This was not the last night in which Poison Ivy and her new pet engaged in rampant fucking, but this was the first. Significantly, it was the night that the Batman, crusader of justice, had officially died, lost forever to the lusts and loves he felt for his mistress.
The two of them lived only to please the other, continuing their sex until the effects of the lipstick wore off and Ivy had orgasmed a few times herself. Not nearly as many as the man formerly known as Bruce Wayne had climaxed, but still a fair amount of them.
They slept in the vault, the flower petals closing around them to provide adequate shade and the Batsuit being used as a blanket. It had a few stains on its front by the time they had woken up, apparently from his dreams of her. They lived on fresh fruits and vegetables from the garden, and when Ivy decided to have some more fun, she grabbed her tube of lipstick.
On Monday morning at 7:00 A.M., the bank manager arrived to discover the several shattered windows and damaged property, but he found nothing stolen that he could see. He checked the vault, opening it to discover a still-fucking pair of bodies on the giant flower in the center of the large garden. Completely in the thrall of Ivy’s control at the influence of her pheromones, the bank manager opted to close the vault and the bank for the rest of the day. The patrons who arrived had no idea why.
Later that night, the manager returned to open the vault at Ivy’s behest, then entered the vault to live out his final few minutes before the giant pistil swallowed him whole. Ivy exited wearing her standard set of sparse leaves, her pet in tow wearing the Batsuit. Later at Wayne Manor, they wore nothing.
That morning, the two of them discovered the corpse of Alfred Pennyworth, who had apparently shot himself in the head in the Batcave, clutching a picture of the Wayne family in one hand and a small pistol in the other. The late butler’s master felt nothing at the sight of him, under Ivy’s spell. They even fucked a few minutes later in the cave, the body not twenty feet away.
Gotham had thought its hero dead, but he returned a week after his venture into the bank to rob a different building; he stole a few plant samples from ACE Chemicals that his mistress had ordered him to retrieve. His reward more than made up for the trek.
With those plants, Ivy managed to increase both her control and her power over nature. She concocted a new spore that could make her pet capable of surviving any poison, and a second spore that could poison any other human. When she was ready, she unleashed them onto the city, toxic spores flying from the coast to the bridge. Millions were killed in just the first few minutes, Gotham City caught completely off guard and without its hero to save them.
No, their hero returned as their conqueror, bearing a new, greener outfit and calling himself only by the name Ivy gave him: pet. Those who survived by fleeing to the underground were hunted down and killed. Gotham City was completely destroyed in less than a day.
Out of the ashes came plant life, burgeoning to create a new Gotham. The contents of the bank vault when she had prepared for her encounter with the Batman had only a fraction of the beauty that Ivy created over the miles of the now empty land. Though the government had labeled the destruction of Gotham a disaster, there was no explanation for the sudden surge of green in the city.
Ivy’s power grew with an entire city that was under her thumb. The magnitude of her reach and abilities became so great that she was able to disperse the same toxins all over North America. In six hours, the United States became completely inhospitable to human life. Those who had fled underground were not safe from the forest that encompassed the land that had once been their homes.
The leaders of other countries desperately made contact with Ivy to try to stop her from doing the same to the entire planet. She ignored them.
Mass evacuations began, worldwide pleas were made, threats of nuclear retaliation. Four countries elected to launch their missiles at what had once been Gotham City, but Ivy’s pet shot them out of the atmosphere with the Batplane.
Ivy showed no mercy to mankind, just as they had shown no mercy to the Earth. The toxic spores spread to the rest of the world, killing most of the men and women with ease in two days. Though most species of land animals had survived the purge of humanity, trees grew foods that were poisonous to men. The survivors fell with foaming mouths.
The Earth became a prosperous set of forests and gardens. Ivy dispatched her pet to hunt down the remaining humans that had evacuated to the Arctic zones in search of safety; he found less than five thousand people alive in a shambling colony. They died when he bombed the ice beneath them.
Five days later, the last human in the world was the former Batman. He returned from the Arctic to find an even more beautiful place than when he had left. Ivy welcomed him with open arms and open folds. The two of them celebrated her victory with their best sex yet.
Nine months later, Ivy bore their first child together, daughter of a goddess and the last man to ever walk the Earth. To Ivy, she was her most precious baby, as she was intelligent and one with nature at birth. Her second child came a year later, another daughter with the same qualities as her first. Then, another year later, a boy was born.
Though Ivy had long planned to kill her pet once she had ensured that she had created a new race that could sustain itself, she had grown fond of the former Batman in their three years together. She kept him alive, but she decided to stop having children; what need was there when the children they had already had could take care of the planet already? Plus, she lost time she could be using fucking her pet when she was too pregnant.
And that was how they spent the rest of their lives. Their mornings consisted of fucking, as did their afternoons, and their evenings, and sometimes their nights. The Batman had long since been ended, but the man who had stepped out of his ashes became the last living human and the most sexually gratified man who had ever lived.