Robin vs The Justice League Pt. 01

Welcome to the latest chapter of my DC stories. Thank you all for the votes and positive comments. This series will have more entries than the previous Robin vs the Gotham City Sirens series now that I've figured out my writing style and can stop stealing the ideas of much better authors.

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It'd been a fortnight since Batman left.

He said he'd only be gone the rest of the evening. Just enough time to get Catwoman's blood and a sample of the unrefined fear toxin to a lab owned by a Wayne Corp subsidiary. A few hours later, Robin got the call. This toxin was more potent than expected, far more than anything Scarecrow had cooked up before. Batman suspected Scarecrow had assistance, perhaps acquired the chemical ingredients from... unusual sources. He needed to utilise all the resources at his disposal.

After the call wrapped up, Robin didn't know whether to laugh or shiver. 'All the resources' meant one thing, but it was amazing how Batman couldn't refer to them by name. It was as if they were a secret shame. Or an odious chore.

So Robin was left with patrolling Gotham. First solo gig. No safety net. No backup. Batgirl was out of town and it was just him with Alfred on comms. And the comms only had bad news.

The criminals were getting bolder.

Dent, in a grotesque offering to his legal past and dual-personality, had kidnapped several prosecutors and defence attorneys. He forced them to participate in mock trials while he presided as judge and jury. Any guilty verdict was met with the death penalty, naturally carried out by Dent himself with a nine-millimetre Beretta full of hollow-point rounds. No matter how effectively the terrified lawyers argued their cases, Dent would always decide on the flip of his coin. To make things worse, it was being streamed online. Robin just saw an associate of Reeves, Beaumont and Twain get his head blown off on YouTube.

Killer Croc had thrown himself into a mob war between the Maroni mafia and the Triads. The Triads hired him to take out several Maroni capos partying on a yacht in Miller Harbour. Croc had free reign over the yacht for twenty minutes before Robin arrived and knocked the beast down with a combination of tranquilisers and shock batons. He'd only left once he was satisfied Gotham PD could transport the unconscious Croc to Arkham. Robin didn't envy the cops. Croc had been thorough, and a red yacht drifted back to shore towards the police. The yacht was white when it left its mooring a few hours ago.

Mercifully, the Joker was nowhere to be found. For whatever reason, Batman's absence seemed to have killed whatever motivation the Joker had for crime. It was like the Clown Prince was hibernating until his true nemesis returned. Robin was prepared to build an entire church himself to keep that particular miracle going.

Robin knew he couldn't stem this tide alone. The only thing that would be keeping Batman is that it was something important. Something that threatened more than just Gotham. Something that threatened the country, perhaps even the world.

Robin shuddered. He knew what types Batman mixed with when it came to global threats. That kind of thing was way out of his league. Metahumans, aliens and weirder still. And he'd had his share of weird lately.

Harley's girlish giggling in his ear as she pulled off his gauntlets --

Robin shook the thoughts away.

Focus.

There'd been a string of break-ins at various biology labs across the city. Experimental specimens were going missing, and the specimens were all plants.

It fit Poison Ivy's MO perfectly.

Robin sucked air in through his teeth as he watched the next target. He managed to persuade the lab's research directors to publish an article about a project similar to the work done at the other labs. The article was a total sham, but hopefully it would be enough to draw Ivy out.

It was.

A car with tinted windows pulled up outside the lab's security gate. A single figure in a long coat and hat climbed out of the car. Robin pulled out a monocular to get a better look. The coat had its collar pulled up to the neck. He couldn't tell if the figure was male or female. The hat prevented him from seeing anything of the face or hair.

The figure raised a gloved hand. The concrete under the security gate cracked as thick brown roots forced their way up through the pavement, wrapping around the gate and violently pulling it down. The metal shrieked in protest as it bent and warped. Within seconds, the gate had been forced open and the figure walked past.

Ivy. Definitely Ivy.

Robin switched to a vantage points on the lab's roof. He got a glimpse of red hair tucked beneath the collar of Ivy's coat.

Red hair that smelled like wildflowers as she slid her tongue into ­­­­--

Robin shook the thoughts away again.

Ivy swiped a stolen keycard and moved into the building itself. She strode past the reception desk and towards the research stations.

Robin breathed and moved. He opened the roof exit and crept downstairs to the research level. White-tiled floors reached in every direction. Offices with dull grey furniture and pale blue carpet. Abstract corporate art.

There was the sound of movement. Robin slid forward. It was bright in here. Low ceilings. No dark corners or rafters to hide in. He'd have to be careful.

Robin pushed his way through a set of double doors into a long hallway. The hallway led deeper into the lab, and this section had research stations on either side. The research stations were collections of workbenches and cabinets, divided into individual rooms by glass walls. Ivy was searching one such station for a specimen that didn't exist.

Robin stood in the doorway behind Ivy. "There's nothing here, doctor."

Ivy whirled around. Robin could feel the floor shake and he imagined her plant allies racing through the ground to reach them. But then Ivy saw who it was. She smiled.

"Oh! Hello, handsome," Ivy said casually. The floor stopped shaking. "What's not here?"

"The specimen," Robin answered. "The lab's article was a fake to draw you out."

"Looks like it worked," Ivy purred as she took off her hat and the crimson waterfall of hair fell free. She slid the coat from her shoulders and it fell to the floor.

Ivy was radiant in the lab's bright light. She was wearing a unitard of tightly woven leaves, with lime-green boots that reached just short of her curvaceous thighs. Leafy bracelets climbed up her forearms. Her breasts were just as full and sumptuous as Robin remembered. Then there was the perfect hourglass figure with the wide hips and slim waist. Long legs. Plump crimson lips. Her skin was the same emerald as it was in the clearing.

In the clearing. With Harley.

Ivy idly played with her red curls, rolling a strand of hair around her finger. She smirked as Robin's eyes dropped to ogle her. "What are we going to do now?"

Robin brought his gaze back up. Already he could feel control slipping away. "I'm take -- taking you in!"

The buxom redhead laughed. "Oh, come now. Are you sure that's what you want to do? Wouldn't you rather do... something else?"

Robin shook his head. "Lose the tricks, Ivy. It won't work this time."

"Cheap Vegas magicians do tricks," Ivy said sharply. "I don't. Although I did make you see God. My own kind of magic."

"Cute."

"I thought so," Ivy ran her hands down her sides and bit her lip seductively. "Are you up for a little more? You won't have to chase me this time."

Robin didn't answer.

"Unless you want to," Ivy murmured. One hand slid up her inner thigh, while the grabbed her full breast. "I love making a man work for it. It gets me soooo wet. My little honeypot just dripping..."

"I said stop!" Robin snapped. "That won't work a second time. Now like I said: I'm taking you in!"

Ivy scowled back at him. She sighed and shrugged. "Can't blame a woman for trying. Can I at least put my coat on? I don't want some perv in lockup looking at me."

Robin nodded and Ivy picked up the coat. He should've been suspicious. If something's too easy...

In one smooth motion, Ivy threw the heavy coat at Robin. The rumbling beneath the floor resumed. Robin dodged the coat and jumped up onto the nearest workbench as thick roots burst out of the white floor and grabbed at where his ankles would've been. There was a smash of glass. Robin looked up and saw Ivy had slammed through the wall into the next research station and was hightailing it down the hallway.

Robin leapt into pursuit.

Ivy headed deeper into the lab, searching for an exit. She passed more research stations and testing rooms. Occasionally, she would try a door, but each time she was met with a locked handle. The hallway ran out before long. Robin rounded the corner and found Ivy feverishly tugging at another locked door. She turned and faced him, panting slightly.

"All right, Boy Wonder," she breathed. "Didn't your boss tell you not to hit a lady?"

"You're no lady!" Robin snapped back.

"Well, we both know that's a lie," Ivy laughed.

She charged him.

Robin brought his arms up but Ivy went low, aiming a kick at Robin's leg. Robin felt his knee buckle and he dropped as Ivy slammed an elbow into his face. Robin turned to the side, making it a glancing blow, but he still felt stars explode behind his eyes.

Robin looked down and tucked his arms around his head, protecting his temples and chin. With one elbow facing forward, he charged Ivy like a battering ram, knocking her off balance. Ivy fell back and Robin grabbed her forearm, yanking it around the back of her body and locking her into an arm bar.

"Ah!" Ivy shrieked. "Ow! Stop that!"

"No," Robin said flatly.

He pulled Ivy up. The fight had clearly gone out of her. She glowered as Robin placed a firm hand on her shoulder while the other kept her arm locked behind her. He marched her down the hallway towards the lab's exit.

Ivy struggled and protested. "There's plenty more dangerous types out tonight! Why did you have to rain on my parade?!"

"Because you were robbing places for fuck knows what and this was the best way to catch you."

"And I'm the most dangerous of them all?" Ivy pressed. "I'm the one that needs all your attention?"

"I'm not giving you all my attention," Robin spat as they walked. "You're just one of my errands this evening. I'm multi-tasking."

Ivy laughed mockingly. "So feisty, Boy Wonder. Then again, I do know what it's like to have your... undivided attention."

"You became a man inside me tonight!" Ivy said as her eyes bored into Robin's and she rolled her hips ­--

Robin was so distracted that he almost walked into Ivy, but he snapped back into his stride and tightened his grip on her. It wasn't enough. She noticed. Ivy smiled to herself and changed her approach. "Are you the one to take me to jail?"

"GPD can handle that."

"You sure?" Ivy asked sceptically. "You should probably search me to make sure I don't have anything... illegal before they take me in."

Robin noticed a little extra sway in Ivy's step.

"Stop that. I said it won't work," Robin said as his eyes soaked up her lovely bottom.

"I don't know what you mean," Ivy said innocently. She turned her head to the side and ran her tongue over her lips.

Plump lips pressed against his ­­--

"You know exactly what I mean," Robin said.

They were almost at reception. A few more steps and they'd be outside. He just had to make it outside. Only a few more steps.

"I have another theory," Ivy began. "Perhaps you lured me out because you want to -- what's the phrase -- get in touch with nature?"

"No," Robin shook his head.

Ivy stopped walking. Robin ran straight into her, his groin pressed against her backside. Ivy leaned her head back onto Robin's shoulder and faced him. Deep, emerald pools bored into his eyes. They were mesmerising. Almost... hypnotic.

"It's all right," Ivy cooed. "If anything, it's the most natural thing in the world."

Robin stayed right where he was, luxuriating in the feeling of her warm, supple body. Ivy began to move her butt in small circles against his groin.

"Stop..." Robin said softly. He felt his protests weakening. He could smell her now. Wild forest and animalistic lust.

"Then again," Ivy began. "There's nothing natural about what I'm going to do to you..."

Robin's ears twitched at the steely edge in Ivy's voice, but it was too late. Ivy jerked forward, sliding out of his grip. She cartwheeled away and her boots sailed past Robin's face. He sprinted forward to catch her off balance, but Ivy had moved too quickly. Spinning on the spot with the grace of a ballerina, she met him head on as he charged her, fiddling with something in her leafy armband.

Oh, no.

Ivy held her arm out and a cloud of pink vapour puffed from her wrist, straight into Robin's face. Ivy caught him as he charged, sliding out his path and using a judo move and to throw him down. Robin gasped as he hit the ground. He rolled and came to a stop on his back. He tried to get up put Ivy placed a long leg on his chest and pushed him down.

"Mmm," Ivy sighed contentedly as she sat on Robin's stomach. Her hands rested on his chest. "Don't fight it."

Robin could already feel his inhibitions bubbling to the surface. Ivy's venom was more powerful than last time. His cock was already straining to be free. But her toxins had their limits. Like any drug, the body could burn through it with enough adrenaline. He just had to keep fighting it. Resisting it.

"Last time I had to share you with Harley," Ivy said. "Not tonight, I think."

Robin's jaw stiffened and the blood truly began to flow to his loins. He just had to push her off and put her back in a restraint.

Come on!

"And the venom I gave you was a more refined version. Specifically tailored in case I ran into you again. You'll definitely be feeling the effects by now."

Resist. Resist.

"Means you'll have an excuse," Ivy leaned forward, exposing a deep, pale green cleavage. "Some way to justify all this. I mean, having sex with Poison Ivy?!"

Robin stared back.

"What would people say after they heard you fucked a supervillain?" Ivy smiled wickedly. "A second time, too! What would your boss say?"

Ivy leaned forward and pressed her lips against Robin's cheek. She kissed further down until she reached his jaw, moving along his neck.

"But those people don't matter," Ivy whispered. "And besides, no one has to know. It'll be our little secret."

Ivy guided one of his gauntleted hands and raised it to her breast. His other hand slid up to the full swell of her bottom of its own volition. Ivy closed her eyes and moaned as he squeezed her yielding flesh.

Ivy stood up and extended her hand. "Come with me."

Robin reached out and she helped him to her feet. It was then he realised the toxin wasn't a paralytic. He was horny as hell, but he could move!

Ivy saw the realisation on his face. "I said it was tailored for you. We can be a little more active this time."

Grabbing his hand, she pulled Robin into a nearby office and pushed him down on a couch. Standing in front of him, Ivy discarded her outfit. She didn't take it off as much as let it fall off in a burst of leaves. She was naked, but kept her long boots and bracelets on. Kneeling down and pushing Robin's legs apart, she deftly undid his trousers and pulled out the young man's stiff cock. Ivy massaged it with one hand and fondled a large tit in the other. She looked up at Robin and pouted coquettishly.

"Did my lips feel good around your dick?" she asked.

Robin nodded. "So good... really good."

"Better than Harley's?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Knew it," Ivy laughed. And with one smooth motion she swallowed his cock whole.

Robin's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt Ivy's warm mouth suck on him. She was more aggressive than he remembered, sliding her mouth up and down his full length with gusto. Robin looked down and met the busty criminal's bright green eyes. Ivy winked up at him and began to play with her plump tits, rolling them around in her hands as she moaned around the mouthful of cock she was taking.

Robin ran his hands through her soft red curls, caressing the smooth skin of her bare shoulders. It was so wrong, but so right. No woman had ever touched him the way Ivy and Harley had. And he'd never thought about any woman like he did about them. For over a fortnight, he could only get to sleep after jerking off to the memory of that night. And even then, they would invade his dreams, with promises of greater pleasure.

Ivy began to swirl her tongue around Robin's cockhead while pumping his shaft in long, powerful strokes. Robin moaned loudly as his pleasure increased. Ivy felt the young man's cock twitch in her hands and stopped pumping. Instead, she shuffled forward and grabbed her hefty boobs. Releasing Robin's cock from her mouth with a pop, she let it fall into her cleavage, smothering him in titflesh. She began to slide her tits up and down his lubricated shaft.

"Oh, Ivy, that feels so good!" Robin groaned.

"Yeah? You like that, Boy Wonder? You like me using my tits on your fat dick?"

Robin nodded. "You're my favourite villain!"

Ivy laughed. "Yeah? Your favourite villain?"

She squeezed her tits tightly around Robin's shaft and teasingly ran her tongue around the head of his cock. "The one you like to catch because she'll do this to you?"

"Yes," Robin moaned. "Definitely, yes!"

Ivy smiled and returned to pumping his dick with her tits. "And that's not the only thing!"

Ivy stood up and slid gracefully onto the couch, her legs on either side of Robin. She rubbed his cock against the warm lips of her inviting pussy, then moaned as she sank onto him.

"Uuuhhhh!"

"Oh, God! Ivy!" Robin groaned.

"Yessss, Robin!" Ivy agreed. "Honey, you fill me up so good!"

Ivy's hot pussy gripped Robin firmly as she rocked on him. Biting her lip, Ivy dropped one hand to play with her clit. Robin reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing the large orbs.

"Play with my nipples!" Ivy ordered.

Robin obliged and began to flick and pinch Ivy's dark green nipples. He was rewarded with a new octave of moans from the lovely redhead. She grabbed a handful of Robin's hair and shoved his face into her cleavage. He began to suck and kiss at her nipples. "Oh, Robin! That's it!"

Ivy tasted like sweat and sin. More of her pheromones were invading Robin's body, driving him further into the depths of desire. He teased a nipple with his tongue and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Ivy squealed with pleasure but felt control slipping away from her. She pushed Robin's head back against the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing and licking around his ear.

"You like how supervillain pussy feels?" Ivy whispered as she bounced harder on Robin's cock.

"Yes!"

"Oh, such a bad boy," Ivy dripped seduction. "You don't want to protect people. You just want to... fuck... a supervillain... like me," Ivy punctuated every statement with a powerful slam down on Robin's cock.

"Maybe we can make this an regular thing," Ivy said, leaning back and playing with her tits again. "You let me escape every now and then, and... well on the times you catch me, I'll just have to show you I've learned my lesson. Prooove how sorry I am."

Ivy brought one of Robin's fingers to her mouth and sucked on it. "And I can prove it all night long."