The Imperfect Secretary Pt. 2 (Batman) (Patreon)

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Themes: Outdoor Sex, Breeding, Fucked Silly

Summary: Part 2 of The Imperfect Secretary. Ivy isn't happy when she finds out Harley is playing house with Bruce. That's until Harley regales her with tales of just how good of a lover Bruce Wayne is. Ivy isn't sure she buys it, but she lets Harley get her hired as a live-in Groundskeeper all the same. She's going to get to the bottom of this whole thing... personally.

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Not for the first time, Poison Ivy wonders what the hell she’s doing right now. Tending to the Wayne Estate as their live-in Groundskeeper? Since when did her entire world turn on its damn head?

Well, no… she knew the answer to that, didn’t she? The world had stopped making sense right around the time that she’d sent Harley off with a specialized toxin designed to allow the crazy woman to turn Bruce Wayne into her lovesick thrall. It should have been child’s play. Harley would have her sugar daddy, and Ivy would sleep better knowing that another rich fucker who didn’t care about the environment had got what was coming to him.

And yeah sure, Wayne Industries was maybe a little bit better than most of its competitors. But being the nicest corporation was like being the nicest serial killer. And no, that wasn’t hypocritical. Fuck you.

Anyways, that little scheme had not gone according to plan, mostly because Harley had gone and fallen in love with the target. Instead of enthralling Bruce Wayne, she’d fallen for him hard, and before Ivy knew it, she was getting a call from Harley letting her know the whole thing was off.

Ivy might have blown a gasket and cut all ties with Harley right then and there if it wasn’t for the other piece of news that the woman dropped on her. Harley was pregnant… and Bruce Wayne was the father. Needless to say, finding that out had left Ivy’s head spinning. She hadn’t known what to think. On the one hand, she was happy for Harley. On the other hand, she kind of wanted to go and kill Bruce Wayne.

Harley had talked her down. Rather, she’d gone ahead and talked Ivy into giving him a ‘chance’. On top of talking up Bruce’s skills in bed, Harley had also waxed poetic about how he was actually a much better man than he seemed. The party boy façade was, according to Harley, just that… a façade. Underneath it, he was actually a very kind, conscientious sort of man.

Needless to say, Poison Ivy didn’t buy that for one second. Sure, Harley would be better positioned than most to know the ‘real’ Bruce Wayne… but what if it was a double bluff? What if the party boy act was one layer… and the kind, conscientious man was another? And deep down inside, Bruce Wayne was exactly what he looked like… a callous, rich businessman who’d made billions off of the expense of the planet, just like everyone else in his income bracket.

Still, Harley had made Ivy promise she’d give him a chance. And in turn, Ivy had made Harley promise that she would have an opportunity to investigate him… personally.

With Harley’s help, they’d gotten Ivy hired as the Wayne Estate’s Groundskeeper. And so Ivy had spent the last few weeks getting the measure of Bruce Wayne. One could learn a lot about someone by how they treated those beneath them. And what was more beneath a rich businessman like Bruce Wayne than the plant life that made his massive mansion and grounds look so damn good?

… And yet, at every corner, the bastard had impressed her. Now obviously Ivy herself didn’t get many opportunities to talk to Wayne. Instead, most of her communications went through his butler, Alfred Pennyworth. Still, Ivy, disguised as ‘Pammy Violet’, had done everything she could to test Bruce Wayne and his butler.

Harley had pushed back against anything too bad, but that hadn’t stopped Ivy from making all of the necessary demands to improve the health of the Wayne Estate’s greenery. Things that most humans would have considered ‘irrelevant’ and ‘not important’. Things that mattered, even if the rest of the human race didn’t think they did.

Despite that, however, Alfred and thus Wayne had acquiesced to every single one of her demands. They’d given her an open-ended budget and hadn’t so much as blinked an eye so far, even though her spending had rapidly broken six figures and then kept rising. By this point, she’d be over a million spent by the end of the month, and they were… just okay with it.

There were also the less important things too, like the glimpses Ivy had gotten of Bruce Wayne interacting with his young charges. The man had adopted multiple orphans at this point, on top of having a flesh and blood son. One might think his reasons for doing so would range from either downright nasty to simply pragmatic and cutthroat, but as far as Ivy had been able to tell, he actually cared about each and every one of them, the bastard.

Not that she cared all that much about how humans treated humans, even the younger ones. They were all destined to do irreparable harm to the environment after all. Still… it was another mark in Bruce Wayne’s favor, damn it. And that meant… well, that meant there was just one last test for her to do.

Of course, in order to carry out such a test, Poison Ivy needed to get Bruce alone. She needed his butler and those kids to be away too so there weren’t any unintended witnesses. That took time to arrange, but finally… she’d done it.

“What was it you wanted to show me, Ms. Violet?”

“This tree.”

Ivy leads Wayne over to the tree in question. It’s a big one, huge and with a thick trunk. Of course, when she’d first gotten ‘hired on’, it had just begun dying. Something had started poisoning its roots. She’d brought it to the attention of Pennyworth and Wayne, expecting them to do nothing and force her to act, but then just like that they’d taken her concerns seriously and handled it practically overnight. Apparently, there was some old human construction underground that they thought might be to blame. It was always humans, in the end.

Regardless, now the tree was stronger than ever. Perfect for her purposes.

“This one? Is it hurting again?”

Huh, he’d remembered. Ivy frowns, hating how authentic his concern sounds. But… whatever.

“No, it’s fine. That’s not why I wanted to show it to you.”

Before Bruce Wayne can react, Ivy pulls the zipper on her coveralls… and steps out of them, exposing her naked body in all its glory. It’d been a bitch and a half to develop an organic chemical capable of getting rid of the light green tinge in her skin for this undercover operation, but she’d done it. As such, all Bruce Wayne sees is pale beauty as she stands before him, naked and exposed.

“Ms. Violet, wha-!”

Sauntering forward, Ivy wraps her arms around Bruce Wayne’s neck and pulls him into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. For a moment, he tenses up, his hands grabbing onto her hips as if to tear him away. But then he pauses… and lets the kiss linger. Ivy isn’t using any of her toxins or anything like that. She’d, ugh, promised Harley that she wouldn’t for this.

When they finally pull back, Ivy smirks.

“Call me Pam.”

Then, she begins to draw him backwards, stepping casually back towards the tree as she tugs him with her. He goes without much resistance, but he does look torn.

“Ms. Violet… rather, Pam… I’m not sure we can do this. I’m already in a committed relationship.”

Ugh. Harley had warned her that he might say that. Fortunately, the answer was simple. It even had the benefit of being true. Raising a single brow and smirking, Ivy scoffs.

“Who do you think put me up to this, Mister Wayne? Harriet was the one who recommended me, after all.”

For a long moment, Bruce Wayne looks… conflicted. Ivy wonders if the man will figure out who she and Harley really are. It’s not like they’ve done THAT much to hide it. Beyond altering their physical looks, their disguises are paper thin. And Ivy personally doesn’t have much tied up in keeping up the charade. Except for the fact that it’ll make Harley sad. Ugh.

“If you’re worried about upsetting her, don’t be. We have her blessing, Bruce. So fuck me. Show me a taste of what she’s been bragging about for weeks.”

He lets out a sigh at that… and then suddenly, Ivy is in the air. Her eyes widen as big, strong hands grab hold of her ass and lift her up, pushing her back against the tree trunk mere inches behind her now. A gasp tears its way from her lips, even as Bruce is the one to initiate the kiss this time around.

So forward… but then, that was what Ivy was hoping for. Here it was. The temptation to end all temptations. If Bruce Wayne was secretly a monster, he wouldn’t be able to help himself she figured. This right here? This was the juiciest fucking bait she could think up, so long as he didn’t know it was really her.

Not only was nobody around, but they were far enough away from the mansion that no one would hear her scream even if they were there. The tree, also, was big enough to hide them from view from both the road and the house. He could do whatever he wanted to his poor, unsuspecting Groundskeeper out here, and she wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop him… or so it seemed.

Needless to say, if Bruce Wayne did turn out to be yet another Gothamite Serial Killer, Ivy would have no qualms about putting him down right then and there. She’d had a hard enough time getting Harley out of the Joker’s clutches. She definitely wasn’t going to leave her best friend stuck with another psycho.

But until Wayne showed his true colors, Ivy was along for the ride. She groans as he kisses her, and moans as they grind against one another. His cock is soon out and pressing against her folds as her legs wrap around his waist. One thing is for sure… Harley was right about Bruce’s size. The man is certainly well-endowed as he slides along her slit back and forth a few times, getting her moist.

Of course, it’s not about the size, it’s how you use it. That’s the thought that passes through Ivy’s mind, right before Wayne fills her with his cock and she groans involuntarily. He slides up inside of her without so much as a ‘by your leave’, but to be fair, she already did give him permission didn’t she?

Fuck, he’s huge. Fuck, he’s good. Ivy’s fingers dig into Wayne’s back through his suit jacket, even as he starts fucking her against the tree. She likes it, much to her own chagrin. She likes how he’s fucking her. It’s not all gentle and lovey dovey or anything like that. He seems to sense that that’s not what she’s here for.

But the roughness has a quality to it all its own. When he fucks her, he’s not just fucking her for his own pleasure. He’s focusing on her just as much. It’s more than Ivy has gotten from any other male lover in her life, she’s forced to admit. Not that she’d been with a man since she got her powers, but still…

Her nails dig further into Wayne’s back as she groans into his shoulder. In turn, he grunts, pounding into her even harder. Fuck… fuck, was she really going to fall for it? It was too good to be true. He was too good to be true. And yet… and yet…

Ivy tips over the edge in the middle of her indecision, groaning and moaning in unison as she cums all over Wayne’s cock. She shudders against him, trying her best to muffle her noises with his shoulder again. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck…

Meanwhile, Wayne slows down for a moment, letting her recover. The shaking and spasming of her orgasm eventually subsides, at which point she’s able to lift her head up again, laying it back against the tree behind her as she looks him in the eyes. The bastard has the nerve to actually look concerned.

“Do we need to stop, Pam?”

Ivy growls.

“Fuck that. Don’t you dare stop, you bastard. Give it to me. Give it to me harder!”

She clamps her legs down on his hips, her ankles locking behind him as she clenches down on his cock. Bruce grunts and then nods sharply, before beginning to fuck her again. This time, he fucks her even harder… and Ivy lets herself go. She lets herself truly enjoy it, groaning and moaning and all that bullshit.

The villainess is still on guard, of course. She’s not completely forgetting her theory that Bruce Wayne might secretly be a serial killer. He doesn’t know it, but her babies are all around them, poised to end his life the moment he tries anything funny. Even the tree he’s fucking her against is ready to skewer him clean through if he tries to harm her.

But he never does. And the more he fucks her, the more Ivy is forced to admit that she might just be wrong. Even as he cums inside of her at long last, she’s still not entirely convinced… but for the time being at least, Wayne has earned himself a stay of execution. Ugh, Harley is going to be so insufferably, Ivy just knows it.

Still, once he pulls out of her, Ivy makes sure to drop to her knees and begin cleaning off his cock with her mouth and tongue. She’s not above rewarding a job well done, after all. And good lord had he done his job to perfection.

Of course, she has no clue that her cover is already blown, just like Harley’s. Nor does she know who Bruce Wayne really is. And Ivy certainly doesn’t know that she’s pregnant after this encounter. She’s not supposed to even be able to GET pregnant anymore. But life… life finds a way.

Still, those too are revelations for another time.