Gotham, by night. Outside the majestic marble portico of Gotham Museum, Poison Ivy stood alone reviewing the banner announcing the museums's latest exhibition: Flowers and Fruits - Still Life Through the Ages. It was as if they had personally invited her.
"Hey Red!"
Bouquet of yellow flowers carefully held in the nook of one arm, Poison Ivy turned in surprise. Harley Quinn was regarding her with hands on hips and a happy smile.
"I thought I told you to stay home."
"Awww, I knew you didn't mean it. We're a team. We're inseparable. We're-- Hey, who are the flowers for?"
Harley's nonchalant confidence collapsed into wilting worry.
"Batgirl."
"Batgirl? You goin' legit? So that's why you didn't want me along!"
"No, Batgirl is standing right behind you."
Alerted to the third party, Harley barely had to turn her head to spot the Dominoed Daredoll. Batgirl's red-hair and yellow bat-symbol were bright in the light of the street lamps.
"Sorry, ladies, but I'm going to have to stop you. Again."
"Harley, duck!"
With an over-arm throw Ivy hurled the bouquet at the pair standing in front of her. Despite the shouted warning neither heroine nor villainess had time to react before the flowers hit Harley in the head. Both Harley and Batgirl were enveloped in the cloud of yellow pollen the flung flowers released. Surprised they both started coughing, hands going to faces to wipe pollen from mask or fan away the pollen cloud.
"Red, what?!" Harley asked her comrade in crime with an aggrieved tone of voice.
"What was I doing here again?"
Batgirl acted like she'd stepped into a room and forgotten why as Poison Ivy strutted forward, hands resting on her ass in a pose that was midway between aggressive and seductive.
"Trying to stop us from breaking into the museum."
"Yeah, right. Like I care about that."
Batgirl snapped her fingers in Ivy's face to underline her contempt for the idea she had any interest in crime-fighting.
"That's the last we'll ever see of Batgirl," Poison Ivy declared as she watched Batgirl stride off into Gotham's deserted streets.
"What are we doing here?"
Harley had been regarding the whole scene with evident puzzlement. Now she asked her question with the same puzzlement that Batgirl had shown moments before. Then her eyes went wide in sudden shocked revelation. ""Uh! Oh my goodness, you're going to steal those paintings. Shame on you. Shame! Shame! That's immoral. That's--"
Ivy listened to the beginning of Harley's tirade with disinterested amusement. She pulled a red flower from her green corset and blew its pollen into Harley's face. Harley sniffed and relaxed, before continuing in a very different tone of voice.
"That's the strangest thing I've ever said."
* * *
"The red flower pollen counteracts the effect of the yellow," Ivy explained to Harley.
Between them they carried a dozen priceless works of art into their dingy hideout. The horrible place was all but devoid of plantlife except for a few potted experiments. Ivy needed the proceeds of a crime spree to set up big once more.
"And what does the yellow do again?"
"It reverses a person's moral outlook." Ivy dropped the red flower into a vase of water. Carrying stolen paintings had taken priority over recovering the bouquet of yellow flowers. "Batgirl used to be a goody two-shoes but now--"
"She's a crook like us."
"I prefer criminal entrepeneur."
Batgirl revealed herself from the shadows in the corner of the room. Instinctively both Ivy and Harley's arms reached for the sky as they surrendered to the long arm of the law that had discovered their hideout. Expensive paintings in exquisite frames clattered to the floor around them.
"You incompetent slugs left behind a Picasso." Batgirl displayed her own purloined painting as she addressed them with anger. "Do you have any idea what it's worth?"
Harley and Ivy glanced at one another, hands dropping cautiously as Batgirl strode over to stand between them. The Dark Night Damsel wrapped an arm around each villainess's neck and drew them in close.
"Now, on our next heist..."
Three wicked grins established the women's new partnership.
* * *
Later that same night in Harley and Ivy's hideout...
Batgirl stood beside a waist-high golden vase. When the Vined Vixen had been caught by police with guns making her exit with the vase, Batgirl had swung in on batrope to rescue the loot. And the criminal. Ivy leaned against a copy of Michelangelo's David, it might be a Renaissance imitation but it was still worth millions. At her feet were bundles of cash. Harley had been futilely hammering at the ATM with a comedy-sized mallet until Batgirl had hacked the machine's security and money had gushed out. Harley was sitting disconsolately on a pile of gold bullion. The other two had made her carry the lot out in a wheelbarrow. It had been damn heavy!
"I think we've out done ourselves. Thanks to our new partner."
Ivy put down the calculator and looked over to Batgirl. The other red-head wore a grin so wide it threatened to split her face.
"Don't you two ever sleep?" Harley asked through a yawn and drooping eyelids.
"No-one sleeps until I've stolen everything worth stealing in this town."
Batgirl pulled Harley to her feet by her lapels. She'd been bossing Harley around all night.
"Who died and made you Miss Criminal Mastermind?"
Harley wasn't impressed. She'd had enough. Besides she'd suffered much rougher treatment at the hands of Mistah J.
"Batgirl may be a lot of things but she's proven to be a much more efficient thief than you ever were." Harley's face fell as Ivy spoke and she turned to regard Ivy with an expression like a puppy that had just been kicked. "In fact I'd watch my step if I were you. In many ways Batgirl represents the ideal partner in crime. "
Ivy leaned in, an arm draped over Batgirl's shoulder. Batgirl stuck her tongue out. Harley turned away, but her frown turning upside into a crafty smile as something caught her eye.
"You know I liked you better before," she told Batgirl. "At least then you weren't so mean to us. You could try to be a little nicer."
Batgirl had been listening with crossed arms but she recognised a challenge when she heard one. One hand pulled back in a fist ready to punch, the other grabbed the clown by a white liliripe and pulled her forwards so they were only inches apart.
"Make me."
Harley blew a cloud of pollen into Batgirl's face. That was one move the corrupted crimefighter had not been expecting and she just stood there in a cloud of pollen as Harley got out of her face and out of range of the pollen.
"Don't!" Ivy cried out too late.
"What? You're right..." Batgirl rubbed at her head in puzzlement as she spoke in a contrite voice. "I haven't been behaving very nice at all."
"I think maybe an apology is in order? Hmmm? Whaddya say?"
Ivy was already making for the door. Harley had ruined another perfect caper but if she was quick Ivy might still get away. Harley just stood tapping a foot, waiting for a reply and oblivious to the inevitable consequences of Batgirl's second pollen dose.
"I guess I'd have to say..." Batgirl spoke slowly. "Sorry, let's kiss and make up."
Inspiration to this far...
Ivy turned at sounds very different from the stuggle she had been expecting. Once again Batgirl had grabbed Harley by a liliripe and pulled the bottle blonde into her face. But this time she hadn't stopped there. The two women had their lips mashed together, Batgirl trying to push her tongue into the still-too-surprised-to-react Harley's mouth. Ivy had turned just in time to see Harley's resistance vanish and her mouth open, lips joined and tongue's sliding against one another.
Ivy glanced at the vase with the red flower. The flower was still there, undisturbed. So what had Harley--? Ivy walked over to her workbench as Batgirl and Harley staightened up, wrapping arms around each other's waists and pulling together into an even more passionate clinch. Ivy sighed and rubbed a hand against her forehead. Harley! Then she picked something else up and walked over and tapped Batgirl on the shoulder.
"Mmm, I kissed a girl and I think I liked it," Batgirl declared as she broke the kiss with Harley. Harley still seemed a little dazed to speak.
"Oww! Hey, what was that?"
Poison Ivy had plunged a small syringe into Batgirl's shapely derriere. She pulled it out and took the opportunity to pluck the flower Harley still had in a hand around Batgirl's waist. Batgirl began to struggle to escape Harley's hold.
"Relax. It's the same antidote I gave Harley when we first met. Immunity to toxins so we can play nice." Ivy held the syringe up for the furious Batgirl to inspect, as if that would prove anything. But she also took the opportunity to squeeze some Bat-butt and just like that Batgirl was obeying her instruction to relax. "And as a little bonus the side-effects will make you stronger and faster."
"Red, what just happened?" Harley had emerged from her daze. "Why's the Bat suddenly making nice? Real nice."
Batgirl was nibbling at Harley's ear and as the cupid of crime finished speaking Batgirl began to plant small kisses on a trip back to black-lipsticked lips.
"Yellow to reverse a person's moral outlook. Red to counteract the effects of the yellow. But I was still working on purple."
Ivy sounded exasperated as she held up the purple flower she had plucked from Harley's hand. That Harley had earlier picked from her workbench. Harley couldn't respond. Her mouth was full of bat-tongue again. One of Batgirl's hands had moved up, looking for the hidden zipper at the back of Harley's costume.
"The purple is like the yellow except it only affects goody two-shoes," Ivy continued.
Evidently Harley had thought Batgirl's idea a good one because her hand was pulling at the concealed zipper of Batgirl's outfit. It was impossible to tell if either woman was paying any attention as Ivy continued her lecture.
"But unlike the yellow so far it only works on women. It has a few other side-effects. Permanently increased libido and a shift towards the sapphic side. And purple after yellow or purple makes the change in moral outlook irreversible. Batgirl's a badgirl for good now. And if she's not a bisexual nympho it's only because she's a lady-lover."
Batgirl was first to break the kiss again. The hand pulling Harley's zipper down had reached the small of the white-faced woman's back and Harley had almost reached the same point on Batgirl's clothing.
"Hmm, let me think... Do I still like Dick? I think I do, but just for his cock!"
Batgirl laughed. Whoever Dick was he might not have enjoyed the sound of that laugh.
"But right now? I just want to play nice with you two. I'm so horny, Harley."
"Hey, I'm tryin' to help!"
Harley and Batgirl released their holds on one another and began to push at their costumes as they wiggled free. Poison Ivy had an advantage with her corset bodysuit, she reached round her back and with one tug at the zip it was falling down her shapely legs. While Harley was still only half-undressed Ivy was ready as Batgirl's breasts were revealed.
"This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Each of Ivy's hands found one of Batgirl's pert breasts as her soft lips swallowed any reply the reverse role model might have wanted to make. Batgirl's hands went to Ivy's butt, gripping and kneading the soft flesh. Evidently Batgirl wasn't just a badgirl but a buttgirl as she neglected Ivy's magnificent tits.
"Wheee! Look at the pretties!"
Harley jumped in the air and clapped hand together as she stepped free of her costume. Her previous tiredness was evidently forgotten as dressed only in her black mask she stood for a moment watching her gal-pal and the corrupted cape making out. Then she knelt to pull Batgirl's legs free of black spandex costume. She began to kiss her way up Batgirl's bare body starting at the back of the knees. When she reached the bottom of the dominoed damsel's ass her hands shot up to grab Ivy's still sadly neglected boobs.
"Yahtzee!"
* * *
Batgirl sat on Harley's thighs, idly running a finger through the wetness around the maiden of mischief's pussy as she took a break to recover. Poison Ivy had produced a variety of different sextoys from her plant pots so far tonight. Something that looked like an eggplant but firmer and twice as long lay slick with juices on the sheets beside her, the vegetable double-dildo discarded for now after having emerging from her and Harley's cunts.
"She may be an inefficient thief, but I can see why you keep her around."
Batgirl had put her yellow boots and gloves back on so she wore just those and her mask. Harley and Ivy had wanted to know they were fucking badgirl Batgirl and she'd been only too happy to comply. Harley and Ivy were completely naked by now. Harley lay on her back, while Ivy faced Batgirl as she rode Harley's face. Ivy's hands were bunched in Harley's hair, gathering blonde hair into impromptu pig tails.
"Yes! Yesss!"
Poison Ivy evidently agreed as Harley held her close to climax. Harley had instructed them a dozen times and in a half-dozen different positions to 'ride their harley' and evidently she meant it. Her tongue moved with crazy speed and energy.
Unable to reply with words Harley hand rose up and showed a middle finger to Batgirl. Then it dropped and pushed into Batgirl's beaver. Harley probably would have tried for her asshole if she could reach. Batgirl moaned in pleasure. How much of her life had she wasted stopping people like Harley and Ivy when she could have been helping them and getting fucked for the privilege?
"You know what would improve this threesome? A foursome. I have just the girl in mind."
Batgirl leant back over the edge of the bed to grab her utility belt and a flower, careful not to pull free from the finger inside her. From a yellow pouch she pulled an ordinary looking cellphone and took a deep breath. Happy she could keep from groaning at Harley's slow pistoning she dialled a number. She had to wait a while for the other end to pick up and a sleepy voice. In the meantime she slipped her free hand into Harley's wet hole.
"Thank goodness you're there! I'm in trouble. They've captured me and Huntress. I'm free but I can't get out. I can hear them coming."
Batgirl's voice sounded scared and the words came tumbling out of her mouth too fast to hear any reply. Her hips began to thrust in time with Harley's finger in her depths.
"Yes! Yes! Please!"
Poison Ivy had been trying to keep quiet but it just wasn't possible. It didn't matter, Batgirl could use the interruption.
"Huntress is almost ready to crack. She's begging them. We need you now!"
Batgirl would have given an impressario's bow in pride at her perfomance, except that she didn't have the time and she would have hit Ivy's bouncing tits. Batgirl turned the speakerphone on and tossed the phone to floor beside her.
"Tropelet ot s'lrigtab edis!"
Zatanna appeared even as Poison Ivy screamed Harley's name, her hips bucking widely. Zatanna's blue eyes went wide but she didn't have time for any other reaction as Batgirl blew purple pollen into her face. Disappointingly the magician was dressed in black silk pyjamas instead of her stage costume of fishnets, white corset and black jacket.
"What? What's happening? What's the trick?"
Zatanna surprise was fading rapidly as her eyes flicked from Batgirl to Ivy's exposed breasts.
"What does it look like? It's a badgirl sex party."
"Mmm, I was rushing to save you Batgirl. I should save you. This isn't you." Zatanna's eyes were focussed on Batgirl and Harley's thighs now, watching as they slowly fingered each other cunts. "That's what a hero would do. But a badgirl..."
Zatanna paused for dramatic effect as Batgirl and Poison Ivy regarded her. Harley pushed Ivy up a little so she could see too from between the red-head's legs. Zatanna was still a showwoman. When she was centre of attention and anticipation had built enough... Her hands leapt to the front of her pyjamas and tore it open in a spray of buttons.
"Are you a badgirl?" Ivy asked as Zatanna began to play with her own melons.
"So horny, the pollen?" Zatanna moaned as she pinched her nipples. "I'm a badgirl. I'm a villain. The worst."
Together Poison Ivy and Batgirl began to stroke Zatanna's pussy through the silk pyjamas that covered it. At the same time as they teased at her sex they prevented Zatanna's own hands from reaching there.
"You look like a topless slut. Not a badgirl," Ivy teased.
"Have you even committed a crime? Only badgirl's get fucked here," Batgirl added.
"Hey, don't be mean," Harvey protested, "I'm sure she's rotten!"
Harley tried to wiggle free but it was easy for Batgirl and Ivy to prevent her from escaping their thighs. Seeing no relief would come from the blonde villainess Zatanna fell to her knees ready to begin pleading. Unable to tease at her cunt anymore Harley and Ivy switched to groping her tits instead. Then a look of revelation swept over Zatanna's face, followed by a wicked grin.
"I'm a fucking magical monster. Annataz si desserd ni yttuls egats emutsoc. Namtab emutsoc raeppa no eht kcab fo eht rood. I hope wherever he is he doesn't need to be dressed."
Zatanna was suddenly dressed in a very different to normal version of her costume. Her legs were in fishnets, but her black thong had a window cut in it so that her cunt was visible through the fishnets that covered it. Her white corset still supported her huge breasts but it did nothing to conceal them. Only her black jacket remained unchanged from what she'd worn at last night's show.
"Heh, heh, Hahaha! Such a naughty badgirl," Harley was the only one to notice Batman's costume appear on the back of the door.
"Bad enough."
Ivy grabbed an arm and pulled Zatanna up and onto her lips. Batgirl shrugged and tore Zatanna's fishnets. Zatanna's pussy was already stimulated to readiness from the earlier teasing so Batgirl's finger slipped easily in. Batgirl knew Zatanna had been straight as well as good. Turning the superheroine and fucking her was the final stimulation Batgirl needed and she came, cunt clenching tight around the laughing Harley's expert fingers.
"Fuck, yes. Fuck my naughty cunt you teasing bitches. Fuck me and I'll show you a magical time."
Ivy added a finger to join Batgirl's in Zatanna's depths, while the goddess of greenery continued to kiss the mistress of magic. Meanwhile still giggling Harley finally managed to wiggle free. With nowhere else to go she clamped her mouth to Zatanna's tit and began to suck like it was going out of fashion.
"Where's your ambition, Ivy?" Batgirl pinched the other red-head's nipple hard. Ivy gasped so hard she broke the kiss she was sharing with Zatanna. "What's better than a foursome? Why do you think I chose Zatanna?"
Ivy looked angry, Zatanna puzzled. But as Ivy gently rubbed her sore nipple, clearly planning to retaliate, an evil grin appeared on Zatanna's face. It wouldn't have looked out of place on a demon from hell, though to the watching villainess's it looked so sexy their pussies gushed a little wetter.
"Yreve namow doog sehtaerb s'yvi lrigdab xes-nellop."
"Wha?" Harley asked, voice muffled by the tit in her mouth.
"Every good girl in the world just got a dose of purple pollen."
"That's right. Including the virgins," Zatanna declared with a creepy intensity. She grabbed both hands sending fingers inside and pushed them in hard and fast. "Yes! Fuck you later... Tropelet ot s'naitram ssim tnuc."
Zatanna vanished.
"What a bitch!"
Outside the sounds of broken glass, alarms and screams began to rise. Inside three badgirls resumed their threesome.
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