will to resist the reporter as she grabbed the vines and **** her victims into position. On their knees, facing away from each other. Harley's bat, drenched in lube and free of any projecting spiky bits, positioned with the wide head at Harley's asshole, and the rounded grip at Ivy's.

Lois Lane had done knotwork workshops with the Coast Guard and merchant marine. Had interviewed Japanese shibari masters and attended panels on advanced rope bondage for BDSM enthusiasts. Done historical research into escapologists like Houdini, and spoken with living magicians who made getting tied up a part of their routine. As someone with a history of getting tied up herself, Lois Lane's interest in ropework and bondage was purely practical—but from time to time, like now, it paid unexpected dividends.

With the pull of a single rope, set high overhead, the impromptu harnesses that Lois wrapped around the two villains grew closer together. One long, slow tug, and the two women moaned as the different ends of the bat pressed against their tiny puckered assholes. Lois Lane, in the grip of her madness, grinned maliciously. She could feel the resistance. Their bodies strained against the impalement. Yet Lois had the mechanical advantage, she had...

A hand came to rest on the reporter's shoulder.

"Enough."

Deep. Gravely. It sent a shiver down the reporter's spine. She turned and for a moment she saw the dark outline of Batman's cowl...and then felt the mist as the antidote to Ivy's toxins was sprayed into her face. The reporter's eyes fluttered, she swooned, and collapsed into the Caped Crusader's arms.

"G-gee Bats. Th-thanks!" Harley managed. "You r-really saved our asses!"

"Literally," Ivy managed to mumble.

Batman's eyes narrowed.

"I know what you two have been up to. Lois and I were both searching for the women who went missing. The ones Ivy has been using as experimental subjects for her new mind control mix. Lois found you first—but I found your victims," he said.

Four women stepped from the shadows. Gaunt, dirty, with haunted eyes. Batman stepped aside as they took hold of the rope, and Harley and Ivy's eyes widened with fear.

Lois Lane's ropework had been done well. One smooth pull was all it took. The shrill screams of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy arched together as their sphincters were **** apart, stretched wide over the lube-slicked wood. Their victims grinned savagely as, inch by inch, they tugged, and **** those once-pert assholes wider and wider. Until the buttocks of the two women touched.

"I've alerted the police. They'll be here eventually," Batman said.

When Lois Lane awoke, it would be in the hospital, with the other victims. The Caped Crusader was long gone, but Clark Kent was there, with her smartphone and wallet, and helped him get interviews with the other women. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter did get her story in the end...and, with a grim smile, she realized that Harley and Ivy had gotten it in the end as well.