Sucker Series

submission dated 6-17-05
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Warnings: None...but things are heating up.

Pairings: Bruce/Poison Ivy...maybe...not yet!

SUCKER MOVE (pt.3 of the SUCKER series)

Previously, Ivy considered the possibility of Batman being Bruce Wayne. She and Catwoman had a tiff in Robinson Park. Ivy puts the first part of her plan into place...

Night in Gotham.

Ivy, under her alias of Pamela Iverson, decided to catch a cab. Needless to

say the driver was most surprised at her choice of destination.

"Wayne Manor, miss? But that's clear across Gotham..."

Ivy smiled under her brimmed fedora. "Is that a problem for you? Otherwise I'll

find someone who can take me there."

The heavyset cabby turned around in front of a plexiglass shield. "Just that it'll

cost a fortune...I feel kinda guilty. A lady pretty as you."

"Thank you. However, I am fully capable of paying. Just drive."

The burly man nodded, turning around. "Sure thing ma'am."

****

It was a fairly long ride. The driver made chatty conversation while Ivy

pretended to be interested.

"You from here, miss?"

"Not exactly. Let's just say I'm from a neighboring suburb."

"Classy lady like you must be from Towston Heights or Bridgeton."

"Hmm."

"If ya don't mind my asking...what takes you to Wayne Manor? I mean, the

guy's a billionare and all. People don't usually-" the man faltered

uncomfortably.

"Just ride up in cabs?" Ivy supplied, arching an eyebrow.

"Well yeah, I-"

"Just drive, please. I'm enjoying the Gotham skyline."

*****

The cabbie stopped at the main gate. "Well here we are...but it's pretty dark

at this end. Who's gonna let you in?"

Ivy observed the grounds. "I'm a very dear friend of Mr. Wayne. He may know

I'm here already."

The burly man grinned. "Oh yeah, I get it. That's sixty three forty five, ma'am."

Ivy stared. "That's outrageous!"

"Told ya it would be pricey. And I'm givin' you the low fee."

"Unbelievable." she reached in her purse. "Oh, I don't have the right change."

"I can break a hundred."

"Wait, here's a one for the change." she reached through the opening in the

plexiglass, touching his hand.

"It's too much money, isn't it?" she smiled coolly.

The man blinked, dazed. "Yes..."

"My ride is free?"

"You're so beautiful." the cabby grinned stupidly.

Ivy slipped out, adjusting her trench coat. "Be a good boy and drive home

now. You never saw me."

"No, never." still smiling like an idiot, the man sped off.

Ivy sent a few tendrils over the iron gates, climbing. "And now to claim my

prize."

****

Her entry didn't go unnoticed. Alfred was immediately aware when she'd

tripped the silent surveillance systems. He watched the monitors from the

seclusion of the batcave.

/Master Bruce needs to be warned. That woman is mad, thinking she can

break in unseen. What does she hope to accomplish?/

Moving briskly, Alfred made his way to the upper manor.

****

Bruce turned in his sleep, vague dreams filling his mind with strange

premonitions. He was drowning in darkness again, formless and nameless.

A strange burst of light...green split his vision. Mist coalesced into a shape,

reaching for him, gathering him in...

Ivy breached the second story of the mansion, her vines twining everywhere.

After a brief search of various windows, she reached her destination. Sitting

on a particularly thick vine, she peered into Waynes' bedroom. His sleep still

appeared restless, as he shifted under black satin.

Ivy curved a smile. /A sensualist. My kind of man./

Pulling a hardened thorn from her coat pocket, she cut crosshatches into

several glass panes. Gentle taps cracked them open. Reaching inside the

broken glass, Ivy pulled the frame up and climbed in.
Bruce flopped on his back, bare chest exposed above the covers. A forearm

splayed carelessly over his face.


Ivy could barely contain herself at the sight. Green eyes lit with lust as she

approached the bed, deciding on a course of action. She shook her hair free

of the fedora, tossing it aside. The coat was next, dropping to the floor.

Leaves clung to her curvaceous form partially covered by leotard.

Slender fingers trailed a light touch across the broad chest. The arm covering

handsome features immediately fell away, revealing a smile in sleep.

Ivy was pleased. /His body knows me./ She savored the moment, feeling the

coarse texture of his hair, inky black in reflected light. Admiring the sculpted

physique with satin skin. Wondering if her suspicions were true...

She planned to find out. And if so? The man was fabulous and fine. But he

would pay for deceiving her. She'd make him burn with desire.

Sensuous lips opened as her hands splayed over that chest. She leaned

down for a kiss...

Razor blue eyes snapped open in shock. At that same instant, Alfred burst

into the room.

"Poison Ivy!!" he shouted, pointing.

Bruce reacted simultanously, grabbing her hands and holding them high.

"The hell?!" he flipped her over across the bed.

Ivy struggled against his grip on her back. "Hello, Mr. Wayne-"

He stared in disbelief. "What are you doing here?!"

Alfred approached, but kept his distance. "She broke in minutes ago, Master

Bruce."

Ivy glared over at him, still pinned. "Old men need to mind their buisness!"

"Thanks for the warning, Alfred. If I hadn't been so tired, she wouldn't have

gotten so close."

"Something for you to remember, dear." Ivy smiled up at him. Bruce

glowered, eyes luminous in the dark.

"You still haven't explained yourself. What could you possibly want this time of

night?"

She smiled seductively. "I could say the obvious. Fortunately for you I come

as a friend."

"Can I ever trust you?"

"Be careful how you hold me." Ivy purred. "Forget so soon?"

Bruce cursed and released her, staring at his hands. Ivy laughed.

"I control my toxins, Bruce. They only do what I wish them to do."

Bruce continued to touch himself, checking.

Alfred nodded in confirmation. "No eruptions, sir."

Ivy sat alongside Bruce on the bed. "Can we ditch your butler? Or does he

like to watch?"

"That's unecessary, Ivy." Bruce admonished her. "I presume you're here for a

reason?"

"I am, but not in front of the help."

Alfred was reluctant to leave. "Young sir, you don't have your precautions-"

"Ooh, sounds sexy." Ivy cooed.

Bruce stood up. "I'll have to trust her, Alfred. No choice."

"You two have a history-" Alfred started up again.

"That we're trying to rewrite." Bruce added, glancing at Ivy. "If I need you,

you'll know."

Alfred all but glared at Ivy. "I _will_ be nearby."

"You owe me." Ivy reminded the butler. "All I want is some privacy. Bruce and

I have buisness."

The brit nodded. "Very well, Ms. Isley...I'll take you at your word." not

commenting further, the older man retreated into the shadows.

Ivy squinted. "Did he disappear?"

Bruce watched his friend leave. "No. Alfred is just...discreet."

"Hmm." Ivy sat on the edge of the bed, watching Bruce.

"Aren't you going to join me?"

A vague smile. "In what is the question, Pamela. Why are you stalling?"

She looked him up and down openly. "Nice pajama pants. Are those silk,

too?"

"Call it a weakness. Now can we get to the point, please?"

"Great chest, baby."

"Pamela." baritone deepened in annoyance.

Ivy was thinking. "Say that again, please. My name."

"Are you playing games? I don't have time for this."

"I won't take too much of your time. Maybe I'm just excited about the

breakthrough in our tests."

"Couldn't we discuss it in the morning?"

"Yes, but many things occupy my mind tonight."

Bruce approached the bed, then stopped. Ivy leaned back, crossing a leg.

Her ample bust practically spilled from a leafy green halter.

"Just a friendly chat, mind you." Sultry green eyes contradicted her statement.

Bruce kept forcing his eyes up and away from flesh and curves. "So talk." his

voice sounded strange, even to him.

"You told me Batman doesn't know me like you do. Or at least, the way you're

getting to know me."

Bruce folded his arms, looking away now. "You always wanted Batman?"

"Yes, but I have something of a confession. I wanted you also."

"Hardly. When we first met I was a tool, a means to an end."

"I admit that. But my goals were different at the time."

"You tried to kill me with a poison kiss."

Ivy cringed slightly. "I was different, then. More out of control. You were

beautiful and gallant, and I hated beauty. I wanted revenge more than

anything. Revenge and power. That is, until I met Batman."

Bruce looked at her.

"He knew I wanted him, yet rejected me."

"Maybe you were caught up in the chase."

"Oh, I once thought it was a crush. Then an obsession. Distance and

circumstance would separate us, but the feeling would remain. I see his eyes

on me, feel his desire in my skin. Yet he pretends to be indifferent, or resorts

to anger."

Bruce paced the room, his voice hard. "As long as we're doing confessions,

why not deal with reality? You're a murderer several times over. What man

can wrap around that easily, Pamela?"

Ivy looked down. "I'll no doubt pay for that eventually. But I...want to change.

That's why I sought you out."

"Not just as a sounding board for Batman?"

"No. I want him to understand me, as I do you."

"Hmm."

"At one time I wanted to share Gotham with you-"

"As a puppet, I recall. When you weren't bilking wealthy men for money."

"Then, I wanted to rule Gotham with Batman in crime. Had it worked, I would

have the best of both worlds." she smiled strangely. "Wealth and power. Not

to mention the...fringe benefits."

Bruce stared at her.

"As for love? Well...that's a touchy subject."

"Why?"

Ivy shook her hair deliberately. "You know the Bat. Does he find me

repulsive?"

A pause. "No. Maybe some of the things you've done."

"I admit that, too. But maybe he should admit a few things also."

"You'll have to ask him."

"He's difficult to talk to."

"By choice, I think."

"What's the point of that? He must be lonely."

"Maybe." Bruce moved to the broken windows, staring out.

Ivy glided to her feet. "He shouldn't be. Nor should you."

"Who says I'm alone?"

"Your reputation with the ladies precedes you. So why the empty bed?"

"That's personal, Pamela."

"And here I thought we were getting closer."

Bruce shrugged. "Maybe I'm taking a night off."

"A man like you...could have anyone he wants. But you don't want just

anyone."

She was getting close again. Bruce stood his ground, but his posture was

stiff.

"You mentioned a dual life. Can you tell me?" her eyes bored into his.

"Ivy." His voice was rough. "I thought we were past this."

"The Bat doesn't apologize for his obsessions. Nor do I."

Bruce was finding it harder to concentrate. Again he forced his eyes up.

"Everyone has...are you releasing pheromones again?!"

She stopped in front of him, her voice silk. "Not necessarily. Maybe we just

have a chemistry."

"No tricks!"

"The bat hates what I do, loves what I am. He chases me, then lets me go."

Bruce tore his eyes away. The woman was gorgeous, and he was in trouble.

"Go home, Ivy. This discussion can wait."

"You're looking at me, Bruce. Why deny it?"

"I deny nothing, Pamela. You're beautiful. That isn't the issue."

"You can...I promise, no tricks."

Bruce inhaled, smelling roses and honeysuckle. "I...later we can talk. Not

now, Pamela. I mean it!"

"I'm a persistent woman. Even the Bat can appreciate that."

"He does." Bruce was feeling woozy, shaking his head. Some instinct was

warning. "But he's as determined as you are persistent."

"A perfect match, as I've always known."

Bruce fought desperately to stay focused. The fragrance was stronger now,

almost intoxicating.

"Thought I could trust you-"

"I've done nothing."

"I smell the flowers, Pamela!!"

Ivy went to the broken windows. She pointed into the night. "It's summer.

Flowers bloom everywhere each year, Bruce! Think."

The big man dropped on the bed, holding his head in his hands. "Whatever.

Just leave for now, please?"

"I will. You should rest now." her voice was gentle. Bruce glanced up at her

briefly before looking away again.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You look at me then stop. What are you afraid of?"

Bruce stood suddenly, as if in challenge. "I'm not afraid. I don't trust easily,

Pamela. You aren't the only one with a past to live down."

She gazed into those blue eyes, clear and strange. "So intense. Do you ever

turn it off?"

"I don't know."

"Sometimes burning is a good thing." she reached for him. He grabbed her

hand again, holding it away.

"Stop. We'll talk tomorrow at the lab."

A slow smile. "Fine. But before I leave, I have a message for your friend."

"Who?"

"Batman, of course. I would have him know me better."

Bruce edged back slightly. "What's the message?"

"Only that I want us to be friends. True friends. The course of life I've led hasn't

gotten me anything I want."

The room was fragrant again, fruit and flowers...Bruce felt himself drifting.

"Seems...warm in here." he pushed a lock of hair away.

Ivy slipped closer. "Maybe it's just us. But I meant what I said, Bruce."

"I'll...relay your message." Bruce stammered, feeling strange. "You're doing it

again-"

"You've nothing to fear from me." Ivy's voice was soft, alluring now. "It's a

warm summer night. Perfect for lovers."

Bruce staggered away. "We aren't. Go...home."

"Have I touched you with poison?" she watched as Bruce fell backwards over

the mattress.

"Not exactly. But I know your tricks."

"As I said before, you need rest. I did wake you up, after all."

"Yes." Bruce felt his eyelids droop. It was getting warmer, and everything

smelled too good. So many fragrances, teasing his senses...

He couldn't move. Arms and legs splayed over cool satin sheets, heavy as

stone.

Another scent, more wonderful than the others assaulted him. Milky warm

flesh wrapped around his body. Soft curves. A waterfall of red hair, obscuring

his vision.

"yessss..."

"shh" a feminine voice cooed in his ear. Lips found his, soft and moist.

Touches trailed like scorching heat over his skin...

"My dark knight. Always mine."

"Pamela-"

Another sweet kiss, burning hot and hard. The air turned to smoky mist, with

colors of morning sunshine. Bruce reached for more, wanting paradise. Arms

like iron bands wrapped Ivy, holding her close.

"Come to my garden tomorrow night." She panted with lust, licking his throat.

Bruce gazed up at her in rapture, eyes glazed. "Tricked..."

"Yes, my sweet. Think of me and burn until then-"

"IVY!!" a sharp british voice bellowed. She jerked up, glaring. Alfred stood in

the doorway, pointing a crossbow.

"Again?! Old man, get a life!"

"Actually, I'm saving one. Move away, Ivy."

She laughed over the prone Bruce. "How medieval."

"How silent and deadly. Move away, please."

Bruce managed to turn his head. "Isn't she beautiful, Alfred? She wants...me

to visit her garden."

Alfred kept Ivy in his crosshairs, grim. "Young man, she has you. Fight it! You

know what she's capable of. Her toxins-"

"Stop boring everybody." Ivy snapped.

"I'll see that he never falls to your influence, woman!"

Bruce lay lost in blissful happiness. "Don't you understand, Alfred? She wants

me...all of me..."

"Stop. Say no more!" Alfred aimed at Ivy. "Your last warning."

"What are you, his father? Don't interfere."

"I'll do whatever is necessary."

"He's mine! He's always been mine."

"Foolish, deluded woman. You were warned!" Alfred fired. A thin metal shaft

whizzed by Ivy's head as she ducked in time.

"You're insane!"

"The next one won't miss. Now get out!"

Ivy snarled, rolling away from Bruce. He reached for her in desperation.

"Pamela!"

Alfred moved swiftly between them. "Stay back."

"No! I want her."

Ivy went to the window, smiling. "Tommorrow, my love."

Bruce lurched at her again. "Right now!" the blue eyes were wild, almost

freakish neon in color.

Alfred snatched him away with surprising strength. "Back, I said!!"

Ivy blew Bruce a kiss. "Patience, love. You know where to find me." she

flipped out the window on a vine.

****

Bruce closed his eyes, chest heaving. Alfred held him tightly.

"You...can let go of me now."

"Are you certain, young man?"

"Yes. She's gone. At least I can think now."

Alfred reluctantly let him go. Bruce bolted for the window again.

"Fool!!" the brit hissed, grabbing him again.

"I don't want to hurt you, Alfred. Let me go after her!"

"No." the older man gave him a roundhouse slap to the jaw.

"Now snap out of it!"

Bruce stared in shock, holding his face in pain. "I can't believe you did that?"

Alfred sighed, shoulders sagging in exhaustion. "Forgive me, young sir...but

you know what Ivy is."

Bruce stumbled over to the bed again. "What am I going to do, Alfred? This

is worse, far worse than anything before with her."

Alfred put the crossbow on the nightstand. "How so?"

"She's kissed me in the past but the effects were temporary. This feels

different, and I can't explain why."

Alfred sat next to him, eyes hard. "Look at me, Bruce."

Startled, the younger man met his gaze. Alfred rarely addressed him that

way, unless...

"I'm going to ask you a question, and I want a straight answer."

Bruce swallowed. "Go ahead."

"Are you in love with her?"

"That isn't possible!"

Alfred gritted his teeth. "Are you in love with her?!"

Bruce looked down. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Maybe you know but won't admit it."

"What makes you say-"

"Think a minute. She's a murderer, a convicted felon. Yet beautiful, intelligent

and alluring. How can Batman reconcile loving such a woman?"

"I...I can't-"

"The heart is never logical. I suspected when you first met. You seemed

drawn to her, much like you were the Catwoman."

"Selina was different."

"True. But she never made you lose yourself, who you are. Ivy does. She

wants control, you want control."

"I will be blunt, young man. You have fine ideals and qualities. But I've always

worried at the darkness you hold. You attract, and are attracted by equally

dark women."

Bruce smiled sadly. "My achilles heel?"

"Your downfall one day if you aren't careful."

Bruce nodded slowly. "Alfred. She...makes my blood run hot. Crawls under

my skin, like fever. And I don't know what to do about it."

"I know."

"I'm always chasing her, sending her back to Arkham. She kisses me, I resist

and ache. It's like a never ending dance."

Alfred watched his charge closely. Bruce was flushed, shaking.

"You don't look good. Come with me." Alfred hooked an arm, lifting the larger

man up.

"Where?"

"Sometimes the old methods are best. A cold shower."

Bruce took the offered arm, stumbling alongside. "God, I want her so bad. I've

never wanted anyone like this-"

"Easy, young man. Her poison is in your system."

"That may be part of it. I just don't know anymore."

Alfred noted the huge bulge straining satin pants, seeping. "Quickly, into the

shower with you." he pushed Bruce into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Come out later, Master Bruce. Then we'll work out a strategy for tomorrow."

"Yessss." Bruce hissed from inside the door. He heard Alfred's footsteps

retreat quickly.

Wasting no time, he reached in his pants and yanked himself. Imagining Ivy

sucking him hard with those sweet lips...

and exploded in seconds, body quivering with heat. Gasping, he fell to the

tiled floor, pants a sticky mess.

Blue eyes widened in shock as his cock lifted again, throbbing with heat. His

body pulsed, blood loud and thumping. He grabbed his twitching shaft once

more.

"Damn you, woman." he hissed, arching against ceramic tile in sweet pain.


TO BE CONTINUED...