Time to Face the Mucus

Unfortunately, while Ivy had been fucking him, she had used her lipstick. One his face, on his neck, his chest, and a large amount on his cock during a blow job. Reapplying it as needed. So Batman had no power to resist other to moan in protect as she peeled his cowl off, revealing,

"Bruce Wayne? He's Batman?" asked Ivy shocked, and secretly a little pleased, as tried to comprehend it.

"Makes sense." answered Harley, before Ivy turned to her with a quirked eyebrow in question.

Harley continued, "Most people know Brucie's parents were killed in front of him when he was young. Which would make him want to stop crime as **** while protecting future Bruces from the same horrors he faced. The crime being committed with a gun explains B-Man's hatred of them. Brucie being away from Gotham all of that time explains the training. Plus all of his toys likely could only be paid off by big bucks."

Ivy rolled her eyes, "I keep forgetting you're not the blond air-head you seem. So we didn't kill Brucie, he just escaped turned to Batman and chased up. Only to fall to us."

"So are we still killing him after Christmas? Or do we do it now?" Harley said, as she looked to the clock to make sure Bruce was still affected by the lipstick, it was only 12:05 am.

The redhead took a thoughtful look, tapping her chin with her right index finger before smiling, "I have a plan which is win-win. Keep him under control."

Ivy moved to closet, and pull out what looked like some kind litre, litre and a half, bottle with a breathing mask connected to it. She attacked it to the billionaire's face, face mask formed snug against his face attacked with straps. She flicked a switch on the section between mask and bottle. Pink mist flowed into the hero's nose and mouth.

"Is that some kind of new love dust, Red?"

"No, Harls. It is an experimental viral spore dust. I'm not sure it was ready, so I haven't used it one anyone. The idea is simple. The Spores bond with the cells of the body, especially brain and nerve cells. Converting them into a plant hybrid, which allows the cell to create more spores. I am using special means to make sure they only spread where I want them.

It creates a back door into the body, but especially the mind. Best case, if it works perfectly, I should be able to command the subject minds. From direct control, to rearranging his mind so subtly the victim thinks it's their own idea. Worst case, he dies from a number of causes.

So win-win for us. We just have to see what affect the spores have." said the villainess as she waited for her spores to work.