Chapter 1: Introduction
Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, rubbed her throbbing temples, wearing a sleek, black bodysuit. The echo of Batman’s death still lingered within the stone walls of the secret underground base she shared with the rest of Gotham City’s Bat-family. Somehow, Batman's presence seemed embedded into every crevice, surrounding her with memories of their time together, now gone forever.
TheStrip, Batgirl's makeshift apartment, had been transformed into a makeshift crime lab.
Boxes overflowing with files and footage analyzed for any clue as to what had transpired the night Batman died. The search for answers proved fruitless so far, but Barbara could feel the pressure to uncover the truth. Finding a slip of paper out of place, she pulled it towards her and revealed an address for a certain botanical garden.
As Batgirl, she raced through the shadow-filled corridors of Gotham's nightlife, easily dodging lurkers welcoming death with their self-destructive lifestyles.
She reached the botanical garden just as her intuition anticipated: Poison Ivy was here, tending to her creepy-crawly, envious flora, who longed to be fed human blood. The moment Batgirl laid eyes on Ivy's new formula, her heart nearly stopped.
"Pheromone-enhanced venom. This is the type of shit that could kill a man in seconds," Barbara thought with a trembling voice. She continued her investigation, marveling at the fine details that comprised the concoction.
Batgirl felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, sensing someone behind her. Without hesitation, she turned, drawn to the figure looming there. Poison Ivy leaned against the wall, her red lips curling into a dangerous smirk. Batgirl felt a sudden, intense attraction to her, a result of the humming pheromones Ivy exuded.
Barbara's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. The same woman she had often clashed with, fought against over the years, was now overwhelming her with erotic desire, a desire fueled by nothing less than Ivy's pheromones.
Though she combatted crime with unwavering dedication, Barbara was still an attractive woman, and her powerlessness in front of Ivy only added to her allure. Barbara's mind raced as she contemplated her predicament. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape as her pulse quickened.
With a strained voice, Batgirl spoke. "What did you do to me?"
Ivy sauntered forward, running a crimson fingernail down Batgirl's arm. "Ah, my darling, I gave you exactly what you need. Inside that suit you're so cold, but now you're burning up with need, yearning, and an uncontrollable desire for me."
Barbara trembled as Ivy drew nearer, each inhale bringing in a lungful of the pungent aphrodisiac. Her voice wavered.
"You've made a grave mistake. I'm not someone to be trifled with."
Ivy purred, ignoring her threats, "Your hypothalamus commands your body to respond, and you can't resist the call." Her sculpted lips were a hair's breadth from Batgirl's.
Barbara stood, frozen, as Ivy's hands slid down her arms, hands lingering on the swell of her breasts. Batgirl's breath caught in her throat. An unfamiliar spark erupted from her core.