Arkham City Dryads

Story by WotanAnubis

TITLE: Arkham City Dryads

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Batman: Arkham City or any characters from it. No profit is being made.

PAIRING: Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn

NOTE: And again I give a fic that's probably going to be a one-shot a title befitting the multi-part fic I got stuck in my head. I wonder if that's a good or a bad habit.

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Poison Ivy sat on her throne of leaves, waiting for Harley to arrive. She was somewhat annoyed with herself for doing so, but didn't have much choice. She could sense her approach somehow, in much the same way she could sense the position of the sun (which was currently somewhere on the other side of the planet). And because she knew Harley would soon twirl into her life again, it was pointless to really do anything else because it'd only get rudely interrupted.

A vision of black, red and white somersaulted into Ivy's world of green and struck a pose.

"Hiya, Red!"

"Hello, Harl," Ivy said, trying not to smile.

Harley Quinn jumped onto Poison Ivy's lap and affectionately threw her arms around her shoulders. Her nubile body felt pleasantly warm against Ivy's mostly bare skin.

"How's my favouritest galpal?" Harley asked.

"I'm your only friend," Ivy pointed out. "And I'm fine. You?"

"Totally honky-dory!" Harley replied.

"Oh, Harl," Ivy said, reaching up to stroke her friend's blonde hair. "When will you learn you can't lie to me? And even if you could, it's hardly a secret the Joker is at death's door."

"How'd you know that?" Harley asked. "You keep telling me you're gonna stay out of the city's business."

"Word still reaches me through the grapevine."

"Well, it's totally not true. Mr. J's just a little peaky, that's all. Besides, even if it was true, which it's not, we have a plan in the works that'll fix everything just right."

"And in the meantime, here you are, clinging to me for comfort," Ivy said.

"Comfort? Nah. I'm just here to fuck. Feeling up for some fun?"

"Aren't you the elegant seductress," Ivy said. "And why come to me? The Joker not doing it for you any more?"

"Come on, don't be like that, Red," Harley said, squirming deliciously against Ivy's body. "A girl's got needs, you know?"

"Better than you, I think."

"Welp, let's get started."

Harley jumped out of Ivy's arms and began peeling off her tight leather outfit. Poison Ivy leaned her head to one side as she watched her. There was no teasing, no dancing, no gyrating, not even a single seductive glance or a hint of playfulness. She just stripped as quickly and efficiently as possible.

The Joker really did stand with one foot in the grave, then.

Smiling, Poison Ivy rose slowly from her throne and walked to a workbench she had lovingly crafted by carefully growing a promising tree branch in the right shape. A small row of syringes had been laid out on top of it, each filled with thick, green liquid.

It was true, Ivy didn't have any interest in ruling the decrepit slum that was Arkham City and didn't feel the need to join in on the pointless turf war. But that didn't mean she didn't have a few ambitions of her own.

"What's that you got there?" Harley asked when Poison Ivy turned towards her, syringe in hand.

"A simple gift," Ivy replied. "Give me you arm."

"Didn't you already give me a shot once?" Harley asked, confusion clear in her voice but offering Ivy one of her bare arms anyway.

"This is something different," Ivy said, putting the needle to Harley's skin.

"Ouch."

"Don't worry, Harl, I'll kiss it and make it better," Ivy said while she lowered the plunger.

Once she'd finished injecting Harley with her concoction, Ivy calmly put the empty syringe away, then undid the single button that just barely allowed her top to stay on. The garment fell to the floor, leaving her entirely naked - a state that rarely bothered her unless Harley looked at her green skin with lust in her eyes. Much like she did now, in fact.

Harley innocently put her finger on her bottom lip. "Can I get my kiss now?" she asked.

"Patience, Harl. You'll get what you want."

Poison Ivy moved behind Harley, embraced the naked jester's waist and pulled her close until her bare back pressed too uncomfortably against her green breasts. Harley smelled of greasepaint, meat and lust, a mixture that would have been nauseating had it come from anyone else. She moved her hands up to her friend's breasts and slowly caressed their soft underside.

Harley giggled and sighed while the scent of her lust intensified.

Ivy kissed Harley's neck while her skilled fingers ran across the jester's soft and sensitive skin. She was quite fond of the way those soft globes felt against her palms and delighted in every opportunity she got to play with them. It was such a shame that Harley's tastes tended to be more... direct.

In recognition of Harley's impatient nature, not the mention the fact her injection would soon take effect, Poison Ivy let one hand wander down Harley's athletic body and slip between her legs. Harley tr

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