Poison Ivy

Damian moved to select his father's character but the game glitched or he didn't do something right. The usual darkness surrounded him but something was off. His loading screen didn't display his father whipping someone's ass, it showed Poison Ivy in her overgrown botanical gardens. That was odd. Maybe father updated the game to show more than just the loading screen of the character you pick?

That seemed kind of pointless. Perhaps Poison Ivy’s Greenhouse was just a stage in the game? He’d seen games preview their levels before while players waited for them to load.

Before Damian knew it he was there in the mad botanist’s hideout. He’d been to the real location a couple of times so he was already familiar with the overgrown fortress. Plants cascading down the walls and vines dangling from the mostly broken glass ceiling. Terrifyingly large carnivorous looking plants here and there. The whole place had a pungent earthy smell. One that he found... intoxicating.

That didn’t seem right.

Damian found himself exiting a overgrown flower bud. He uncontrollably sashayed out to take in the earthy aroma of the greenhouse. He inhaled deeply, “good evening my lovelies” he offered a seductive grin.

The game finished its introduction scene for his character so he could now move freely.

“W-what the hell did I just say?! My... my voice?”

He grabbed at his throat where the boy wonder would have usually felt the beginnings of an adam’s apple. Instead he just felt his smooth skin with not even the slightest bump. Long scarlet hair tickled the back of his neck and briefly obfuscated his vision. He ran his fingers through it to bring some into his line of vision which he met with a defiant frown. His eyes darted downward and he froze at the sight of two voluptuous mounds of flesh staring back at him.

Well, by now he figured he really wasn’t a “he” at all anymore. Not in this game anyway.

Damian instinctively tried to cup them and pull them off, clinging to some **** mental reservation that this was an extremely elaborate prank. Alas, they were all too real and now a part of her undeniably female body. She could feel her nipples poking ever so slightly into the revealing leafy outfit she wore. Her face reddened and she felt an unfamiliar warmth in her lower region.

A vine coiled around her thigh and crept up her leg, seemingly reacting to her accidentally fondling herself. Did she tell it to do that? "Hey! Stop that!" She swatted the vine away.

She saw her reflection in a nearby puddle. Poison Ivy's confused expression matched the one she was making.

Damian facepalmed with an audible sigh.

“Father, why...?”

She couldn’t think of a reason as to why the world’s greatest detective would waste his time on programming a game so in-depth. What was the point in playing the villains anyway? To learn your enemy perhaps? Even if he could justify that to Damian, that still didn’t explain why the characters in the game responded to sexual stimulation.

“When I get out of here, we are going to have a serious talk about what you do in your free time, father...” she made the gesture to pull up the menu and it appeared before her.