Waking up from the dream...

Slowly opening his eyes and gripping the sheets under him, Bruce woke up find himself in the spare bedroom. The sun was shining through the balcony windows over his face, finally waking him from his dream, vision, he still didn’t know what to call it. It was only when he became more aware that he realised a delicate pair of hands pressed against his chest, and a warm tightness gripped at his erection. Straddling his waist and rocking back and forth, Poison Ivy rode out the man’s morning erection, her eyes fluttering and lip trembling as she rapidly reached a crescendo to her ministrations. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders and framed her face and heaving breasts while she ground against him, her fingers kneading his chest muscles just as she reared up and silently cried out her release. Bruce found himself going rigid with her, instinctively cupping the heft of her large breasts with both hands while he too reached his limit and fired a torrent of seed into her. Panting and wiping sweat from her forehead, Pamela Isley swooned and delicately gripped at one of his hands, bringing it to her lips to kiss and affectionately lick at his fingers. Her sweat slick olive-green skin shone in the morning light, her emerald eyes fluttering from post coitus while rubbing the back of his hand against her cheek. “Mmm… Morning love, sleep well?”

Before letting him answer, Poison Ivy playfully pressed her breasts against his chin and mouth, keeping him from saying a word and giggling when he muffled out a cry of protest with his face buried in her cleavage. When she raised herself to let him answer, she smirked and did the same thing again when he tried to speak. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they’ve grown… What do you think?” Bruce was about to answer but when he noticed her thrust her chest out to provoke another attempt to smother him like before, Bruce kept his mouth shut. Pouting at his lack of response, the green skinned beauty draped herself over him and kissed his lips and chin, delicately guiding his hands to her thighs and rear.

“Hey, quit hoggin!” Moaned another voice, one Bruce found familiar. “Save some for me.” Rolling over to bump shoulder to shoulder with Ivy, Harley Quinn smiled down at Bruce before her attention went to the pouting features of Ivy staring back at her. The two women nuzzled noses, pecking each other with kisses while Harley slowly guided Ivy to sit up, making out on top of Bruce. “Come on Pam, we had a deal remember? We’d share’em.”

Slowly, Ivy relented and separated herself from Bruce, taking up his side to nuzzled at his shoulder and kiss his lips while Harley took her place, straddling the man and gripping his still hard erection in her hand. Once he felt her sink down on his length, Bruce winced and gasped, with Ivy taking advantage of that to kiss his mouth fully. Distracted by the attention and Harley riding him, he felt the alabaster skinned woman grab his free hand and press it against the slope of her left breast. Feeling the heft of her chest, Batman realised the woman had become larger somewhat. Getting a better look in between affectionate kisses from Ivy, Bruce found that both women looked more athletic than he remembered. Neither women showed an ounce of fat on their lithe and curvaceous bodies, and if anything, their curves seemed more accentuated. Sitting up when Harley became more excitable on top of him, the woman laughed wrapping her legs around him now that she was essentially sitting in his lap. “T-that’s right mistah B… Give your pet doggy a treeaaaaagh…” Crying out loud and arching her back, the two reached their limit before collapsing hard into the pillow of the bed.

Spent yet still having energy to move, Bruce sat up from the bed, catching his breath while both women pressed up behind him, kissing his back and shoulders. “What’s got you in a bind Mistah B?” Even though he felt Harley rest her chin over his shoulder, Bruce found himself distracted by other things. He remembered… He had just completed work to make his home safe from vampires when he caught sight of the half moon. Then waking up in bed having sex with Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. He changed again, that was the only explanation, but why on the half moon? Would he change again during a full moon? Would these changes happen more frequently?

“You’re a werewolf aren’t you Dr. Quinzel.” Not so much as a question then a statement, Bruce turned his head to look at the woman who merely shrugged her shoulders. “Well… They SAY I used to be a bitch once a month during the day, now I’m a REAL bitch once a month at night too.” She winked, sticking her tongue out at the man.

“Werewolf? What the hell are you talking about Harley?”

“What she means is I bit her 3 months ago, and she became a werewolf, and I’m not sure if I bit you or if she did, but… So are you too.”

Looking confused at both Harley and Bruce Wayne, Poison Ivy shook her head, trying hard to remember the last few hours and getting nothing. She couldn’t remember what day it was or what she had done the previous night, but she did remember one thing. “I… You turned into a giant wolf.” She accused, pointing at a smirking Harley who had wrapped her arms around Bruce from behind. “You transformed into a giant wolf when there was a full moon, and then you…” Glaring back at her friend, she made to slap Harley before Bruce caught her hand and pulled her close to keep from struggling. “Let me go!”

“You’re a werewolf now, Ms. Isley, we all are.” Slowly stopping her struggles and pressing her back into Bruce’s chest with a furious whimper, Bruce’s grip remained firm but held no desire to cause her harm. “I can’t remember what we did last night, only bits and pieces, but I need you to remember one thing, who did you bite?”

“What?”

“HOW MANY PEOPLE DID YOU BITE!”

Widening her eyes, Ivey stopped her struggling when she looked into the man’s stern face, something about that glare looked familiar… Frightening, but try as she might, she couldn’t remember anything of last night, or the other night she changed. It scared her now.

“Pff, if your wondering if she turned anybody last night then, NOPE!” Harley chuckled, waving her hand nonchalantly. “We DID bite those campers outside of Arkham the last time… Then those biker guys, then that cop that emptied his gun on ya, remember that Red?”

Blinking back at the alabaster skinned woman, Bruce immediately let Ivy go and grabbed Harley by the shoulders. “How many did you turn Harley, ANSWER ME!”

Giving the man a dirty look, Harley pouted. “Geez, you sound just like the Bat, what does it matter who got bit, you killed almost all of them anyways after they tried to eat some jogger in the park.” Letting her go, Bruce wiped his hand through his hair, his mind hard at work trying to process what Harley said. He killed people, again. Granted they were going to kill someone, but even as they were, they were still innocent. Completely distracted in his thoughts, he almost didn’t hear Poison Ivy leave the bed and look around, finding herself preoccupied with the garlands of garlic hanging from the windows. “Uhm… Why are these here?”

“Because werewolves are the least of our problems in this city…”