Girl's Night Out (Jultimagnet)

Reeling her head back, Ivy smiled cockily as Harley was hooked on her plan. Admittedly, flattery from Harley was not the kind she was usually looking for, nor was making plans with her in a shack out in the middle of nowhere even close to where she wanted her villainess career to take her, but for the circumstances, things weren’t looking too bad then. Still, she wasn’t trusting her new partner in crime just yet. The closer Harley got, the further Ivy would scoot her chair away, keeping a perked eyebrow up to show her suspicion.

“I gave you a plan that won’t get you instantly killed by super-powered do-gooders.” Ivy scowled, “And we’ll talk about the future of that little butt of yours after our plan is finished. Understand?” Even if Harley wasn’t a predictable, easy-to-work-with henchmen yet, Ivy could see about making her into one...

“Now, what assets do you have to help us bring this plan together…?”

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The answer was a set of eager henchmen willing to put their heads on the line if it meant pleasing the clown princess. Harley and Ivy wasted no time. It took a day full of bickering and disorganized plan-forming, but now, the two were out, lurking near Park Row after making short work of a few gas station heists and similar petty crimes. Crooks were positioned in several nearby locations, making sure that by the time Batman arrived to stop them, he’d be within range of hearing their victim.

The Joker made his way around town in a purple lamborghini when he wasn’t locked up in prison, so why, Ivy would ask, was she currently cooped up in a dusty old van? He must have kept it and lended this dust wagon to Harley, she could only assume. Now was no time for complaining, though - an unsuspecting young man with no doubt a heavy wallet was nearing the alleyway neighboring the botanist.

“Follow him.” Ivy leaned up next to Harley and hissed. Information relayed to them by her positioned crooks told her ‘the Bat’ wasn’t far. “Make him scream. That should buy me more than enough time.” She nodded.

A grin appeared on Harley's face as Ivy and she finally arrived at their destination after hours and hours of planning and such but it was finally time to put this idea into action! The sight of a lone man walking alone in the dark in some deserted area as if this were a horror movie only made her smile more devilishly; the woman loved having fun and this plan had 'fun' all over it! She whispered one last comment to her partner before leaving the van, "Luckily for us, I have a habit of making cuties scream."

Harley Quinn slowly made her way towards the alleyway while pretending to admire the rather shitty view around her as if it were completely normal to see a woman resembling a clown wearing a tattered shirt and holding a small knife in her right hand. It was if the timing was perfect. Harley had reached the sidewalk just as the man was nearly passing it; the villain's loud footsteps caused the man to turn in irritation to see who was walking so loudly in the middle of the night before his eyes widened at what he saw...an A-list villainess who had not only just escape Arkham but was holding a sharp weapon in her hand.

"Hey, hey, hey! Where do ya think you're going, mister?" Harley gripped the stranger by the collar of his suit just as he was about to run away before shoving him deeper into the alleyway next to them and then shoving him against the wall, her knife mere inches away from his throat. "So what do ya got for me money bags? Besides that handsome face of course!"

"Please! Take whatever you want, just don't kill me!" The man begged as he pulled his wallet out from his pants and tossed it onto the floor. The villain only chuckled at that as she brought the knife and began to lightly drag it across his cheek, causing the man to scream from fear as if he were being tortured. It wouldn't be difficult for Harley at all to continue 'playing' with the victim considering this was her favorite part of the job!

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Despite popular belief, the Dark Knight was a human being that could bleed and could only be one place at one just like every other person who lived in Gotham. Whenever Bruce was too busy dealing with a certain clown or some other major bad guy, he asked for help dealing with the smaller problems within the city. That was why Barbara Gordon, also know as Batgirl, made her way across buildings and down streets throughout Gotham searching for any misdeeds to put a stop to.

The red head certainly has had a very busy night tonight ranging from gas station robberies to plain old muggings. It wasn't anything the heroine couldn't handle but it did get exhausting and annoying after a particular point. The last thing Batgirl expected was to hear screams in the middle of the night only to find the one and only Harley Quinn tormenting some poor civilian in a dark alleyway. Normally she would call backup from Robin or even the GCPD when seeing such a well know and powerful bad guy but the clown's intimating aura has only gone down hill ever since separating with the Joker. She hadn't done very many large crimes outside of robbing a bank where she got caught spanking Poison Ivy, as odd as it was hearing about that, and was arrested on the spot. So Barabra figured she could handle her alone easily.

The red head deepened her voice slightly in hopes of sounding more forceful as she crossed the street before shouting, "Enough! Let her go, Quinn!"

Harley turned towards Batgirl with wide eyes almost immediately. She seemed to be shocked for some reason but Barbara didn't really care enough to bother why; fortunately the man used this time to rip himself from the woman's grip and grab his wallet from the floor before sprinting the down the sidewalk...it seems like he has his priorities straight.

"Well then! I didn't expect to see you here, baby Bats! Isn't it past your bed time by now?" Harley seemed to recover quickly from her shock as she turned to face Batgirl. Barbara clenched her teeth at the clear disrespect. While she had to admit that even she did her best to be like the ever so intimidating Batman but it was hard to replicate his muscular stature and earn his impressive resume being physically smaller than him and fighting less powerful villains. All Barbara could do was ignore the taunts and fight...though the more Harley spoke, the more she began to strike nerves. "So where is daddy bats at anyways? Does he know you're being naughty a naughty little girl by sneaking out so late?"

"Enough talking. How about we communicate another way instead?" Batgirl asked as she clenched her fists. Harley seemed to be wanting to look towards the Botanist next door...she seemed to look nervous and impatient for some reason or another.

“Ugh.” Ivy didn’t honor Harley’s quip with a response. One day on the job and she had heard references to their first ‘encounter’ a thousand times too many. With Quinn out of the car, Ivy at least had the privacy to hide her blush to herself at having been called ‘cutie’ while taking the wheel of the van. It wasn’t as if she liked that. She wasn’t cute. She was fierce! Beautiful, yes, but not cute! A respectable villainess! Damn it!

And maybe, maybe, Harley was a bit of a doll herself, even under all that make-up. She’d never tell her that or even hint at that, though - the girl was vain enough already, heavens.

The sound of a squeal did confirm that she was at least good at what she did. With the van in park, Ivy left the doors unlocked as she slipped out the front and snuck through the cover of darkness to the closed botany market. One quick look down both sides of the street confirmed she had the right of way. And anyone who might be nearby would definitely be focusing on Harley right then, not her. She stepped up to the barred windows of the flower shop and took in an eyeful of all the plants and poinsettias the florist had to offer…

“Let’s hope they kept something alive in here…” Ivy sighed. A stroke of her hand, and a batch of Jasmine bushes by the front door did her bidding. Their long and slender vines made short work out of the lock, before snaking back into their flower pots as Ivy let herself into the store, the natural essence of fresh plant-life around her refreshing her sinister intentions… and only fueling her anger, by how much of it was killed and desecrated for human decoration.

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Admittedly, Ivy had gotten distracted. Windows were shattered, tubs were spilled over, pots were broken. In no time, the floor of the florist store was covered in thick layers of vines, while flowers bled up and down the walls and grass hung from the ceiling. Time had been lost on Ivy as she worked only on her own schedule, the sounds of a yelping man mere background music to her reclaiming of the plant-life… until a new voice joined them.

Ivy frowned. Either Batman was suffering from a serious head-cold, or their bait hadn’t caught the right fish.

Sneaking below the nearest window facing the outside alleyway, Ivy glared through the iron bars and saw what she was least hoping to see. Batgirl. Damn vigilantes were getting out of hand these days. Harley could take her on her own, she was sure, but all the plants surrounding her had helped her conjure up a considerable grudge against all things human… and so, with a wave of her hands, the cracks in the bricks became an easy entry point to the outside for an army of growing vines.

From outside, a small daisy would rear it’s head from the hole in the wall. Innocent and cute, the flower didn’t nearly forebode of the real oncoming threat - and without a warning, a Lovecraftian monster of messy vines were burst forth from that crack in the bricks and seize Batgirl’s wrist, another reaching and wrapping around her legs before she could even toss a Batarang.

The door to the Botanist would burst open, the hinges of the building even covered in grassy roots. “Why can’t the Batman show up when anyone wants him too?” A sultry voice would ask from inside, until Ivy revealed herself, stepping out from the shadows and cornering Batgirl from behind. Her vines would pull themselves free from the hole in the wall, a mass of green grass and sludge that balled it’s way towards Barbara and tied her two legs and wrists together.

“We had a date with your boss, tonight…” Ivy shook her head, “So sad to see he’s stood us up. We’ll have to send him a message.” Her red eyebrow perked up as she looked to her partner. “Won’t we, Harley?”

"What the-" Batgirl gasped as her arms and legs were suddenly grasped by vines escaping from seemingly nowhere just as the red head gripped a batarang and was seconds away from hurling it at Harley. She guessed the name of the villain who caused this before she had even revealed herself. "Poison Ivy." Barbara hissed as the seductress revealed herself speaking to the heroine as if she were one of the many men and women she attempted to beguile.

Batgirl had no issue ignoring Ivy's taunts; had she pointed out that Bruce wasn't her boss then all the villainess would do was use this soft spot to her advantage which was annoying in itself. What Barbara was more shocked about was the fact that Poison Ivy and Harley were...working together? Harley's giggle and proud response to her fellow villain only confirmed this, "You bet ya! I was never a fan of 'tell this to your leader' messages though so I think we gotta be a liiiiiiittle more creative with our friend Miss Batsy here!"

"When did you start working together? I thought you were enemies!" Batgirl questioned. She asked partly because she was curious but also because she still had her sharp batarang in her hand and was slowly cutting the vines with the sharp edge, using her wrists movements to move it back and forth. She knew Harley Quinn got distracted rather easily so it shouldn't be too difficult to get her ranting.

The clown laughed hysterically just as she predicted before giving her partner next to her a firm slap on the butt. "I wouldn't call us enemies, more like we had 'creative differences!' Good ol' Red here and I decided that two was betta than one so we're partners now! It worked now, didn't it?"

"I wouldn't be so sure!" Barbara used Harley's talking and how caught off Pamela was because of the sudden spank to cut through the vine holding her right arm and chucking her batarang at Harley Quinn. The woman stared wide eyed and dodged just in time for the weapon to slightly graze her cheek, leaving a small slash as a drip of blood slid down her face. Batgirl then quickly cut her other arm free and reached for another batarang, aiming it directly at Ivy.

Harley Quinn quickly lunged at the heroine just in time to wrap her arms around Batgirl, preventing her from moving since she had yet to free her legs from the other vines and Gian her ability to kick and move her lower body. Harley held on tight but it was only a matter of time before the more athletic Batgirl broke free. Quinn shouted, "I could use a little help any second now, Red!"

Perfect! Ivy’s smug smile only thinly veiled her look of pure excitement to see her plant trap having worked. Of course it worked, she reminded herself, she was a professional villain, after-all. What did she even need Harley for, anyway? Well, her clown sidekick - and she was the sidekick, for the record - had done a good job providing the distraction. To reward her, Ivy was much too comfortable sliding her arm over Harley’s shoulder as she joined her by the side. Batgirl posed a good question: Um, were they still enemies? The friendly hold Harley had on her and the shared end goal said no, but she wasn’t about to say she was friends with the clown, persay.

“Don’t count on-“ Ivy began to respond but, naturally, Harley had to have the first word. As well as the first smack. Ivy jolted awake - did Harley just give her a spank in front of their arch-nemesis?! How close did she think they were?! Even if she had agreed to join her team, the two were NOT on such informal terms and - ...in her frustrated rage, hands balled, eyes furious and lips hissing, it occurred to Ivy. What were her plants up to? The answer was ‘nothing.’ The vines, devoid of command, loosened and slipped right off Batgirl’s wrists… and then cut like butter as she was released.

“HARLEY!” Ivy squealed while she watched her delicate vines slump to the floor at Barbara’s feet. The poor flowers only now had seen freedom and so soon, had been decimated by Batgirl’s blade… oh, and Harley was hit too, she guessed. Without missing a beat, Ivy curled her hands back, tightening the vines that tangled Batgirl’s feet like ropes; but the batarang aimed right for her head made her have to sacrifice focus for safety, swinging her head out of the way to dodge while Harvey dived into action. With Batgirl apprehended, Harley’s well-being took a backseat to her precious plants. Determined to pull them from harm’s way, Ivy swung back and released the vines from Batgirl’s legs, the bulk of the plants flattening against the sidewalk and spreading across the ground.

“You know how to play with toys.” Ivy growled, then swinging her hand towards the struggling Batgirl. “Let’s see how you fair without them!” On her command, two delicate vines sprung from the ground, spry with thorns and flowers on the side as they snaked up Barbara’s legs and weeded inside the girl’s utility belt. The vines got to work, wrapping around her belt’s buckle and slipping inside the claspe to open and release the tools inside, the other vine keeping it secure and ready to whip it away when the time came.

Barbara's eyes widened from behind her mask. While she was finally released from the vines holding her legs, the woman had no time to react, thanks to Harley Quinn still firmly holding onto her arms, and one of Poison's Ivy's vines had caused her utility belt's weapons to fall to the floor uselessly. Even though she could technically still grab and use them, it would be a pointless endeavor considering both villains would see which weapon the heroine was using ahead of time and dodge it effortlessly!

At least with her new found freedom, Batgirl swiped one of her legs backwards so Harley lost her balance before pushing the villainous clown off of her and jumping backwards so her back was to a brick wall. In front of her was Ivy and Harley. "This is your last chance, both of you! If you give up now then there'll be no problems; try to fight and things won't end up they way you think they will!" Despite her confident word choice, the small voice crack in Batgirl's voice clearly didn't threaten her enemies whatsoever. While the red head was a better than average fighter than could beat any number of normal thugs, these were top notch villains who knew their way around a fight, especially with Ivy having her plants as an advantage. She was clearly outnumbered here.

Since the green skinned villainess was clearly the biggest threat, Batgirl couldn't help but turn slightly towards her, mostly all if not the majority of her attention was on those vines which were holding onto her limbs not too long ago...though underestimating the other woman was the hero's first mistake.

"Nah, I think this'll end exactly how we want it to!" Harley suddenly charged at Batgirl. Barbara turned at the sound of the voice but Quinn was much too fast for her to do anything as the clown woman once again wrapped her arms from under Batgirl's and yanked her backwards so her back was leaning against the wall. Thanks to the much tighter grip, the heroine was unable to do anything besides kick her legs and yell useless threats such as, "Let me go this second or else!"

This left the oh so powerful super hero in an uncomfortable position with her head over Harley's shoulder and slightly bent over; the woman's ass was now in the air, her butt clearly stretching the tight fabric of her costume.

Harley couldn't help but giggle at this. "What's up with you super heroes and your tights and shit? I mean if you're gonna show your ass off so much you might as well just straight up ask someone to spank it!" The villain grinned, practically feeling Batgirl fighting the urge to blush at the comment before turning to Ivy. "Come on, Red! We spent all that time planning this shit just for this chick to mess it all up...might as well have some fun while she's here!"

With Batgirl released and now dealing with Harley, Ivy turned a blind eye to her coworker and dropped to her knees, scraping together the severed vines like limp pasta that strung around her hands. Fires lit in her eyes just watching the decapitated flowers keel over, and all the rage that burned inside those irises pointed right back up at the cowled superheroine making trouble with Harley. Even after having been embarassed by Harley's... general 'Harley-ness' earlier, Ivy was the last thing you'd want to see in a dark alleyway just then. The night cast a shadow over her face, leaving only her chlorophyll-colored eyes piercing the darkness and staring right at Batgirl.

With a simple raise of her hand, vines beneath Ivy's feet that had seeped into the cracks and curves of the sidewalk rumbled and drew forth, snaking along the ground slowly like a pair of famished snakes, eyeing Barbara like a wounded deer. That out-stretched finger pointed it's red nails down at Batgirl and it was clear where the vines were headed - nowhere, because she was only making a distraction. One that Harley took.

And thank goodness, Harley took her cue. It was no wonder she was a valuable teammate, since she had worked as a duo for so much of her 'career.' Snapping into action, Ivy stood right back up to her feet, severed vines still in hand and her overgrowth still spreading towards the brick walls that Harley and Batgirl struggled against while she watched. A part of her had more than half a mind to let the vines continue growing, over-taking Batgirl and simply growing her body into the wall... and, well, if Harley was in the way when that happened, there might be some collateral damage. It happens.

She repressed that part of her personality, but wasn't any less hungry for proper vengeance for her fallen flora. So, in no mood for jokes, Ivy's eyes slanted, pointing back to herself to summon a vine up from the floor. Though... what Harley said... could they, really? To apprehend and give the likes of Batgirl a spanking, on par with the ones she and her coworker had given each other. Ivy dismissed the thought instantly at first, but the more she came to think about it? Well, killing the poor vigilante wouldn't send much of a message to the Batman, now would it?

A green tendril pried itself out out from the concrete and stood up like an obedient tentacle, following Pamela's conducting hand. "She may not be useless to us." Ivy didn't blink. "But we will have to be creative with how we get her to talk."

"Put her down, Harley." Ivy demanded, the tentacle noodling it's way up and over Quinn's shoulder and wrapping first, over Batgirl's legs, then, snaking up past her waist and coiling over her arms. Another vine came from beneath and gripped her foot, yanking the girl out from Harley's grasp and sliding her down her shoulder. Before Batgirl could react, her vines snapped into action, pulling together like a rubber band and arching Barbara over so that her wrists were tied down to her knees with one thick, green rope keeping her hunched over.

Slowly regaining that pep in her step, Ivy strut her stuff back up to Batgirl's body. Rather fiercly, she grabbed the ears of Barbara's cowl, while her other hand put down a single finger on the thin spandex of the heroine's back. Ivy strode her finger along Batgirl's spine, letting the nail tap against her every few steps to remind her of her helplessness. "Any ideas?"

Vines surrounding Batgirl's legs and hands, practically cementing her inability to escape from not only the alleyway but even this very compromising position right now! Batgirl's heart raced but she did her best to keep a calm demeanor on the outside; if the villains figured out just how fearful the woman was currently then she might as well write her own death warrant!

"I'm warning, you don't do this!" The red head winced once she felt Poison Ivy roughly grab her by the mask with one hand and uncomfortably slowly rub her back with her other hand. While she still feared the worst about what was about to happen, the close proximity and the light caresses still made Barbara blush slightly. "You won't get away with this...Batman will be here any second now. If you give up now then you won't get hurt."

A laugh escape Harley's lips as she skipped towards the tied up heroine. "Aww, save the lies Batty Cakes! If Batman was coming then he'd be here by now so grow some balls and take this like a grown woman...or maybe not, your name isn't Bat woman for a reason after all." The villain grinned before turning towards Ivy so she could continue playing along.

"Good question, Red! I do have an idea on how to get this chick to talk to us but I'm gonna ask you in a riddle...courtesy of our good friend da riddler of course!" Harley giggled before leaning a bit closer to her partner in crime.

"Here it is: So there's this annoying little goody two shoes who thinks she's all that! She has really long hair that's oh so fun to play with." The clown proved her point by pulling on Batgirl's hair, earning a barely audible yelp from the victim. "The thing is, she also has two different pairs of cheeks. One pair of cheeks are aaaaalways hidden despite how bubbly they are..." Harley paused before laughing.

"Aww forget it! I was always real shitty when it came to thinkin' of riddles! I'll just ask a question instead: which is going to be redder by the time we're finished here? The hair or the cheeks?" Harley grinned mischievously, glancing from Ivy to the 'pair of cheeks' she was hinting at.

“Aww…” Ivy half-sighed, half chuckled. “I hope he does. We’d love to have a word with him, too…”

The longer Ivy worked with Harley, the longer she actually found benefits with partnering with the clown. Sure, her ideas and mannerisms were zany, crazed, and generally outright dangerous, but sometimes Ivy had those ideas herself… and she couldn’t just execute them. What, the Poison Ivy, proposing something as silly as spanking the Batgirl when she was caught in her grasp? She’d never get away with that. But Harley could. And even by the end of her odd riddled ranting, a long, vicious smile had already broken out on Ivy’s lips.

She didn’t waste a second. That relaxing finger Ivy was drawing down Batgirl’s back turned into a flat palm that pushed her over further, stretching the tight fabric of her spandex suit to show off every curve of her youthful ass. Ivy’s eyes flashed with eagerness. “You killed my lovely plants.” Ivy reminded her, her voice grave and unforgiving. “I think some payback is in order.”

Strutting around the side of Batgirl’s bent-over body, Ivy positioned herself in front, grabbing the girl’s chin and cupping her head between two fierce grips. She herself bent down, putting their eyes on about equal level while her hips swayed behind her with a flair of flirtatious wickedness. “Harley,” Ivy opened. Of course she had half a mind to take over the spanking start to finish, get her money’s worth, but the only thing better than commandeering this whole experience would be saving herself as best for last. So that’s what she’d do. “You have the honors.” Ivy chuckled lowly.

Barbara wasn't sure what she had expected in return from the villains after her empty threat but she did have to admit that she had a small amount of hope that she'd get out of this situation unscarred if she sounded confident enough in this hopeless and humiliating position...but the second Poison Ivy mentioned her dead planets and revenge, it was pretty obvious that things weren't looking so good.

"Ugh!" A squeak came out of Batgirl's mouth as the villainess firmly gripped her head. Even though the red head had waved off Ivy's flirtatious remarks whenever she normally fought the woman, for some reason it was much harder to not be embarrassed now; she tried to turn her head and avoid eye contact but Ivy rather easily kept her head still. She tried to resort to shutting her eyes in hopes the black in her vision would help her think of a way to escape!

Harley grinned madly. "Why thank you, Red! I never took you as a gal with manners!" The clown wasted no time looking down and aiming her sight at the two cheeks in front of her which were practically begging to escape their imprisonment: the tight fabric the heroine was currently wearing. Harley was more than excited to get to the good part right away but decided to force herself to hold back since Ivy seemed like the type of villain who enjoyed taking her time...and Quinn didn't want to upset her and start an argument now of all times!

Harley Quinn didn't want to do the same old thing as she did with Ivy in the museum; that would be more than boring! So instead of getting Batgirl's bottom soft pats to embarrass her, the first swat was a hard smack. Harley earned the response she wanted as Barbara yelped loudly and jolted forward sharply from the sudden sting. The clown grinned as she wasted no time slapping the perky buns before her with renewed vigor and with an impressive amount of strength, wanting to turn the pale bottom under those tights pink in no time.

"H-hey! St-AH! Stop!" Batgirl felt her cheeks slowly become a crimson color as her other pair of cheeks were slapped repeatedly from the back...this was not what the heroine was expecting to happen! Who in the world spanks their enemy? She began to fight desperately for freedom from this humiliating punishment but couldn't move an inch thanks to the vines holding her down.

Barbara couldn't really tell what was more embarrassing. The way her ass stuck out in the air for the villains' viewing pleasure, the hand that repeatedly made contact with her bottom...which was much more painful than she expected and was earning many yelps and squeaks despite her best effort to stay quiet! Though what might have been the most embarrassing was the fact that Batgirl lurched forward with every painful smack, getting closer and closer to ivy's face which was mere inches away from her. The hero did her best to adjust her head but Ivy's tight grip kept her still as she felt her face was getting closer and closer to the villainess.

"What is wrong with you, you can't do this!" She cried.