Chapter 5: Resolution
The Gotham City Police Department loomed before them like a monolith, a fortress of stone and steel that stood sentinel over the city. It was a place of harsh fluorescent lights and cold, unyielding metal—a stark contrast to the shadowed alley where Poison Ivy and Catwoman had been lost in their primal dance.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint hint of ozone from the lights overhead.
The clatter of keys and the distant murmur of voices echoed through the labyrinth of corridors. Batgirl, cloaked in her dark cape, stalked through the halls, her boots echoing against the cold stone floor. She had tracked Poison Ivy and Catwoman—had caught them in the throes of their illicit coupling, their bodies writhing and slick with sweat. She had watched, her heart pounding, as the two women lost themselves in a maelstrom of desire, their moans and gasps echoing off the alley walls. But she had seen the hypnotic trance that gripped them, the unnatural lust that clouded their eyes.
She had acted swiftly, using her expertise in hand-to-hand combat to subdue them, her batons singing through the air as she struck with precise, calculated force. Now, they were bound, their wrists secured behind their backs with unbreakable restraints. They sat on the cold bench in the interrogation room, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their bodies still shaking with the aftershocks of their passion.
Batgirl stood before them, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes scanning the two women. She could see the remnants of their passion—the wild hair, the flushed skin, the heaving chests.
Poison Ivy's green skin was mottled with red, and Catwoman's leather suit was torn and disheveled, one breast still exposed. It took every ounce of Batgirl's self-control not to react to the raw, primal energy that still hung heavy in the air.
"What the fuck happened to you two?" Batgirl growled, her voice low and dangerous. She couldn't afford to let her own body's reactions interfere with the job. She had to focus on the task at hand—keeping these two dangerous women in check.
Catwoman lifted her head, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
“What… what are you talking about, Batgirl? We were just having a little fun.” Her voice was breathless, her chest still heaving.
Batgirl’s gaze hardened. “You were not yourself, Catwoman. And neither was Ivy. I saw the way you were… entwined. It wasn’t natural.”
Poison Ivy finally found her voice, her words slurring slightly. “I-I don’t know what happened. One moment, I was touching the ivy, and the next…” She trailed off, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Batgirl looked between them, her mind racing.
She knew they had to have been under some sort of influence, but she needed to get to the bottom of it. “Tell me everything,” she demanded.
Poison Ivy’s eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed deeply. “It was the ivy,” she whispered. “It was fucking intoxicating. I felt this… this surge, this need. I couldn’t control it.”
Catwoman licked her lips, her gaze fixed on Ivy. “I saw her touching it, felt the same surge.
Couldn't fucking help myself,” Catwoman added, her voice thick with unspent desire.
Batgirl's eyes narrowed, her mind flashing back to the raw, primal scene she had witnessed. The images were seared into her memory—the tangle of limbs, the moans of pleasure, the sheer, unadulterated lust that had radiated from them both. She could still hear the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet sounds of their arousal. It was a heady, intoxicating mix, and it took every ounce of her self-control to keep her own body from responding.
She stepped closer, her voice low.
"And now you're going to tell me exactly what happened. Don't leave out a single fucking detail."
Catwoman's eyes met Batgirl's, the glassy look slowly clearing. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. "I saw Ivy touching the ivy. She looked… different. Like she was under some kind of spell. I felt this intense heat, this desire… I couldn't fucking control it."
Poison Ivy nodded, her eyes still closed. "It was like... an itch, but a good one. It spread from my touch, through my body.
It was like a fire, burning everywhere, making me want, need more. I could feel every inch of my skin, every nerve ending. It was intoxicating.
Catwoman reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek. Her touch was electric, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core. "Fuck, Ivy," she growled, her voice low and desperate. "What is happening to us?"
I turned my head, my lips brushing against her palm. "I don't know," I whispered, my voice barely audible. But I knew I didn't want it to stop. I wanted more. So much more.
I wanted all of her—every inch of her naked, sweat-slicked skin, every gasp and moan that escaped her throat. I wanted to taste every fucking inch of her. I turned my head, capturing her fingers in my mouth, sucking hard as I flicked my tongue against her palm.
Catwoman groaned, her hips jerking against mine. That feels so fucking good. Don't stop."
I obliged, my mouth working on her fingers as my free hand reached out to palm her breast.
I could feel the hard nipple against my palm, and I pinched it gently, eliciting a sharp gasp from Catwoman.
"Fuck, Ivy," she cursed, her hips grinding against mine.
I released her fingers from my mouth and sat up slightly, my eyes level with hers. "Show me how good it feels," I growled, my voice thick with desire. I reached down, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw before moving to cup her face. "Show me how much you want me."
Catwoman's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly.