For Nightwing To Release The Antidote In Aerosol Form

In her life, Lois Lane had seldom experienced any real tonguesmith. The men she dated, even the ones that prided themselves on their oral skills, had little patience and less skill for the task of pleasuring her pussy with their lips and tongue. Always, they ended too soon, or clipped her labia with their teeth, and Lois would feel their tongue start to flag and have to encourage them with faked moans and faker climax, only to slip into the bathroom later, bite down on a towel, and finish the job herself, properly, with a swathe of lube and her fingers.

Now...now it felt like there was no time limit. And Batgirl certainly knew what she was doing. Relentless in her **** on the reporter's cunny, alternately teasing and plunging in, drawing her pleasure out longer and longer...and as she did it to Lois, so Lois strove to pleasure Ivy. Now running her tongue from the villain's ass to her cunt and back again, heedless of the consequences, the writhing and grinding of Ivy's hips testament to her appreciation of the reporter's eagerness.

While up above, Nightwing placed the last of the aerosol distributors near the club's air vents. With a click of a button, they began to dispense the aerosolized antidote to Ivy's pheromones. It was like glitter in the air, that caught the lights in the club and reflected them in a billion shimmering droplets. Below, people laughed, clapped, sought to catch it on their tongues...

...and just like that, the biochemical bonds that Ivy used to hold sway over her "employees" dissipated. Nightwing grinned as he saw the security shake themselves and sneeze, suddenly aware. The dancers in the cages covered their breasts, all at once aghast. The music stopped as the DJ awoke from a fever-dream in the middle of his set. All over the club, people awoke, suddenly no longer driven by Ivy's urgings.

Lois Lane knew things had changed when, with a final wet slurp, Batgirl drew her tongue out of her pussy. Ivy, head thrown back, one hand on the reporter's hair, was oblivious to what happened around her, so close was she to her own orgasm.

Which is when Batgirl's fist slammed into the back of the villain's head.

Something hot and sour squirted from Ivy's pussy into the reporter's mouth, and Lois swallowed compulsively. It burned on its way down her throat, a hot line of acid that made her dizzy as it hit her stomach...and then Batgirl was there, to help Lois up. The redhead smiled, a domino mask now hid her eyes, and from the ceiling, Nightwing swooped down. Lois Lane, unsteady on her feet, watched his pert, muscular buttocks, like the ass of some Roman god carved in marble.

"Well, Miss Lane," Batgirl said. "We need to get Ivy here into police custody. After that..."