Meeting Poison Ivy in Arkham City

Selina let out a deep exhale as she knocked the last pheromone infected thug onto the ground. She turned her attention to the floral throne that sat at the centre of the vine infested room, where a green skinned woman with flowing red locks of hair stood imposingly. “Look red, I just need your help.”

The woman coldly regarded Selina with unfaltering fury “Never.”

Before Selina could argue the point, a vine tendril wrapped itself around her ankles, and yanked her off her feet, suspending her upside down. “Not again,” she muttered as she crossed her arms.

The Woman stepped menacingly toward the captive thief, a vine trailing beside her. “You’ve got some nerve Selina.”

Her name was Dr Pamela Isley, A.K.A Poison Ivy. An eco terrorist with the power to control nature itself. And the only inmate in Arkham City who could help Selina break into it’s central vault. The only problem?

“You said you would water them, you gave me your word. And like every pathetic meat sack on this planet you neglected your duty to Mother Nature and let them die!”

Yeah, Selina had forgotten to water some of Ivy’s plants. She had assumed Ivy would be annoyed but she didn’t think she’d be so angry as to set a crew of her mind controlled thugs upon her. And people wondered why Selina preferred to work alone.

“Jesus Christ! It was an accident, I’m sorry! Now can we move on and talk business?”

“No. You need to learn your lesson!” A smirk spread across Ivy’s face. “You need to reconnect with the natural ways, maybe then you’ll learn to respect your habitat.”

“What does that m- HEY WAIT!” The vine that had been following Ivy lunged for the zipper of Selina’s leather catsuit and pulled it down, freeing her breasts and exposing her stomach, reminding her that she really should find a comfortable bra one of these days. “Back off!” Selina slashed the vine with her claws, causing it to recoil away in pain, but as she tried to reach for her zipper, two more vines descended from the ceiling and restrained her arms behind her back.

Selina squirmed uselessly as Ivy tutted. “Naughty kitty.” Ivy undid the strap on Selina’s helmet, removing it to reveal her short, cropped, black hair. As Ivy tossed the helmet away, the vines holding Selina’s hands and feet began to pull her into a hog tied position. She continued to struggle, but with the zip wide open, Selina was not only putting on a display for her bare, jiggling breasts, but was unwittingly wriggling herself out of her suit.

It was only when her wrists slipped through the sleeves did Selina realise what she was doing. But before she could pull herself back up, the vines wrenched her sleeves off her arms and towards the ceiling in one swift motion, and she dangled upside down once again. With the top half of her suit removed, the vines undid the straps on Selina’s boots, and she slid out of the bottom half with ease. She flopped onto the floor with an indignant smack, and glimpsed her suit being dragged upwards into the darkness, leaving her clad only in black panties and a pendant adorned choker.