Poison Ivy

Standing in the doorway is none other than the beautiful green minx who is supposed to be locked up. You squint and cock your head to the side, but it's definitely Ivy. "How did you escape?" you ask, befuddled.

"I have my ways," she answers cryptically. "The staff at Arkham is so very helpful to a woman in need." _Note to self: Insist on Arkham staff change. _She walks over and stands in front of you. "Now I have a question for you: How are you still alive?"

"Oh you know, regular exercise, flossing every night, taking my vitamins, eating my vegetables..."

"My babies!?!" Ok poor choice of words. "Well no matter. I will find another use for you if I cannot kill you. As for your friend," she takes a few steps over and runs a hand over Huntress' cheek, "I think I can find a good use for her."

"Get your fucking hands off me, you green freak!" Huntress shouts.

"My such a dirty mouth." Ivy runs a finger over her captive's lips and Huntress responds with an attempt to bite the finger. "Ooh you're a feisty one. That's going to be fun later. But for now, just a kiss, darling." Ivy leans in and Huntress tries to squirm away, but her bindings hold her tight and she is unable to prevent Ivy's lips from locking with her own. They pull apart and Huntress tries to shake it off and spit out whatever Ivy has just planted on her. "Still have some fight in you, eh? I guess my babies will have to soften you up a little." Ivy makes a gesture toward the ground and several vines sprout up from underneath Huntress.

"Really, Ivy? Tentacles? Isn't that a little cliche?" You ask sarcastically. "What are you going to do, have them fuck her in the ass the way you like it?" Ivy's eyes go wide and she freezes in her tracks.

"How-- Who told you that?" She angrily demands.

"Uh... You did." Does she not remember?

"I most definitely did not! Who is spreading these... lies! about me?" The flush is showing through her green cheeks as she's getting all worked up and embarrassed about this. Maybe you can use this to your advantage.