Barbara's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea

She’d gotten a lot of advice when it came to battling the various villains of Gotham. Two-Face? Go for the coin. Riddler? Get used to lateral thinking.

Then there was Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, who’d been seen a lot together since Harley had split from her ‘Mistah J,’ and the story seemed to be rather salacious. She’d expected the advice ‘don’t get kissed’ given Ivy’s famous trick.

Instead Batman’s tip had been the more obvious ‘don’t get captured.’

You’d think being a woman running around at night surrounded by various thugs and low lifes would put her at a high risk, but as Batman had said, the cowl had an effect on people. There were two kinds of criminals in Gotham: guys who might want to take advantage of her but weren’t mad enough to so much as touch anyone in the cowl, and guys who were mad enough but were too fixated on other things to bother.

Which left Harley and Ivy as the two right in the middle. Mad enough to not respect the cowl, grounded enough that they might take advantage of the situation.

After that particular lesson Barbara had gone home and fingered herself for a solid hour, just imagining Ivy’s many vines and Harley’s face between her legs. Bruce had Catwoman, he was in no position to judge her.

She’d kept that fantasy from Bruce. At least she hoped she had, world’s greatest detective and all.

But she couldn’t stop thinking about it when she’d ended up on duty and watched Harley and Ivy together. They were just on the street, probably getting away with something even if she wasn’t sure what, but it sent heat right through her.

This was a stupid idea.

Barbara followed them home, stalked them through the night, and slipped in through a window. She knew she was barely thinking rationally, but she’d imagined this far too many times, Screw good sense.

She’d barely taken a step further down when a vine wrapped around her foot. She yelped, and suddenly noticed more coming at her.

In seconds she was caught, held in the open space with both her arms pulled over her head and her legs held together below her. Vines gripped her wrists and ankles, and others moved tantalisingly around her, mostly keeping her in place but she still felt it as they slipped over her breasts, squeezed, or slid between her legs with just a little bit of insistent pressure.

She blushed under the cowl at how her body reacted.

And then came the supervillainesses. The clown-girl and the green girl, both eyeing her with a look of amusement.

“Looks like we’ve caught a bat,” Ivy said. “Harley dear, what do you think we should do with her?”

Barbara squirmed, both hoping it seemed like a token effort to escape as well as shaking her body invitingly.

She was pretty sure they wouldn’t kill her, or do anything permanent either way, no one wanted Batman that pissed at them. But she was slowly becoming aware of just how much this idle fantasy could go wrong.

Harley leaned in, a huge grin plastered on her face, and she whispered something into Ivy’s ear. Ivy smirked.

“Harley, that’s an excellent idea,” Ivy said, and met the trembling Barbara’s eyes.