Tim Drake wakes up in a compromised position.

Tim Drake. The third Robin. Eternally straddling the line between his twewenties and teen years. And now he was coming to consciousness with his arms sore and his head throbbing. A sudden stimulation shoots up from his crotch . He jolts awake. He's still groggy, but at least he can scan hissurroundings now. He pulls on his armsa and legs to find them bound tight in an X position. He struggles broefly beforte the lack of slack convinces him it was futille. He looks up at the glass roof and sighs. He finds the area attround him dark and examines wgatever is binding his arms.

Nope. It's not cold metal. It's warm, as if almost alive. The only light streams in from above, thrugh a thick canopy of what looks like a jungle. Wait. Was he in Poison Ivy's fgreenhouse. He tries to remember what might have landed him in this situation. He closed hisd eyes and thought hard. Well, his dick felt hard. A loud slurping nsound disastracted him. He tries to find it but had to wait a few minutes for the next slurp to locate its source: somewhere close.

He heard it again for the third time. That time, it came with the eleectrifying tingle of pleasure shooting up from his crotch. Wait a minute... he focused his eyes to make out the outline of a flower bulb suking away where his dick would be. He started to stuggle against the vines binding his arms and legs... but it only seemed to make his cock harder. The flowerr bulb, or whatever it was responded to his increased erection by seemingly slurping away faster.

A high-pitched giggle interrupted his styruggle. "Oh look, Ivy. Little Birdie just realized how much trouble he's in."

"I've always liked his heart. I'm gonna enjoy it qhen there's more of him availabble."

Tim could practically hear Harley drooling. "Yes. More of that to goo around. And Birdie will enjoy every minute of the process."

Somehow. Tim doubted that he would.

Tim's vision went white with pleasure as the stimulation on his crotch reached an electrifying crescndo. Suddennly, the place lit up as his orgasm released a massive load into the flower bulb. The bulb eagerly received Tim's seed and Tim watched as his jizz travelled down the vine like a pregnant bulge .

Harley burst into a sing-song mockery of Britney Spears.

"I think he did again.

He gave us more seed.

To make some more friends."

Tim looked ahead to find the vine leading down to a bunch of seed pods. As soon as his massive load of cum reached the pods, they came to life. The flower bulb immediately dove right back in to its proper place suckling on Tim's cock. Tim groaned.

Another load spewed out of his cock sand created another fat biulge travelling down the vine.

"He's actually lasting longer and giving more per load than Nightwing." Harley remarked chiperly. "Speaking of which... when do I get the sentient dildo you promised me?"

"Patience, my clown princess. This is but Phase One. You can't rush art."

Tim struggled to form a sentence as the continuous stimulation of his cock addled his brain. "You two won't get away with this! When Batman comes ooking, you'll both have hell to pay!"

Both villainesses cackled in response.

"The Bat? Once Phae 3 is done, he won't even know you've been gone.

Beads of sweat formed on Tim's face as he struggled further against the vines rerstraining him.

As more of his cum got delivered to the seedpods, the whole forest started to come alive as each pod writhed... If this was Phase One...then he dreaded what would come next.