Batman is with Zatanna and Ivy is informed about what Ivy did

It was almost 9pm when Bruce and Zatanna were finally done with each other. Bruce had always noticed what a beautiful woman Zatanna was but never really thought about such a thing. However, for once he was happy to know how this little adventure came about. And he didn't have to regret anything. The two had had a lot of fun and as happy as Zatanna had just grinned in front of him she had enjoyed it too. Throwing a quick glance at the clock, Bruce had to smile. Apparently the last adventures had increased his endurance. They had now fucked each other for seven hours and as if intoxicated, the two had given themselves to their lust. But in the end she had fainted and without him noticing, the spell had been broken. He slowly lifted her up and put her on the couch. After covering her with a blanket, he left the room. He hadn't really found out much and still didn't know exactly whether Dr. Mendez was a vampire or not.

As he left the building he grinned as he could see the meaningful looks of some of the staff. You knew exactly what they had been up to for several hours and surely most of you were extremely jealous of him. After all, he cultivated the myth of the rich playboy. When he entered his car, he first activated the connection to the computer in the cave. Apparently there was no major activity known to the police today. A short conversation with Oracle informed her that the larger gangs were suspiciously quiet at the moment. Apparently, the people that Dr. Mendez killed at the harbor were part of the Penguin's troop. The strange thing was, according to the manifest, not everything had been recovered. About 50 percent of the ship's delivery had disappeared inexplicably. For the most part, the police had seized several crates of fully automatic weapons. From small-caliber assault rifles to heavy anti-vehicle weapons, almost everything was there. It clearly bore the penguin's signature but there were few who would seriously mess with the bird.

Oracle assumed that it was probably Two-Face. But so far that was only a feeling of her. She'd look into it and give him the exact information. Unfortunately, that meant he couldn't do anything today. I guess Batman wouldn't be needed tonight. So he would end the evening as he had begun. Cultivate his Playboy image. He'd go to a club or two, throw out thousands of dollars for nonsense and surround himself with busty women. He hated it when he had to mingle with the people like that, but it was part of his life. There was Batman and there was Bruce Wayne. And unfortunately they both had to be present, otherwise someone would become suspicious at some point. And he wouldn't allow Clark to wear his suit again so they could be seen together in one place.

Tomorrow he would check out Two-Face's hiding places or stop by Penguin's lounge. It was quite possible that it was just a trick of penguin. That wasn't really his style, though. And right now he certainly couldn't afford to give up half of a delivery. Also, this delivery meant that the underworld of Gotham was slowly getting ready for a time after the Joker. And that could only mean there would soon be more for him to do. Or that they were afraid of something else wandering the streets of Gotham besides him. And now that Bruce slowly had a rough idea of what was going on there, he had to ask himself if conventional weapons would help them there. As much as he resisted using firearms, this time he wasn't sure if simple throwing weapons or the like would really help. A look at the sky showed him that tomorrow night would be another full moon and that it would be the perfect night for Batman. He was already looking forward to running through the streets of the city again and kicking the scum's ass. Alone at the thought of jumping from roof to roof he felt a certain anticipation. Until now he had always approached the matter without passion. But for some time it had changed. He enjoyed freedom. Even now, as he flew through the streets in his sports car, he could not escape a certain fascination with freedom. But his good mood was abruptly interrupted when he saw blue lights in the rearview mirror and a siren sounded.

"Crap." He cursed and looked at his speedometer. 120 miles per hour. And that's downtown. That would be worse. He drove to the side of the road and waited for the police car to drive in front of him. No sooner had he stopped than two policemen got out. Both of them approached the car carefully with one hand on the gun and one of them knocked on his target. With his most charming smile on his lips, he opened the window and asked in amusement.

"Good evening, officer. What is it?"

The young policewoman was extraordinarily beautiful and just wanted to give her answer with a grim expression when she recognized who was sitting in front of her in the car. Suddenly, not so confident anymore, she just stammered his name. Bruce knew that he was a coveted object of desire for many young women. Her colleague now also looked into the car and recognized him as well.

"Mr. Wayne. She drove far too fast," she smiled and seemed a little nervous.

"Oh, I'm sorry, officer. I wasn't even aware of that. But this car here, you just have to love it. It literally tempts him into stupidity. If you know what I mean. I hope there won't be too much trouble. But of course I will confess my mistake and atone for my crime." He grinned and stretched both hands out the window so that he could have been handcuffed.

The policewoman grinned to her colleague and then answered.

"Maybe we can work something out? I mean, you've done so much for the police, sure we can both turn a blind eye." She looked at her colleague who also grinned broadly.

"I wouldn't mind. Because I'm afraid the press would jump on it. Billionaire taken away by two beautiful women in handcuffs. You might get the wrong idea."

"We're closing in 20 minutes, Mr. Wayne. Maybe then we can meet somewhere?" grinned the dark-haired policewoman.

"Mhm. What do the two enchanting ladies think of an invitation to the P3? I pay all my debts" he grinned and that would be exactly the kind of image he wanted today. A few photos with the two in the hottest club of the city and already the image of the Playboy would be cultivated. And by the way, they looked really good. This would be a pleasant evening.

When Harley came back to the garden house, she danced over half a dozen bodies. Men and women all overgrown with Ivy vines. In a good mood she danced over the greenish corpses and jumped to Ivy Labor. To her surprise, her friend wasn't there. Singing and laughing, she jumped from one room to the next in search of Ivy, but nowhere could he find her. Slowly her good mood was dampened a little as she worried about her friend. That wasn't her way at all. Even all the bodies in the entrance room weren't really her style.

Finally she arrived in the bedroom. The overgrown room was beautiful but Harley knew that most plants were highly poisonous. And yet she heard a sob from beside the bed. Alarmed, she rushed inside and found Ivy next to the bed in a fetus position. Knowing that she was not allowed to touch her friend, she squatted in front of her and bobbed her body back and forth. She had never seen Harley like that before. She was crying all over the floor.

"Heyyyy RED!!!! What happened?! Did someone hurt you," she asked in a calm voice and tried to calm her down. But somehow Ivy was different today. The self-confident and determined woman had become a parody of herself. Everywhere in the room were used dildos in different sizes and on the bed lay a corpse of a man. His whole body was covered with poisonous veins shimmering purple through his skin. She knew these signs well. Not to that extent, though. One kiss from Ivy was enough to kill a man a hundred times. But that man wasn't just kissed. The greatest concentration of the poison was concentrated around his tail.

"Hey. Red were you trying to sleep with that guy? I thought we'd been through this? You can't do this anymore," Harley said and felt pity for her friend. While she could fuck anyone she wanted, Ivy hadn't had any fun with a man or woman in years. Everything she touched was sentenced to death. There had even been a time when she had used her plants to help herself, but that hadn't been as fulfilling as she had hoped. Since then she had more or less resigned herself to living abstinently. Harley hadn't seen her like that in a long time.

"I was with Bruce Wayne!" she babbled and whimpered softly.

"„WAHT! “ You killed my Bruci?!" Harley yelled. For a reason she did not fully understand, she had hardly been able to think of anything other than him in the last time. And that Ivy had visited him could only mean that he was dead. Harley couldn't take another loss like that.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM! “She cried and was fox devil wild.

"I kissed him..." whimpered Ivy and Harley felt her heart crushed. She staggered back and slipped dazed down the wall. Bruce was dead. Again she had lost someone. After Mr. J., Bruce had had a strangely calming influence on her. It was almost like her mind was back to normal. Kind of a horrible idea for her.

Ivy thoughts tore her out of her grief.

"Then... we... had... sex... all night."

Harley looked up confused. She had heard it right. Her girlfriend had seduced her new favorite man? And trespassed on his corpse?

"She asked in astonishment, and Ivy looked up and to her friend for the first time.

"He's still alive. He gave me something I haven't felt in years. He took me all night... in ways I've never known... I need more! MUCH MORE" she whimpered and hit the floor with both fists. The plants in the room reacted to their emotional outburst and blossomed immediately.

"My heart is still alive? But that's impossible?" Marveled Harley.

"I've tried others! YOU ARE ALL DEATH!" hissed Ivy. "Only he's able to survive me!" Suddenly she could see something new in her eyes. Hate and desire. "I MUST HAVE IT HARLEY! He MUST be mine! I won't let you take him!"

Harley jumped up and did a pirouette before she cowered in front of her oldest friend and grinned mischievously. "But! Why so hostile Red" before she could even think about her action or even wanted to, her insane mind reacted completely independently. She closed her arms around Ivy and pressed a big kiss on her cheek. Ivy threw her away in a panic but it was too late. Harley had already touched her skin and touched her cheek with her lips. With an almost superhuman power Harley was thrown away and landed in a scrub of vines.

"What have you done Harley!!!? You're even crazier than usual! You know you can't touch me!" Ivy yelled. As mentally ill as she was, this one rule she had always heeded. And now Harley had paid the price. She was responsible for the death of her only friend. Her face buried in her hands whimpered Ivy. Everything collapsed. Everything she had ever agreed upon lay in ruins in front of her. But suddenly she heard the melody of Harley's favorite song. Looking up, Ivy could see Harley just freeing himself from the tendrils. Perfectly healthy. Maybe a little paler than usual but no trace of poisoning. Rather a mischievous grin could be seen on the blood-red lips.

"So you want my Mr. B, huh?" she grinned before she opened the top and revealed her tits. "Why don't we visit him together? Let's see if the good guy can handle both of us!" she breathed.

"What's going on?" Ivy managed to say before Harley grabbed her and put Harley's lips on hers. She had no idea what was going on but when Harley's tongue entered her mouth there was no resistance from her. It just felt too good and so it was possible to press on the bed. Harley kicked the dead man's body out of bed and knelt over her friend and laughed at her vigorously. "Come on! Show me you're worthy to be in bed with me and my sweetheart!"

With a force that completely surprised Ivy, Harley ripped her dress off and pressed her hands onto the bed. However, not much resistance was to be expected from Ivy either. She had to wait too long for tenderness and could not deny that she had always wanted Harley. And now she was one of two people they could touch without dying. And the only thing they had in common was Bruce Wayne. Not even Batman was equal to her body. Too often she had seen him give himself a serum injection in the middle of the fight. But her thoughts soon vanished into a rush of passion when Harley began to pamper her body. Even though Harley's tongue and hands brought her indescribable ecstasy, she couldn't wait to be impaled by Bruce again.

While Bruce had fun with the 2 policewomen and Ivy raved around in bed with Harley, Zatanna followed an invisible call that led her deep into the industrial area of Gotham. The call had awakened her from her comatose state and she clearly felt the call coming from her lover and husband. She drove her car through the dark alleys and even though the call was clear, it was not entirely easy to follow him into this confusing part of the city. After some time, however, she saw an old abandoned factory. She was a monster of steel and iron. The wire mesh fence was already destroyed in most places, but the large gate was wide open. Whatever was in there? Her husband was waiting for her in there. Slowly she stepped towards the main entrance and looked around. Fresh tire marks in the dirt indicated that this place was not as deserted as one should think. The sinfully expensive surveillance system also pointed to residents. As she entered the interior of the factory, the lights activated as if by magic and led her through the winding corridors of the factory.

Even though she felt her husband's call more clearly than ever before, she could not prevent this whole place from having an uncanny effect on her. It just wasn't a place worthy of her husband. When she stepped around a corner, the Riddler suddenly stood in front of her. Like a reflex she cast a spell from which the metal rods in the wall came to life. Even before the criminal could make even a single gesture, he was bound by the steel poles and was pressed against the wall. Only now Zatanna took time to take a closer look at this man. That wasn't who Riddler had always told Batman about, or whom she'd seen on TV. This man looked unkempt. Fearful and trembling he hung in the steel struts but it was not fear of her. He was afraid of something else. Or someone else.

"What is this, Enigma?! Do you think you could stand up to me," Zatanna asked growling and suddenly opened her eyes in a panic. Suddenly it made sense. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HUSBAND!" she yelled at him. A spear formed in her hand and she could throw it at him immediately. She wouldn't tolerate that crazy crossword weirdo hurting her husband.

"Please! Not! You misunderstand! My master is here! He wants me to escort her! He told me to," Enigma, who was usually so eloquent, whimpered anxiously.

"Master?!" she asked confused. What was that supposed to mean? As a precaution, she let the spear pass and released the shackles around him. He opened the door and bowed as she stepped through. She was pissed off. Apparently her husband had betrayed her. Why did Enigma call him Master? She'd get answers. Either way!

Dracula stood with her back to her and a festive table stood in the room. Pissed off and determined she went to him for answers. But as soon as he turned to her, her determination vanished. His sight alone caused her knees to weaken and the feeling of an eternal connection. With a simple gesture he waved her to him and like a foolish girl she followed his wish. When she stood in front of him and had his beguiling smell in her nose it had already happened for her sake. Not that he needed to put another spell on her. The last spell was strong enough that it still worked. She looked at him with distorting eyes and adored him.

"My love. Why does he call you his master," she tried to ask, but her husband's eyes stayed on her and with one hand he stroked her cheek.

"Did you find an answer to my question, my beloved bride?" Dracula just asked without going into her previous question.

She shuddered at the sound of his voice and her knees became even softer.

"Yes, of course, my love. I did everything you asked. She breathed and let herself fall into his arms. "There was a magician named Imak Ben Taleb about 1200 years ago. He was bitten by a vampire and turned himself into a vampire. His magic power was preserved but changed due to his new power. By and large, this means that a spell caster would not have to fear losing his power. But why did you want to know that, my love?"

"Because I have a present for you, my beautiful sorceress! But before I give it to you, let us dine," Dracula smiled and pointed to the freshly laid table full of fragrant food. Even though he himself had not been dependent on food for thousands of years, he indulged in the luxury of eating here and there. Zatanna smiled and her stomach was growling with all the goodies. After all, she had neither had lunch nor had dinner. Unless you counted the sperm she'd sucked so greedily out of Bruce. With a zeal that matched her hunger she enjoyed the food and while they were dining together they talked about some common things, mostly about the magician she had told about. But it didn't take long for Dracula to get hungry for something else. When he got up and approached her around the table. Expectantly she looked up at him and as he leaned over to kiss her she replied passionately.

"Maybe my husband's in the mood for dessert now?" she breathed after the kiss and opened her top. Her husband's grin was her answer enough. Without waiting for one of those, she opened his pants and freed his cock, "I've been waiting all day for my favorite" she breathed before she licked over his cock. Although she had slept with Bruce for much of the day, her thoughts had only been with Him. She was completely crazy about him and even when he grabbed her hard by the neck she gasped only with pleasure. Then she felt an even greater pain as he stretched her head and drilled his teeth deep into her flesh. However, the stinging pain in her throat was quickly overcome by a wave of ecstasy and finally she became black in front of her eyes.