...has stopped? Harley and Ivy are on the speaker!?

Aaron opened his mouth but trailed off after hearing a creaking sound. A loud, stretched out screech that immediately snapped them into a state of panic. They were in an elevator and DANGER, DANGER, DANGER rang through their minds.

The room lurched back and forth, and Aaron nearly toppled over Iman. The elevator kept shaking and moving till it suddenly stopped.

The surrounding metal screamed, then stilled.

Iman swallowed thickly and stood up. "Are you alright?" she asked, turning to Aaron. Pressed to the elevator wall and holding his breath, Aaron nodded. He wasn't afraid, moreso alarmed.

"Did the elevator break, I wonder?" Iman muttered to herself. Aaron rose to his feet and looked around.

"I don't think so," Aaron said. "I've seen the schematics on these elevators. It's state of the art stuff. I suspect–"

From the elevator ceiling, sparkles of pink rained down. The orbs of light were small and gradual and held no weight as they landed on Aaron's skin.

"What is this?" Iman asked. Her eyes widened as she came to a most harrowing conclusion. "Are these…no, it can't be…"

The fear was plain to see. Iman, who once worked for the government, who was potentially involved with Batman, was deathly afraid. Aaron's brain churned.

"Poison Ivy," Aaron deduced. It was on the news. Pink sparkles meant an aphrodisiac specifically secreted by the biochemist supervillain.

The elevator crackled and a voice came to life.

"Heyyyyy, Wayne Techies! It's Harley Quinn, your favourite eco-friendly villain, togethuh wit' my beautiful girlfriend, Poison Ivy!"

The speakers boomed and laughter echoed from everywhere. Uncontrollable, iconic, and singsongy.

'No way. Is this really happening?'

He felt a swirling sensation in the pit of his stomach.

"Nobody will get hurt, ladies and gentlemen, as long as you keep your hands down," announced a new voice. It was a sharp contrast to Harley's Brooklyn accent, firm and a tinge seductive. "My babies don't bite. Not unless you want them to~"

The speakers crackled and Harley returned. "Now dat that's settled, I hope you all have fun fuckin' each other! I know I will! Cheers!"

Alarm bells were ringing through Aaron's mind. The aphrodisiac was strong. He could feel his pants tightening. His ears and cheeks were turning red.

"Iman–" Aaron cried out before getting toppled to the floor. The aforementioned woman was on top of him, kissing him, and stripping herself of her clothing. Her blazer, her shirt–she rid herself of her dignity like a maniac.

"It's so hot," Iman whimpered, panting. "So damn hot. I can't–" She delved for another kiss and Aaron could do nothing except meet it. Her knee was placed between his legs and her hands grabbed his cheeks forcibly. There was no escape.

She pulled back to gasp for her breath, then went for another taste of his lips.

"You're so good," Iman exclaimed, delirious. "You make me–ugh! I feel so hot!"

Sitting on top of him and left in her black panties and bra, she started playing with herself. She unclipped her bra and tossed it to the side, unveiling her tawny breasts and nipples. Her fingers pinched and flicked her sensitive tits and he could feel her panties dampen.

'Fuck.' Aaron could feel himself getting hard, his lump poking Iman's rear. The Middle Eastern woman didn't seem to care, her green pupils glowing with a pink tint.

"We need to get rid of this heat," Iman said, somehow managing to hold onto her sanity. But it was slipping.

"It's the glitter, it's–"

"No! Yes! N-no! In the name of…!" Iman cut him off by cursing in Farsi. "Fuck, just…fuck me!"

She started unbuckling his pants, shoving her hands down his pants and boxers, and before he knew it his semi-erect cock flopped out. As soon as it did, the atmosphere grew hotter. The iris of her pupils became heart-shaped.

"Oh~! Oh my god…!"

The glitters of love were too strong and Aaron...