Robin finds himself hypnotized
"Master Dick, I haven't heard from Master Bruce for half an hour," a voice said in Robin's comm link. "And I know he arrived at the Gotham museum to confront Ms. Isely."
"Copy that, Alfred. I'll go check it out." Robin switched his comm link off. Then he jumped off of the rooftop into a glide with his cape. He flew over Gotham's streets until he arrived in the Bowery district, the county housing the museum. Who the hell knew why Ivy made a museum he lair? She'd usually make her hideout on the outskirts of town, or in some park. Never in a museum full of historical relics. As far as Poison Ivy was concerned, human history was worthless.
Robin landed inside of the museum's rafters after he smashed through a ventilation grate in midair. He switched his detective vision into activity. Only one person was below from what he could see, and it probably wasn't a good sign that there wasn't a heartbeat coming from the body yet the body was still moving voluntary. Poison Ivy had the ability to stop her heart since she no longer needed blood anymore.
Where was Bruce?
He crawled through the system of directional ventilation until he found another cover which led into the building's lobby, the room adjacent to Poison Ivy's room. He crushed a bar with his fingers and pulled the grate into the vent. He crawled over it and dropped to the floor. He landed right behind the receptionist's desk. The place wasn't crawling with plants like he'd expected.
No, the place was entirely empty.
No papers, no signs, no broken glass, no water, spores, footprints, dust or pollen. Nothing but the front desk.
He slowly walked over to the closed door and tried searching for anything through it with detective vision. Plants wouldn't have bone structures or heart rates, but they would have thermal recognition, something that the sight provided. There was no signs of life other than Ivy in that room.
"Let's get this over with," Robin muttered. He switched off detective vision. He slammed his shoulder into the door and burst through it, halting himself as he noticed something. Something he hadn't before. Something that detective vision would have deprived him of had he not turned it off.
Ivy wore nothing.
She turned her head over her shoulder towards Robin. "Like what you see?" She turned around, exposing her breasts to the Boy Wonder.
And boy, was it a wonder indeed how she kept him completely paralyzed with just a few words and a lack of clothes. "Would you like to have them?" Ivy asked seductively.
He snapped out of his trance. "Where is the Batman? What did you do to him?"
"He's sleeping right now," Ivy replied. "Can I take a message?"
Sleeping? Bruce? Sleeping on the job? Did she mean dead? "WHERE?"
"In a place where he won't disturb us, birdie. He didn't mind me using some of his sex toys." She revealed a Batclaw from out of nowhere- considering she had no clothes to hide it with- and shot Robin with it. He pulled himself back, but the hold was too strong, and he was dragged towards her. He skidded on his knees to a stop in front of Ivy, and she wrapped an arm around his head. She again produced an object out of nowhere- this time a batarang- and held it next to his throat.
Robin gulped and stopped resisting. Although they weren't made for this purpose, the batarangs Bruce had designed were certainly sharp enough to cut throats. She rubbed it against his neck with the flat edge. "Maybe it's time that the bird of Gotham scores for the first time."
She pulled him around her in a headlock based move, with her on top of him. She dropped the batarang and placed both hands on the floor around Robin's arms. Robin found it very unsettling to have an entirely naked woman on top of him while he had his whole costume on. But he couldn't move quite yet, for the risk of her kissing him per any escape attempt.
Ivy lay upon him like he was a bed. She raised her face a centimeter above his, whispering into his mouth. "Maybe it's time the bird of Gotham finds his owner." She kissed the top of his nose.
Now! Robin sprang into action, grabbing both of Ivy's shoulders and throwing her to the side, one of his gloved fingers grazing the side of her breast in the process. He rolled in the opposite direction onto his feet and landed in a crouch.
The batclaw fired again, and again the hold was too strong, though Robin was better prepared for it this time. He regained his balance about ninety decimeters away. He took a deep breath to prepare for an assault.
The air tasted sweet.
His guard lowered slightly, and allowed Ivy to blow more pheromone dust into his face. He dropped his hands entirely after he breathed that burst in. She shot one more at him, and he felt his shoulders sag, and his eyes lower to her breasts. Were they getting bigger? Or was it his mind getting more focused?
The latter was probably it. He could see clearly now. For the first time ever, he saw his world for what it truly was. His entire world were the green mounds on the woman three feet away. He walked towards his world.
Robin saw his world expand with each step. He also felt his member expand with each passing moment. It grew so much that it burst out of his pants. That's a first. How often does a penis become so erect it rips a hole in the pants it presides in.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, the breasts right in front of his face. His cock was so long it was touching the ground.
Ivy stepped on his cock. He didn't even feel it. He just dove his face into the new world.
He dove so fast he tackled Ivy to the ground, though she didn't seem to mind. She rubbed his head and gave him what he might consider a foot job if his penis weren't cold and in contact with the floor.
He licked one breast and groped the other. They might as well have been peak-less mountains for the size of them. And he climbed higher and higher until he reached the nipple, where he began sucking. He switched breasts after milk spurted out of it. He continues to do the same thing over and over until Ivy grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him up to meet her face. Ivy forced Robin into a passionate kiss. After a few seconds, she broke the kiss and pushed him back down to her breasts, and he continued where he left off.
If there were any thoughts other than Ivy before she kissed him that he couldn't remember now, he would never know. He would never have another thought ever again.
She rolled him over to his back, shimmied down, and rubbed the foot-long with her hands. She gripped it tightly, then shoved it between her breasts and moaned. She circled and danced around while remaining in place, giving Robin the most amazing boob job anyone had ever given. It wasn't long before he came and fell unconscious.