Jason Todd

Written in Collaboration with NamiChwan57

“Haw haw haw! Lil birdie isn’t as grown up as he thought he was!”

Fucking Harley. Part of the damn reason I was killed and she has the gall to taunt me when she and her powered friends gang up on me?

“Fly back home Jason. Or better yet, get out of town. Bruce doesn’t want to see you in Gotham anymore.”

Selina can fuck off too. Thinks she can play that damned idiot like a fiddle while getting to still be a criminal in Gotham. He’s a blind fool for not realising how much she uses him.

“Girls, play nice. I already crushed his puny guns. He can do nothing to stop the power of the green.”

Ah yeah. Queen bitch of bitch mountain. Poison Ivy and her plant powers. I brought incendiary rounds for her but Selina had the drop on me. I had armour to combat her, but Harley got the drop on that as well. These damned girls in their skin tight outfits all running about every night, committing crimes yet getting away from Batdick cause he’s always conveniently ‘busy’.

Well at least the memory of them’s pretty good to jerk off to.

It’s been a rough night. Ivy left me hanging upside down for 2 hours. Yet also sprayed me with pheromones so I was having blood in my head while it wanted to go to my dick… not fucking fun let me tell you.

So I do the easiest thing I can to relax: pound my meat while watching porn of the girls who beat me. It was petty, perverted, but fuck em. They’re criminals.

I let myself drop onto the couch that sat in the centre of my apartment. I was still in my gear with my helmet sat on the table in front of the couch. I couldn’t be bothered changing.

I let my head rest on the armrest of the red couch as I lay down and fished my dick from my pants. I was half hard already and a few pumps brought the thing to life making me rock hard. Ivy’s pheromones hadn’t left my system yet, I’d experienced them before. To be honest they were pretty fun to have been exposed to if you had a partner to go at it with while they’re in you. The things made you cum quick, often and a lot, sensitive as fuck and able to go at it for ages.

She could have made a killing going straight and selling them as viagra. But nooo, eco terroism was the only place the green skinned, thick assed, blowjob lipp- “~Fuck.” I groaned, feeling that extra bit of heat in my balls when something was truly hot in my mind. Imagining Ivy down on her knees and using those mind controlling lips to guzzle my fat load was definitely hot enough.

What I wouldn’t do for a chance to really show those three what they were worth. How cheap a thrill criminal scum could be to my quest.

Ivy suckin my dick. Harley lathering my balls. Selina kissing my asshole. The perfect place for those sirens’ mouths to be.

This wasn’t going to be a long wank by any means. The frustration was deep enough that I’d need to cum at least a few more times after this one.

But I know the perfect place to aim my first load. That goddamn tree.

Some context. Ivy liked to go around Gotham growing trees. I know, shocking, but it was a simple crime that no one cared to stop. She liked to grow them ever so slowly, through people’s windows and under cars. Just whenever she was in town and out of Arkham. When Batman wasn’t gonna come in and grab her, but enough to fuck with people’s livelihoods. There was even a whole insurance thing when buying a house in Gotham about her plants. But then there was insurance packages for every villain, my apartment’s cleared for any Calendar Man and Condiment King attacks. (I’m broke, fuck off.)

Anyway, point is, I thought I’d cum on the tree sprouting through my window. I’ve already had to cut this thing like 200 times since moving in, so maybe ‘watering it’ was the way to go. At least now I can get a minor **** on the plant whore, imagining it is her or some shit.

I pulled myself to my feet and slowly walked over to the tree, still stroking myself slowly. Once I got close enough a glared. (Yep, glared at a tree) And picked up my pace, finally blowing my load across the branch. I stayed hard. Of course I did, aphrodisiac spores fon’t clear that easy. I was still covered in dirt and cuts. “May as well take a shower” I muttered as I walked to the bathroom. As I walked away, my huge hard on seeming to scream at me for some relief I couldn’t help but say. “Poison Ivy should go fuck herself.”

Jason Todd knew he was special. He’d come back from the dead after all, that much was obvious. But he didn’t know how special he was.

The Lazarus Pit grants many abilities to those that revive inside it. The obvious, resurrection, the basic, strength and power, and sometimes the random boon, like it had granted Jason.

With its connection to the collective **** in order to pluck souls from the land of the dead, the Lazarus Pit had roots deep into many humans. The blending of life and ****, the strength of will to overcome its waters… all this to say that Jason Todd’s cum could create a psychic link with others. Which he could use to mentally control others with, especially those who had previous interactions with the pit..

Now why did this matter? Wasn’t he just jizzing on a tree? He was, but the fact of the matter is that the tree was far from a normal specimen. The tree was created through the works of Poison Ivy, it’s growth influenced by her. It had a connection with her since she helped it grow. Essentially, the tree was a part of her.

Jason Todd basically just came on Poison Ivy’s mind.

“Good heist girls!” Harley chirped, bouncing around the three’s shared apartment. “Those big pollutin’ companies never know what him ‘em!”

“As long as they’re foolish enough to keep their jewels on site… I could care less about what they’re doing.” Selina mewled while stretching out her lithe body. “So agreed, good heist. The only hero trouble was that one ex-Robin.”

Harley slapped her forehead in realisation. “Oh shoot! I totally forgot we actually fought him!” She shook her head at the fond memory. “He reallllly didn’t have a lot going for ‘im, did he Ives?”

Ivy wasn’t feeling right. She… she really wasn’t feeling right.

“Ivy?” Harley asked again, looking concerned at how red the green woman was. “You doing good? I woulda thought you’d be all over this victory.”

The touch of the clown woman was enough to throw Ivy out of the weird thoughts going through her right now. “I’m f-fine Harls. I think using my powers that much threw me off is all. I’m going to my room to recharge a bit, k?”

Before either of the two super women could double check on their green friend she vanished up the hall.

“Hm, what could be bothering her?” asked Selina, stroking two of her several cats in contemplation.

“Aw, Ives is fi~ne. I think she doesn’t like the night raids cause she can’t get the… uh, photosynthesis she needs!” Harley brushed off. Happily respecting Ivy’s boundaries and bouncing over to the cupboard for some cereal.

Selina shrugged at the dropped topic, deciding it could be dealt with later if there was anything wrong at all. Instead she just watched the open Gotham air that breezed through their lovely apartment skylight. “...doesn’t like the night eh? Well, she chose a lousy city to live in.”

Poison Ivy should go fuck herself.

Poison Ivy should go fuck herself.

Poison Ivy should go fuck herself.

Why was that repeating on loop in her head?

She’d managed to keep it cool in front of the others, but right now Ivy was feeling incredibly hot and bothered. Her whole body had a need… a deep carnal hunger… to fuck itself.

All the plants in her room were agreed. They kept growing and changing. Attempting to wrap around her leg as she lounged on the giant flower that was her bed. Her hands were no better, teasing her even while she begged them to just rest. The train was already on the tracks though. No amount of sighs and cold water was going to stop things escalating, perhaps she should just be happy it didn’t happen in front of the other two.

So Poison Ivy did the only thing she really wanted to do right now: Vigorously and aggressively fuck herself.

She grabbed one of the vines that were climbing her leg, the one with the most strangely shaped and rigid bud, and shoved it deep inside the green dripping pussy. It felt so good, so fulfilling to just lie back and fuck herself. Like ‘ticking off an item on her bucket list’ amazing. Thankfully another vine had decided to pour itself into her mouth, which meant the initial moan of pleasure was somewhat muffled from the other two in the apartment. Not that Ivy was that mindful of them right now, the idea of her body fucking itself was way too hot and heavy to think about anyone else.

The vines felt so good while they roamed her body. She was the green after all, they were an extension of her, so to fuck herself with them was just as fulfilling as if she’d cloned herself right then and there.

Her green skin was aflame with heat, dripping with sweat/sap. The cool vines rubbing against her doing nothing but stoking the fire. Her pussy clenched and squeezed the oddly shaped one, each ridge rubbing up inside the fearsome villain as her hand became a blur with motion. Plenty of pinching and odd scrapes happened inside Ivy, yet it felt so good she just couldn’t care. The desire, the pleasure, the heat… it all mixed together around her mind until Poison Ivy was orgasming harder than she ever had in her life.

The panting Ivy was a wreck. Vines slowly retreating from their master, her intense climate too much for them to handle. She just wondered where that had come from. Had killing CEOs really turned her on that much?

Maybe she was hanging out too much with Harley.