Girl's Night Out (Jultimagnet)

If there was ONE thing Poison Ivy had had trouble avoiding despite her typical antisocial personality, it was the dreaded ‘Bonnie-and-Clyde’ glorified romance between this sick Jester and her face-painted husband. It seemed like everywhere she went, news of the Joker and his ‘darling’ would follow, despite the awful stories that would surface moments later of how he treated her. So, it seemed to reason that he was an easy way to appeal to a human side of Harley Quinn’s otherwise impenetrable exterior - instead, it seemed only to make her mad. They’ve been separated?! For how long?! Why are humans so complicated?! Ivy barely had time to consider these questions, not to say she wouldn’t have lamented them anyway, as Harley lashed back against her calling attention to her (apparently failed) previous relationship with words as well as a hand, one that hammered against Ivy’s buttocks time and time again. With her fabric still grazing against her cheeks and bringing an omnipresent bite to her bottom, every single slap was only stronger charged now and her skin vibrated with impact after every slap.

“Eeeeee!” Ivy whined, her voice no longer reminiscent of a fear-inspiring villainess but much more akin to that of a spoiled child. “Stop! Stop it! You don’t know who you’re messing with!” She tried to threaten, but given her current circumstance, her attempts to scare Harley off fell flat and simply made her seem more pathetic. Her hand outside of the case uselessly clawed at her leotard to try and force it down, far enough to undo at least the sharp pull Harley was putting onto it but as long as she had both her arms free. Every powerful swat sent jiggles through her flesh and in no time, Poison Ivy’s pale bottom beginning to turn a red not unlike her hair color.

“Nggh…” Ivy eyed the door before wincing, knowing her chances were looking bleak by this point. The sound of gunfire and strife outside had been quiet for some time now. “Harley! I need this gem more than just petty theft! Just release me, and I’ll spare you from Gotham’s destruction…” Ivy hated to hear her own words, wanting more than anything to destroy the city with no survivors - but everything was on the line with the police knocking at their door. “Please…” She murmured, quieter under her voice, still looking to their entrance as the sound of smack’s echoed in the cold vault.

Despite having much more fun slapping Ivy's currently scarlet color bared buns that she originally thought, Harley Quinn was not a dumb villain and knew that time was not currently on her side. Apparently her spankee realized that too because the confident and threatening tone she had worn throughout most of their interaction had completely vanished and was replaced with begging and a small form of bribery.

It was obviously much more boring to slap the ass of a woman who had lost her spunk but Harley couldn't help but respect that fact that the villainess knew when she was in a bad situation and when to give up.

"Hm...very tempting." The clown thought to herself as she continued spanking Ivy with one hand while using her other to keep the red head's free arm from readjusting her leotard. "As much as I admire the view of these cute little cheeks, I'm gonna have to take ya up on that offer!" Harley backed away from Ivy with a giant smile on her face and with her hands on her hips. It wasn't necessarily great acting but she was sure that the second the woman gained her freedom again, any sort of suspicion would vanish almost instantly. Harley Quinn was going to take advantage of that.

"Sike!" Harley shouted at the last second as she winded her arm back before giving Ivy a sharp swat on her reddened rump as the woman was just beginning to stand up and readjust herself. She could already tell Ivy wasn't expecting it considering her reaction which Harley couldn't help but chuckle at.

After a moment of suspense, Ivy sighed with bliss as Harley’s hand stayed up in the air. It was a good thing the Clown was as well known for her brains as Ivy was for her truthfulness - to let her go. As if. Once she had the gem ready to dissolve Gotham and Metropolis, she’d give the rest of humanity a broadcasted pre-show of this vixen being tortured by her own vines. How, she hadn’t decided yet, but it was awfully tempting to imagine giving her a taste of her own medicine. Hearing this court fool’s yelps and squeals as harsh whips of grass lashed against her pale white ass and tore her ridiculous, slutty shorts to bits. Harley had a different idea.

“WHAP.” In her moment of vulnerability, a final firm slap applied to Ivy’s seat sent ripples through her tush, jolting her body forward. “HARLEY!” She yelped with surprise, watching the diamond roll on the tip of the palm of her hand. “Oh, no, no, no!” Ivy lamented, hopelessly, as her fingers clung to the prized gem, but the sweat worked up atop them only had her hand slippier. The diamond began to slip from her fingers, and Ivy sucked in her breath with anticipation - before her thinnest vine still wrapped around her finger caught and reeled it back. Ivy exhaled softly. The vine then snapped, and the gem fell.

Instantly, an alarm began blaring in their location, flashing red lights blinding both girls as the safe doors slammed shut and locked tightly. Ivy’s eyes widened with fear. “No-!” She gasped, yanking her hand back hard against the glass only to find herself still helplessly trapped. Ivy turned to Harley with eyes of fury, though hardly threatening when her butt was still roasted a ruby red. “You… idiot! Do you have any idea what you just did?!” Ivy growled.

"Whoops." Harley muttered as the diamond was dropped and the safe door was suddenly closed. The loud siren only made the whole situation much worse as the woman turned to Ivy with an angry expression. "Why are ya blamin' me, butter fingers! You can go ahead and have fun getting caught with your...your...apple butt cheeks while I get outta here!" The villain was much too frustrated to think of a well thought out insult and instead focused on running towards the vault door and doing her best to open it.

Harley spent a good while tugging on the locked door uselessly while shouting angrily at her thugs, who had undoubtedly made a break for it by now, to let her out. Once she finally gave up, the clown kicked the door hard only for her to yelp immediately after and grip her foot in pain. Harley pouted for a bit to herself before slowly turning towards the still trapped Poison Ivy.

"Well if my ass is going to get caught then I might as well have some more fun with yours!" Harley weakly smiled as she began stomping towards the bent over red head with her leotard still firmly between her scarlet colored rear. The smile began to grow as the criminal began to walk closer and closer to her target with her hand raised high; Harley was mere seconds away from slapping her favorite pair of buns until a loud noise suddenly caught her attention: the sound of the safe door being opened.

"I didn't expect your escape to be this slow, Harl-" A burly man wearing a mask and suit resembling a bat entered the room only to pause suddenly at the sight before him. It wasn't very easy to get the normally stoic dark knight flustered but the sight he saw before him forced him to stop mid sentence. First of all, he entered the museum expecting only the culprit guilty of exploding the giant wall by the front entrance but was surprised to see a certain red haired villain along with her. The man also wasn't expecting to see Poison Ivy herself in a compromising position with her rear painted a bright shade of red and Harley with her hand in the air not too far away from it's clear target. It didn't take a genius to connect the puzzle pieces together.

"Oh, bats! I'm one step ahead of ya, I was teaching Miss Ivy here what happens to naughty girls who steal!" Harley gave the Batman a giant grin which he didn't seem impressed with.

"Give up, both of you. Not only am I here but the GCPD is surrounding this whole place; I would suggest not going to prison with any bruises. The other inmates won't be as impressed as you might think." The rough voice spoke in a threatening yet calm manner.

Harley pretended to think about it before going on her knees and putting her hands on her head. She knew when she was fighting a battle she couldn't win and there was no point getting roughed up at this point. "Were you always so charming, B-man? I would suggest that you give my friend Ivy here a good smack on her cherries while you can though, they won't be that exposed forever!" Batman only shook his head and pulled out a pair of handcuffs in preparation to arrest the two criminals.

As sirens blared and doors were locked, Ivy’s fast-thinking villainess’s mind worked to think her way out of this situation. Harley seemed more interested in busting her way out through force, but even if that succeeded, cops and crooks alike were waiting on the other side to retrieve the diamond. Her city-wide annihilation had never been so close and yet it felt farther away than ever now. Her hand was trapped, her powers useless in a concrete cage, and worst of all… her bright, glowing ass still sat out uncovered and freshly spanked red. Ivy grit her teeth viciously trying to find a way to salvage this lost cause. The solution began to piece together! Surrender herself to the cops, deliver a few seductive smooches to incapacitate the whole team, slip away into the dark with no one knowing of her embarrassing handling by Harley… except for the clown girl herself. And who would trust an insane jester behind bars?

Speaking of said insane jester, Harley’s inability to take anything seriously derailed Ivy’s train of thought as she reapproached, that same crazed glint in her eyes with her white palm - turned a faint pink from friction - was thrown back into the air again. Struggling to force her hand outside the glass, Ivy shut her eyes tightly and grimaced. “Harley! No-” She gasped, only for the same noise to catch her words in her throat.

Throwing her gaze towards the sound of a new figure, Ivy expected to see her police men, busting in to catch her and Harley… ‘red-handed.’ It would be a miserable few moments of embarrassment before she could sneak off after kissing them all to sleep, but at least she would make her get-away. What awaited Ivy was much, much worse. The shadow of a well-stocked man, pointed ears on-top with a cape billowing behind.

“Unbelievable…” Ivy whispered. Of all places, for the Batman to show up? And of all times? Without any good back-up plan for this scenario, Ivy began jamming her hand hard against the glass while Harley merely complied. “No. No! No!” She grunted to herself, shutting her eyes from the stress until the sound of approaching footsteps had her pausing, one opening to look behind her as the Dark Knight approached. Sweat accumulated on Ivy’s forehead, certain a stoic man such as himself wouldn’t take up Quinn’s suggestion, but after what she had been through today, Ivy wasn’t taking any chances. After-all, she currently was trapped with a rosey red buttocks on show for her greatest arch-nemesis, not to mention the leaves of her leotard still wedged up her behind. Ivy swallowed harshly.

The arrest had gone relatively smoothly for Batman and it didn't involve any extra smacks to Pamela's crimson sore butt which Harley Quinn couldn't help but pout at. Even though she enjoyed slapping the villain's rear, she also blamed Ivy for her capture just as much as Ivy blamed her and didn't regret even a single swat she gave the seductress.

The masked hero didn't risk giving Ivy even a second to use her freed hands once he helped her out of the glass casing and immediately handcuffed her; this meant that she couldn't adjust her leotard so a good part of her bared cheeks were exposed. The clown giggled and stuck her tongue out at her current rival as they were led out of the museum and inevitably to either a cop car or the bat mobile.

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Harley groaned in annoyance even as she was finally taken to her cell by one of the guards. Being known as the Joker's lover was still something the women was trying to shake off as the cops had spent a good long while making sure she didn't have any secret trinkets or weapons hidden on her body that would help her escape or harm anyone. Even after she was forced to wear an ugly bright orange colored jumpsuit, which was a one piece resembling some sort of dress, and nothing else.

The villainess figured that it would only be a matter of time before her goons broke her out of here so she decided to be a good girl despite the occasional joke or insult to the guards. The officer that was leading her to her cell in the notoriously well know Arkham Asylum was particularly annoyed with her antics and was shoving Harley forward after every few steps.

"Here's your stop. I suggest either of you don't cause any problems or there'll be consequences." The guard opened the medal door of a particular cell with her large key and Harley couldn't help but smile widely at the sight of who her cell mate was: Poison Ivy.

Harley walked into the cage and once the guard left, widened her arms in an attempt to hug Pamela. "Well if it isn't my best buddy, Red! How's those cute little cheeks of yours holdin' up?" Harley paused for a second before whispering in a condescending voice. "I don't mean the ones on ya face by the way!"

“How do I come back from this?” The dreadful question repeated in Ivy’s mind time and time again as she was escorted from the Gotham archives into a police car, her wedged and brightly beaten bottom visible by all journalists, incapacitated criminals and cops who had arrived at the scene to arrest her.

The Arkham staff surely didn’t notice her already overly-humiliating situation, and so she was walked through the many halls of the asylum until she was moved into a proper changing facility, putting her in sight of many caged villains like herself. By the time she was back in her cell, nursing a sore rear while laid back against her uncomfortable bed, Ivy’s mind was fried for ideas.

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Tired of moping, Pamela threw her legs off the side of her bed. “Enough of this! I was mere seconds from victory when that clown stole it from me. But I will succeed.” She pep-talked herself. “And when I do, no one will be left to remember or mock me for this set-back.” Ivy shook her head, eyeing her own reflection in the stainless, cold steel of her bench. “At least, things can only go back up from here.”

“Red!”

As if some sadistic deity up above had heard her bold thought and decided to humor her, Pamela turned right back around as the door to her cell shut again, leaving her in isolation with… her. The girl who got her caught, got her put in this dehumanizing position in the first place. The police must’ve made the mistake of thinking they were partners in the crime! “You.” Ivy greeted much less warmly, grabbing Harley’s wrist as she opened her arms out and yanking her hand in front of her. “Do you have any IDEA what you cost me?!”

"Whoa! A little aggressive there, Red! Prison really brings out the worst in a woman huh?" Harley grinned as Ivy roughly scolded her. This was the reaction the clown woman expected as she was just as angry with her new roommate about the incident that got them both caught but was handling it in a completely different manner. "Well my first guess would be your dignity. I mean, I don't know many bad guys who get spanked on the bare ass before getting caught ya know!"

Harley Quinn knew she couldn't get revenge on Poison Ivy by harming her physically so she had a different approach: she was going to destroy the woman mentally. If there was one thing she knew as a former psychiatrist, she knew how to get in people's minds and annoy the ever living shit out of them. The red head in front of her was unlucky enough to get her as her roommate and was now going to pay for it with her mental health.

The villain pretending to think about Ivy's question before shrugging. "I really can't think of anything else I cost ya, I'm gonna have to buy a vowel for 100!"

“Dignity” was actually a spot-on answer, yet Ivy was not any more satisfied with her new clown companion. Killing her cellmate was an easy way to guarantee an even more difficult escape from this hellhole, though, so Ivy settled for a glare of knives into Harley’s soul as she lowered her wrist beneath her, tugging her closer so their faces were mere centimeters apart. No lick of the same subtlety she kept to her approach before - Ivy’s entire expression read of unadulterated loathing and every intention of getting her revenge.

But how, Ivy asked, would she properly punish this harlot in a satisfying way? There was no chance she could get away with hurting her. The cells were surveyed - she’d be caught, apprehended and confined within minutes. Apprehended. Suddenly, a light-bulb went off in Ivy’s head.

“Oh, you don’t know, do you?” She growled. “You will.”

With a spin, Pamela didn’t even budge from her position as Harley was swung around her, first dragged along the floor and then thrust over the hard steel of the metal beds they were expected to sleep on. Before Harley could get up, Ivy was on her, planting a bent knee on her cellmate’s back and keeping her pinned underneath to the bed below her.

“Say you don’t know any other ‘bad guys’ that suffered the same hell you put me through?!” Poison Ivy hissed, “I’ll increase the list by one, then!” Her mind was made up, now - her left hand dropped down and put pressure against Harley’s wrist, leaving her right free to smack away at the thinly-covered butt prepared next to her. Before she made any quick actions, though, Pamela looked up to the camera rooted in her cell corner - to be sure Harley was framed in the middle of the action.

Now, for this plan to work, all she needed was for Harley to stay still. She had a plan for that as well. Slipping down the crease of her finger, the smallest vine salvaged from her previous failed break-in attempt tickled down Harley’s hand and began coiling her fingers together, tying up her wrists to keep from any prolonged struggle.

"Come on, Red! Y-" Harley Quinn's smile disappeared for a moment as she felt herself being dragged towards the bed and roughly tossed over it face first; she was too caught off guard to counter but it wasn't like fist fights were one of the clown's strong suits anyways, she enjoyed toys and large mallets much more anyways.

The woman couldn't help but grunt a bit as she felt pressure being pushed against her back holding her completely still and barely giving her the ability to even able to squirm. Harley would be lying if she didn't admit that fear struck her for a moment as she was put in this compromising position and felt her hands being tied behind her back with vines, which quite clearly reminded her of another situation that had occurred not too long ago but the bad news was that she wasn't on the side that she preferred to be on.

Common sense immediately filled Harley's head as she relaxed her body and began to calm herself down from her short moment of worry. This was clearly just a bluff considering there was a camera in the very corner of the room which guards were watching at this very second if not very soon. If Ivy was going to harm her in any way, the plant covered villain would be spending much more time in Arkham than she would like!

Harley turned her head to look at the red head as best as she could before giving her a smug grin. "Aww, come on now, Red! I didn't see you as the type to like all this rough and kinky shit...actually yes I do now that I think about it." It was clear in the villainess's expression that she was attempting to call out Ivy's bluff.