Felicia meets the Gotham City Sirens -- Prologue

"Mmmmmhhhh... damn, Harls... someone's motivated..."

Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy writhed and moaned as she felt Harley's tongue snake around her pussy, the blonde's usual high level of enthusiasm clearly on display. Oftentimes, when Harley woke up Ivy in this fashion, there was usually some sort of reason for it; somehow, she'd screwed something up or gotten in over her head again in her typical earnest fashion and was preemptively apologizing -- of course, oftentimes Harley just liked to wake up her girlfriend in the most fun way she knew how. Ivy figured it was usually 75% pleasure, and 25% Harley making up for some oddball adventure the couple were about to find themselves swept up in.

Whatever the case was at this point, it was the furthest thing from Ivy's mind at the moment. Harley knew her body and how to please her so well that even Harley had done something stupid, she rarely could stay mad at her for whatever it was she'd done -- and, Ivy had to be honest with herself, it was all part of Harley's undeniable charm. Ivy's orgasm fast approached, and before long, her juices were gushing over her girlfriend's face; it was something Harley never tired of doing, especially since Ivy tasted so damn good. Maybe was the whole plant thing? Truthfully, Harley didn't really care enough to ask.

"Mornin' Red," Harley cooed as she crawled up and lay on top of Ivy, kissing her seductively and running a hand over her breasts. "Ya know, you looked so peaceful sleeping last night when I got in. Ya musta had a pretty good night's rest, so I figured you wouldn't mind a wake up call."

"Not at all," Ivy smiled back, raising a curious eyebrow. "But I get the feeling that wake up call was for a reason."

Harley blushed slightly, giving her girlfriend a mischievous grin. "How'd you know...? Wait, can you tell if I've screwed up by how I eat your pussy?!"

"Heh. When you do it as many times as we have, yeah, I think you pick up on a few things," Ivy explained. "Not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy it. So... what'd you do?"

"OK. Promise you won't get mad--" Harley began as Ivy rolled her eyes, "--But I miiiiiiiight have proved a nasty blood feud between The Riddler and Two-Face."

Ivy let out an exasperated sigh. "You can't help yourself, can you? You have to push their buttons."

"It's not my fault!" Harley protested. "All I said was that Eddie's newest **** trap was a stupid, convoluted mess! Harvey agreed with me, and then they started arguing! This is NOT on me!"

Ivy chuckled softly. "I keep telling you, they're idiots. Keep prodding them and things like this happen... I know you know that."

"Hey, you can't blame me for Harvey or Eddie's tempers... I refuse to accept the blame for this!" Harley said defensively, albeit in a playful tone.

"Come on, Harl. You can't fool me. I know you enjoy it," Ivy replied, amused.

Harley sighed in defeat. "Yeah, you're right. It's just... it's really, really funny. And they bite every time. Every. Single. Time."

"You're lucky I'm here to clean up your messes, you know," Ivy answered, sitting up. "Best that we get on this before it gets too crazy... we should call Selina, see if she can help. Speaking of Selina, I hear she's got a new girl herself..."

"Yeah, that other crazy cat lady thief from New York. Sounds like those two were made for each other... Apparently the rich folks in town have been missing a lot more stuff since they hooked up," Harley pointed out. "And they are *not* happy about it. I've heard a lot about this 'Black Cat'. She sounds like fun!"

"Guess we'll find out soon enough," Ivy answered, reaching for her phone. "I can't wait to see where *this* goes..."