Girl's Night Out (Jultimagnet)

The guard of the Gotham museum’s vault, responsible for storing dozens of countless artifacts, sat slumped over beneath a control panel with an open door he was supposed to keep closed behind him. Trailing into the storage area was an iridescent trail of green pollen, small, grass-colored orbs that floated daintily down to earth, marking their trail as one made freshly a few minutes ago. Sure enough, a peek into the vault would reveal a pale woman with firey red hair dropped down to her shoulders; wide hips, a curvy, thin figure and a sway when she walked that showed she was familiar with her generous body. She wore a medium-sized, red dress, down to her knees with a beige trench-coat sat on-top with a black beret over her head… which she shed within seconds of entering the vault. The coat fell to the floor, the hat following, and the dress’s straps were removed, sultrily working it’s way off the woman’s body until it too, laid alone by the ground, revealing an infamous, tight green leotard seemingly made of out leaves.

Petty theft was hardly Pamela Isley’s, known better to Gotham residents as Poison Ivy’s realm of crime. That was ordinarily left up Catwoman, but with the feline burglar nowhere to be seen, the gem stored within the museum compound was her’s for the taking. While the diamond certainly held a heavy price tag, ransom or black markets weren’t what Pamela had in mind for the shiny stone; instead, she intended to smash it to bits, the small pieces of the jewel being a powerful fueling agent for a weapon that could level the concrete jungles of Metropolis and Gotham both, and return the landscape to the soil that owned it before.

While total eco-domination was a long-time dream of hers, there was no smile on her face as Poison Ivy approached the reward. Firstly, it was hard for any villains to feel excited for their goals when in Gotham - even with their plans executed to a finish, their work would be reversed shortly after by a large, bulky man dressed like a bat. The ridiculousness of that scenario had Pamela always on edge when attempting a crime by herself - more often than not, as she preferred to work without other humans - but she wore a particularly grouchy scowl today.

“Men.” Ivy growled as she walked further within the vault, scoffing as the door shut behind her. Countless other artifacts and pieces of Gotham history lay in glass containers around her, which she didn’t even fake an interest in as they passed. The unconscious guard outside was to blame for her soured mood. On an ordinary mission, she could confidently strut her body and have her victim infatuated with her within seconds; making for an easy slip of her pheromones into their system, convincing the guard to open the doors for her. Instead, the ‘stingy’ man out front seemed unimpressed with her beauty and wouldn’t budge, having to instead be subdued rather than seduced.

Always one to be bitter rather than self-conscious, though, Ivy’s memory of the guard’s ‘disrespect’ was shoved to the back of her head as she saw the pursued diamond awaiting her clutches, held behind a thin box of glass and nothing else. With a finger raised, Ivy put her hand to the glass and let a lone vine, thin as a wire, work it’s way up her hand. It snaked it’s way through the creases of the glass and came out untouched on the other side, slowly but surely growing it’s way up to the hinges to dismantle them without a sound. Ivy smirked to see her botany work it’s wonders, whispering “come to Mama…” as she waited impatiently.

KABOOM

A loud explosion suddenly broke the silence surrounding the quiet museum's entrance as multiple broken pieces of the museum wall soared through the air and scattered throughout the room. Once the dust cleared, a smiling Harley Quinn wearing a plain white shirt that read 'Daddy's little Monster' which only reached down to her belly button along with a red and white jacket, matching colored short shorts with a black belt and tights. Anybody would recognize the villain with her signature pig tails and her mallet in hand; the only thing the woman was missing was her choker which she had gotten rid of long ago.

"Oh were these here the whole time?" Harley turned towards the double doors a couple feet to the right of the giant man-made hole she came in from. "Whoops, guess I coulda went through those huh? That's alright, a lady like me has to make a grand entrance after all!"

Harley Quinn dragged her mallet along the floor behind her as she took her time making her way to her destination: the control room. She brought a few goons with her of course to deal with any excess guards or cops that wanted to try to stop her from stealing the expensive diamond that was kept hidden in this shit hole. She didn't necessarily need the money but it wouldn't hurt to have it and this whole 'robbing' thing was a ton of fucking fun anyways!

The already opened door to the control room caused Harley to raise an eyebrow as she peeked in to see a man already unconscious by the control panel. She stomped her feet while walking over to the body and picking it up. "Awww, someone already beat me to it! What do you have to say for yourself young man?"

"I'm so sorry, Harley! I'm just a dumb ass useless piece of shit who can't do anything!" The villainous used one of her hands to move the unconscious man's bottom lip as she lowered her voice in order to mimic his own. She laughed to herself before quickly growing bored of puppeteering him and tossed the body to the floor. Harley smiled almost immediately after once she noticed a trail left by undoubtedly her fellow criminal which she wasted no time following!

The trail eventually led to a rather large vault in which Harley grinned at the sight of the noise coming from inside the metal door; she quickly opened it without any problem and finally saw the company who she had been looking for the past couple of minutes. She brought her mallet in front of her and placed her elbows on it while resting her face in her hands as she called out to the red headed woman. "Well wadda we have here? How about I take a couple minutes out of our time here to make introductions?"

Most villains would be disappointed or even angry at the sight of another criminal attempting to steal the same object as them; it was even worse when the chances were very slim that anybody would try to steal such a valuable object much or less on the same day. Harley only found the situation entertaining more than anything.

Ivy winced with the tediousness of her threading vine’s extraction attempt. The soft, grass-like root weaved along the glass and continued growing in size, yet remained delicately tiny, so as not to set off any alarms. While the phyllokinetic mistress could bend entire forests to her will, even she couldn’t mass produce new shrubbery with the snap of her fingers, so the extent at which her finger-sized vine could grow without her helping hand was limited. With a groan of exhaustion, Ivy pulled her finger back, letting the vine recoil and instead connect along the crease of the glass. The vine shrunk in size as it wedged itself between the fragments of the window, before flourishing in size, creating an open hold in the glass by holding the fragments apart from one another without creating any cracks that would trigger the alarm. Not a very large hole with which to work, but enough for Ivy. Placing a cautious hand on the side of the container, Pamela moved her hand in closer, letting the tips of her fingers inch inside the glass container. Her lips ran under her teeth as she worked, trying to keep as close quarters as possible without getting her body too involved.

The vine extended from her fingertips again and began to snake it’s way closer to the prized jewel… it came within inches of wrapping around her prize. Ivy’s brow furled with concentration as she came gut-wrenchingly close to her object of interest. Unfortunately for the villainess, however, a deafening explosion from outside her fault shattered her focus and had her looking back over her shoulder with attentive worry. If the cops were already on their way in, she had a matter of seconds before she could free her hand and escape. But the jewel was right there. She just couldn’t leave it there. So in a moment of desperation, Pamela’s hand forced itself through the break in the glass, the fragile structure threatening to break and sound the alarm, keeping her eyes glued to the glass even as she heard some female voice speaking behind her.

As the weed lifted off her finger and coiled around multiple sides of the gem, Pamela flicked her wrist back, giving it a strong tug backwards so that she could nearly put her own hand on it. Right as she did so, the cool touch of the jewel within finally under her hold… a voice called out to her from behind and froze Ivy solid. Not the sound of a cop, but an awful, southern-twang she had heard too many times being wheeled through the halls of her dreaded asylum. Ivy groaned to hear her voice, slouching her head back before she turned around, showing her side to Harley Quinn to provide her at least a little more modesty. With her hand so far into the cage, she couldn’t pull back now, not without breaking the glass and triggering the alarm, incriminating them both - though it seemed Harley was much less concerned about being caught.

The ‘Clown Princess of Crime.’ Of course Ivy recognized her. ‘Harley Quinn,’ being her dumb, usual stage-name, she and her former clown-colored boyfriend ran a crime empire on Gotham for as long as Ivy could remember. Having heard stories of this woman’s cruelty in the past, Ivy was in no such mood to deal with her, but with her hand stuck in the case, she didn’t have much of a choice. Time to put that candy-coated tongue to use, then. “Fancy meeting you here.” Poison Ivy opened, bending her leg to show a little skin from behind her - at least, as sexy a pose one could take when incapacitated by a glass case. “Sorry, honey, I’m afraid there’s no participation awards here. The diamond is mine.” She spoke, assertively and unflinchingly. “Now be a good girl and run along.”

"Ooooooh, I recognize you!" Harley ignored Ivy's command to leave and started walking towards the woman. "You're that one tree I passed on the way here! I gotta admit, you surprised me; I didn't expect ya to not only grow legs but to beat me here too?" She laughed again at her own joke as her giggling echoed throughout the vault. While the villainous loved to have fun, she did realize that the cops would show up any minute now and her goons wouldn't be able to hold them off forever so now was the time to get to the point.

Harley Quinn kept going closer to her fellow criminal until her face was right next to Pamela's. "Ya know, Daffodil, you almost scared the panties off me with that whole 'the diamond is mine, now run along' shtick you had going on there for a second. Though I can't help but notice that it's been a minute or two and you're still bending over with your green little bum in the air ever since I came in!" Confidence oozed out from the maid of mischief as it was clear she knew what powerful position she was currently in right now.

"All it would take is one itty bitty push or maybe even a couple of fingers to tickle you and every cop in Gotham would be here in a matter of seconds after the alarm goes off! Now you might be thinking: 'Why would my good friend Harley do that if she would be caught too?' Easy! I hate losing so if I have to take myself down with you then I'll do it in a fuckin' heart beat!" Harley's voice raised the more she talked and her usual playfulness vanished momentarily as she gave Ivy a deathly serious stare that anybody could tell she meant business. It didn't take very long for that expression to vanish and for the grin she's had the entire time to make a reappearance.

The villain took a deep breath before continuing, "So! Here's the deal! You'll take that diamond out carefully with no interruptions from me and hand it over! Then once I have my hands on that beauty then you'll get, uh...a good ol' smooch from the one and only Harley Quinn in return! I'm sure there are plenty of other plants like you that are itching to get a taste of these lips so I'd take advantage of this once in a life time offer." Harley stuck her palm out, shut her eyes, and puckered her lips. Her voice came out slightly muffled once she spoke again. "I'm reeeeady when you are!"

With no accomplice in mind to aid her, Poison Ivy had hoped that Harley would take her candy-coated threat seriously and disappear long enough not to cause any trouble. Knowing Gotham there was certainly a hearty number of other crimes to commit and definitely more pushover criminals she could coax into doing her job for her, but Pamela was not one to bend over backwards for her. She also was not one to be embarrassed by her body, but the doctor’s comment of her curvaceous figure’s conspicuous flaunting did have Ivy adjusting her posture to keep herself better presented, following a surprised look and a following pout. Rather than be even slightly deterred, Harley walked with gross confidence as she approached the trapped villainess, close enough that Ivy could smell her breath. She reeled back with a displeased smirk on her face, making no effort to hide what she thought of Quinn’s close quarters to her frame. However… as Harley teased at her knowledge that Ivy was truly at her mercy in her captive position, Pamela bit her tongue, cursing her poor luck.

True to form; she had been thinking about how tampering with her case would result in both of their capture’s. It was essentially her main back-up material, too, but it was clear that a crazy woman such as herself wasn’t going to listen to reason. Ivy exhaled deeply as Harley made her demands, closing her eyes as she tried to think of a proper, easy way to word her way out of this unfortunate situation. Meanwhile, the vines of her plant accomplice continued wrapping around the gem, further securing it in her hand. If it weren’t for this damn clown girl, she could easily slip out now and escape - but with her breathing down her neck, pulling this operation off was about two times more difficult now. Ivy’s eyes cut through Harley as she scanned her every word for hints of sarcasm, the final glare accompanying her ominous threat catching her off-guard. She arched her shoulders back, putting some space between herself and those judgemental irises, only for the obnoxious smile to return moments later.

With a sigh, and a roll of her eyes when Harley wasn’t looking, Ivy looked at the clown’s puckered lips and smiled slyly. Poor, poor Quinzel had no idea that a simple touch of her voluptuous lips was enough to knock a superhuman unconscious, kill those who were lesser prepared. Flipping her red hair behind her, Ivy perked up a sneaky eyebrow. With her free hand, she gestured towards her. “I trust there won’t be any other clowns hearing about this? Tempting… but I think I’ll need your side of the bargain first.” Ivy slurred her words and spoke slowly, having perfected her seductive speech after countless similar strategies used in the past. “Bring those bright red lips a little closer, and we can talk business~.”

Harley Quinn moved closer to Poison Ivy, taking tiny steps as it felt like hours every time the woman moved an inch closer to the other villainous. Just as it seemed like Harley was going to fall for the obvious trick, her eyes opened and she loosened her lips with a giant smile on her face. "Got ya! You really think I'm like one of those big ol' perverts you're french kissin' every darn day of the week? Of course fuckin not you naughty girl!"

Quinn followed her words with a soft slap to the unsuspecting Ivy's butt which wasn't very difficult considering she was still bending over slightly with the diamond in her firm grip; the shock might have caused Ivy to drop the prized ore or set off an alarm but the clown queen's hand barely even grazed her bottom so she figured that the seductress would be able to compose herself without screwing the mission over...a lightbulb suddenly went off in Harley's head. "Ooooh, I liked spanking that cute lil ass of yours! Lemme give that another go!"

The woman circled around to the back of Pamela and gave her another swat on the other butt cheek, this time with her entire palm. Harley gave the helpless victim a few more very soft slaps while knowing there was nothing Ivy could even do about it. "They're like a couple of drums! I never considered myself a musician but I still love making music!" She reiterated her point by using both her hands to start patting the bottom in front of her like a couple of bongos as she was already loving this plan much more than any other one she has thought of in her years of being a bad guy.

"So here's the deal, bubble butt." Harley rested her arms against Ivy's lower back as she enjoyed tormenting the trapped lady oh so much. "I'm gonna keep spanking these buns of yours until you hand me that diamond you got in your hand on there, got it? I'll either be leaving here a rich woman or you're heading to jail with a couple of tomatoes for an ass!" Harley gave the red head two sharp slaps; the spanker grinned as she was desperately hoping for a fun reaction at the sudden increase in sting as she continued smacking away at her butt though went a little softer than the last two spanks.

A stifled laugh risked giving Poison Ivy away as Harley Quinn moved closer. Was the Joker’s mistress really so gullible? Hubris had Ivy not doubting that for a second. Anyone who would dress in clown make-up and fall for the dreadful jester himself obviously wasn’t very bright and she certainly didn’t take the Joker for one to value brains over appearance. A pretty sight Pamela didn’t mind seeing as Harley puckered up; demented as she may be, she did have a very attractive countenance behind that sickly makeup and Ivy wasn't so humble to not admit she knew that she’d be better with her than with him. Unfortunately, not in this life, it seemed - a kiss with death was about to knock Harley Quinn unconscious and just waiting for the authorities to wheel her right back to the Asylum. Or so Pam thought. Her eyes closed none-the-wiser as she leaned in, intending to meet Harley halfway…

Only to feel the gust of air following a candy-cane scented breath as Harley laughed in her face. Opening her eyes, Poison Ivy looked on with narrowed, squeamish eyes as her face blushed with humiliation that she was fooled so quickly. That embarrassment was complemented with the vicious insult Harley slung at her, prompting a surprised scowl from Ivy. Determined to bring herself back, Ivy began to protest “Your loss-!” Her words cut off abruptly as her wickedly smiling accomplice delivered a stinging swat to her barely clad rear. The smack was hardly more than a pat, but the implication alone had Ivy worriedly yelping “Hey!” distastefully as she looked back to her bottom, becoming suddenly very aware of how open her outfit was. She looked back up to Harley… and saw menacing mechanics moving in her mind. “Harley? Oh, don’t do it-“

Unfortunately, both women seemed to have the same frightening idea and Harley’s grin burned itself into her eyes as she watched hopelessly as she moved into place behind her. “Harley! Don’t you dare!” She warned, but was helpless to stop the next three strikes that assaulted her white buttocks, her healthy bottom bouncing with every strike. Humiliation long overpowered pain for Ivy but Harley surely brought a bite to every smack. “Stop that!” Ivy hissed. The more Harley commented on her body, the more Ivy wanted to find a way to take her attention off of it. “Harley-...” She began to complain again, her grip tight on the gem within. The instrument comment only grinded Ivy’s gears further as she grit her teeth, her leotard riding up enough to give Ivy more than enough of a target out of her two cheeks. “They are not! Stop this!” Ivy demanded as she wriggled uncomfortably.

In her struggle, her fingers slipped, and the villainess watched with brief horror as the gem rolled around on the palm of her hand, threatening to tip over and sound the alarm. Fortunately, it managed back into her grasp, and she gripped it tightly as Harley made her demands - and the weight of the situation was quickly apparent. “O-Ow, ow!” Ivy winced at the following two strikes; much harder than the previous and much more foreboding of the promised punishment. “No…” Ivy dreaded, before shutting her eyes and biting her tongue viciously. The fruit of all her efforts lay with this jewel. If the embarrassing tricks of a overgrown child was all that stood between her and eco-domination, she had to take that chance. “The jewel is mine, already! Now isn’t the time for your newest game, you’ll get us both caught!” Ivy tried fighting her off, looking back towards Harley with a fierce look - though her faint, shy blush betrayed her. Already, red marks were starting to show up against her ass, contrasting her pale skin and even clearer through her tight leotard. She could only hope she had time to re-adopt her trench coat before she escaped.

"Are ya deaf or somethin'? I said this a million times already, this girl ain't scared to go down with the ship if it means you don't win and I'm alright if the last thing I see before jail is this juicy ass right here!" Harley spoke in third person as she immediately grabbed the back of Ivy's leotard in a firm grip and yanked it upwards between the woman's cheeks so her butt was exposed to the other villainous behind her; Harley couldn't help but giggle a bit at the sight. "Wow, you bruise reeeeeal easy there! I think I'm gonna have to call you 'Red' from now on because of these hams right here!"

The clown wasted no time continuing the spanking as she made sure Pamela had no idea what was coming next. She would give multiple light slaps that she was sure Ivy couldn't even feel one second and then would follow that up with four hard smacks a second later. The red head's entire bare butt was already becoming pink before Harley finally stopped and gave her right cheek a soft rub. "Why do I gotta feeling that you're starting to like this, Red? Any normal person would have given up by now but you're still practically begging me to continue! Something tells me you're a kinky little plant who likes when her bum gets a good smacking!" Harley followed her words with a pause from the rubbing and another sharp slap.

The villainous paused at the sound of sirens and a commotion going on from outside which was undoubtedly her goons holding off any cops...which means they would be coming inside the museum very soon. Harley's demeanor began to change as her playfulness disappeared a bit and was replaced with the woman who many citizens in Gotham have grown to fear. She suddenly leaned towards Ivy and pinched her sore bottom hard between two of her long and colorful nails. "Despite how much I love playin with ya, Red, I think it's time to get serious. Hand over the good stuff before I paint your ass the same color as my lips!"

Curses, Ivy clicked her tongue, arching her back out to vainly attempt escape from even one or two of the antagonizing swats that assaulted her bottom. And here she’d thought Harley was all talk about not being afraid of her own capture… and Ivy knew her mistake was thinking the woman dressed as a clown had any room for sarcasm. “You idiot! Don’t you realize-!” Ivy began to protest with hopes of changing Harley’s mind only to have her sentence cut off midway as the fabric of her own leotard ran up her behind fiercely. The diamond rattled in her hands and threatened to fall, only saved at the last minute by the sweaty grasp of Ivy’s fingers. “Ayeee! S-Stop that! Enough!” Pamela demanded, her feet pointed up into uncomfortable tiptoes with Harley’s cruel grasp on her clothing. This position was more than a greater inconvenience - it made it even more difficult to stand still, and much less able to fight back!

“Uggghhh…” Ivy moaned, enraged with her current situation, perplexed by how she got into this mortifying scenario from what was such an easily attainable victory previously. The presence of a nickname was a daunting label for any up-and-coming villain and ‘Red’ looked behind her just in time to catch the winded sting of another firm smack to her barely protected globes. Her bottom shook with the impact. “Ssshut up, clown! M-My name is Poison Ivy, and-!” She tried threatening back, only for the soft few pats against her rump having her body snake left and right in ways that just created a more illustrious target out of her sultry hips and healthy rear. “Stop that!” She demanded, biting down hard on her tongue as sharp swats came soon after. And as if she was able to read minds, Ivy found her question of “could this get any more humiliating?” answered before she could ever speak it. The insinuation that she was enjoying this had her cheeks lit up bright red, but she didn’t honor it with a response, just knowing how far Harley could make a mile out of an inch.

“I am no ‘normal person,’ and I won’t submit to you!” Ivy furiously barked back, though the following rub, dehumanizing as it was, did bring some comfort to her sore and reddening skin. “Mmf… gah, no!” Pamela shook her head, the swing of her lower body doing her no favors as preceding spanks had her gasping for air. Teeth grated together as the villainess looked yearningly to the gem in her hands, the first thought of reconsideration flashing in her mind. This close to eco-domination, she couldn’t give up now!

The sound of sirens outside alerted both devious women to their inevitable company. Ivy’s scarlet eyebrows hung heavy over her face, similar in hue to the rosey blush her face and buttocks alike were currently sporting. The only fate she could think of worse than being caught? Being caught with the mangy clown’s hands on her ass with a bright, freshly spanked rump to truly solidify her as a joke amongst the Gotham PD and villains alike. Just imagining the cold confinement of her prison cell, how much worse that steel would feel against a busted backside… Ivy’s eye twitched. The twinge of pain as sharp fingernails prodded her sore skin did little to help her. “Ngh…” Ivy hissed.

Time to aim for a sore spot. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with, girl! I have powers far greater than any toy your boyfriend has in stock! With the short leash he keeps you on I trust he can’t be far…” Ivy threatened, “Release me and run off, before I break free and strangle you both!"

It wasn't very easy to piss of Harley Quinn enough for her to lose composure, or it wasn't easy to stay alive after doing it at the very least. Most victims that brought up her 'puddin' would find themselves on the wrong end of her mallet but the valuable diamond in Poison Ivy's hands stopped the clown woman from doing anything too rash. "I left that bastard a long time ago, Bats could be stranglin' him right now for all I care! The only one on a short leash right now is you."

Harley reiterated her point of Ivy's inability to move by winding her arm back and bringing it down hard against the middle of the woman's bared cheeks. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration once her palm made contact with the target before she began slapping away at her butt once again in firm and fast swats. Harley hit the ass in front of her with all the strength she could muster in quick spurts as she slapped away at the reddening bottom in no particular pattern so Ivy would have no idea where the next spank was coming next; the villainess did her best to not pay any attention to any distractions during the spanking such as the cute way Ivy would was reaction to a particularly hard smack.

"This is your last chance, Red! Before we get caught red handed...er, red assed in your case, give me that fucking diamond...or I'll leave ya hangin' on Gotham's biggest building by your leotard so the entire city can see your bright red butt cheeks!" Harley exaggerated her threat as she didn't slow down her cascade of swats even a bit.