Batman emerges from the cocoon... unfortunately.

I dunno. Thought it might be funny.

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Ivy sensed when the process was complete, able to detect the presence of her own pheromones in enough supply to determine that Batman was ready. Smiling again, she made the flower over his face retract and allowed the pod to open at the top.

Batman slowly fell **** to the ground, propped up by the rim of the cocoon as it sank back into the ground from where it had risen. Once it was gone completely, he lay flat on his face, groaning softly. The process had deprived him of oxygen for a short moment at the start: not long enough to cause damage to the brain, but long enough to make sure that he would continue to breath in whatever she gave him without pause. Ivy expected him to recover soon.

Sure enough, he became to groan a little louder, a sign that he was waking up from his life-changing slumber. Ivy moved around to stand near his head, looking down at his pink-stained black cape and cowl. Goddess, he looked so good when he was beaten.

After a few seconds, his arms twisted slightly, preparing to lift him back to his feet. Batman rolled back onto all fours, head bent without seeing her. Regarding him, Ivy took an extra step back, putting just a few feet between them. She felt confident that her plan had worked, but she’d been wrong before.

When Batman finally rose to his feet, he still appeared dizzied. It took him a few moments before he both found and registered Ivy standing in front of him. Once he did, his jaw split into a massive grin, eyes narrowing down almost to a line. It was the most unlike-Batman thing Batman ever did, so she relaxed and decided that he

"Now, Batman," Poison Ivy addressed, her eyes widening in anticipation. "It's finally time. Take off your mask!"

His head cocked to the side an inch or two, as if not understanding. Then, as quickly as it had come, his expression of befuddlement evaporated and was replaced by a look of prideful comprehension. "Oh," he said slowly, still sounding like the jock. "Whatever you say, Ivy."

Instead of reaching up to take off his cowl, however, Batman reached down to his waist and his clipped his belt. He dropped it carelessly, letting it fall to the ground with a thump. Again, something very un-Batman-like, so this couldn’t be some ploy. Had something gone wrong?

"No, Batman," Ivy tried. "Your mask." She pointed at it. "Take that off."

"Don’t worry," Batman soothed in a slurred voice. "I’ve got it." He reached down to his pants and pulled them down.

Ivy gaped. It wasn’t what she had meant by "mask," but it had to be explicit, undeniable proof that Batman was hers to own. It also appeared to be explicit, undeniable proof that the spores she had used to beat him hasn’t worn off at this point. Annoying, but she could take other measures to get through the next few minutes.

What she saw was an erect, slightly sweaty penis standing at a fairly reasonable length from his waist. It was impressive, but not quite as impressive as she had been expecting. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Batman's pants and underwear was still wrapped around his ankles.

"Come here, you," he called, waddling forward. His erection shamelessly flopped up and down as his thighs brushed against it with each leg motion. Yes, it was definitely the waddling.

"Not right now, love," Ivy calmed, summoning some of the vines she had used earlier.

They quickly coiled themselves around the slow-moving target, not finding much resistance from his sloppy, unfocused movements. Batman seemed confused when he finally realized that he wasn’t getting any closer to her. When he looked down and saw the vines restraining him, he didn’t look totally comprehensive of what had happened. Ivy couldn’t read his mind, but she imagined that he might have been thinking that the vines and his lack of freedom where unrelated and that the former was just a new fashion choice.

This better not be permanent, Ivy thought. What a shame it would be, to have spent years trying to get beat Batman, only to beat him so badly that he couldn’t ever even understand how she had done it.

Soon, he became totally bound, his movements doing little other than wobbling his cock at his waist. He tried a vain thrust forward, trying to push it forward at her... despite her being five feet away from him. Then he tried waffling again.

Very little could have taken her out of the mood. This stupid shit was doing it real fast.

Now feeling like it was a chore, Ivy stepped toward him, Batman looking more and more relieved as she drew closer. "Let’s take off that mask," she decided, reaching up and digging her thumbs under the fabric of his cowl at his collar.

The mask came off slowly, not helped by Batman's twitching as he tried to either nuzzle into her or kiss her. Underneath the famed cowl, she found a man with tanned skin that still had some faded pink on his cheeks and lips. His eyes were practically lines with how his goofy grin and narrowed lids matched together. Even so, Ivy felt like she could identify who he was based on the rest of his face.

"Bruce Wayne?" Ivy breathed, pitch closing higher than what it had opened. Could it really be?

"Aw, you found out my secret identity," Bat- Bruce Wayne flirted in his drunk voice. Then he paused. "And you found out who I am, too!"

"Are you- is this some kind of joke?" Ivy narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Because it’s not at all funny."

He looked hurt. "I thought it was."

"A joke?" she demanded.

"Funny."

A sudden, terrible thought occurred to her. What if Bruce Wayne had known she would be here, put on an expensive costume and just let himself be captured? His exploits were practically legendary in Gotham; it made some sense that he’d try to score with the city's most infamous temptress, in a crazy sort of way. The thought worried her with how plausible it seemed. How flawlessly she had been able to execute her plan, how easily this man had just rolled over after every other scheme she had tried... it all made her pause to consider the possibility. There was no way this blithering idiot was Batman, right?

"Ivy, it’s been so long," Bruce complained, going on in another stupid, slurred joke, "and so hard for me all this time. But it can be long and hard for you, too, Ivy."

"Okay, go to sleep," she ordered, bring her open palm up to her lips. She blew into it, launching some red dust into Bruce's face.

Flopping like a dead fish, his head ducked forward, tongue leaping out of his own mouth. He comically fell into a slumber, snoring loudly as he did. Ivy hoped that this was in fact the real Batman, but she doubted she could ever banish the memory of how pathetically stupid he looked now if he was.

Hopefully, the spores would wear off in a few hours and she could try again.