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In all honesty, he had though that things would be harder, taking out one of Gotham's premier 'super'-villains. everyone had heard about how ruthless Poison Ivy was. How her kiss was toxic, and her domain a green labyrinthine of killer plants. Her hatred of humans in general and men in particular. Her insidious pollen that could bind the mind and break a person to her will. He'd heard it all, and yet he'd taken the contract out on her anyway. He wasn't sure if this came from a rival crime boss, or someone from the city who had grown sick of the inability of Arkham to contain the vibrant plant woman.

He hadn't cared either.

When it came down to it, all it had taken was an ungodly amount of weed killer and a tap into the city plumbing line. He'd flooded the pipes that fed her little garden. Poisoned the well, as it were. And waited. It had taken two days, but the sheer amount of plant killer in the well that fed her garden was enough to leave it all dead and drooping. And the bitch herself wasn't doing too good either.

"Funny," he'd said softly when he found her, looking down at the vixen. "I kinda figured you'd be dead already. I guess I gotta kill what's still human in you, too," he taunted. He watched her face twist in pain and anger. As if the idea that there was anything human left in her was offensive. But she could barely raise her arm to fend him off. "Its amazing no one ever tried this before. I guess the bat was just too much of a goody goody to stoop to this. But hey, when weeds crop up, you got to pull them out at the root. A little killer goes a long way, don't you think?"

The taunting was all part of the service as he looked her over. She was naked, her leaf like garments having wilted and fallen away from her body. Though her body was still voluptuous and tempting, her skin had taken on a yellow tinge of the truly sick. He didn't mind that though. The contract had said to send a message, and as he removed his pants, he made it clear he was going to do just that. She watched, of course - she was too weak to do anything else, her chest heaving as she tried to simply breathe, rising up and down, jiggling her tits. Those green eyes went wide in fear then, he saw it, and he grinned as he gripped himself, stroking his dick to its full girth. "Yeah, they sent me to do a job on you, and I'm planning to do just that in every way, doll. And don't you try to kiss me either. It won't work." He winked as he moved in and kicked her legs apart, eliciting a yelp of pain. "I took an anti venom. Your little kiss of death won't work on me. Funny what you can get your hands on if you have friends inside Arkham. They took a lot of samples out of you, and they whipped up some good shit, let me tell you. Pam. Can I call you Pam?"

She spat in his face as he knelt, the only answer she seemed capable of giving. Shrugging, he brought back one massive fist and then gave her a hard, swift blow to the face. Something cracked in her skull and she cried out in pain, one eye shutting as it darkened swiftly. "Oops," he said, laughing now. He'd broken the orbital bone of her eye, and he used her distracted state to line himself up. Her legs were on either side of his, and he roughly pulled her forward, spearing the pained villain upon his cock.

He took his time with her, of course. You don't get to fuck a broad like Poison Ivy every day. He dealt with her protests in the efficient way as he'd done the first time, and it only took two more applications to really drive the message home. She had a pair of shiners that matched and would make her a sure stand in for a raccoon by the time he was done, as well as a fist sized bruise in her stomach. She'd mewled from that point on, whimpering and crying softly, but he didn't mind that. She'd outright wailed when he came inside of her, blowing his load there, coating her cunt with his spunk. He'd grinned down at her, and when he'd pulled out, he'd wiped his sticky, spent cock on her face, leaving her cheeks glistening with a mix of spunk and her own juices.

"It's a shame I can't stick around and have some more fun, Pam, but duty calls, you know?" He asked, chuckling. He'd made her cry, he'd fucked her, broken her, and beat on her. There was only one thing left to do. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a drag, as he put his pants back on. Then he walked over to one of the bottles he'd brought with him. It was big and red, and had a long, yellow nozzle.

"Do you know the best way to deal with an overgrown lot, Pam?" He asked as he twisted the cap, and then started to dump the gasoline out onto her. She screamed then, realizing what he was doing as he soaked her, and then backed away, leaving a trail that wound through the dead plants, toward the entrance to the garden. "Yeah, that's right, you figured it out. I don't even have to say it. I'd say I'll see you around, Pam, but well, we both know that's a lie." He waved then, and turned, flicking the half smoked cig away behind him. He heard a soft sizzle, and then a sharp intake of air as a rush of heat swept away from where he'd been standing. Her screams grew louder, but everyone knew to stay away from Ivy's garden. No one came as he left, the orange flames licking up the trees, reaching for the sky.

By the time the Gotham Fire Department arrived, it was too little too late. They could simply contain the blaze, keep it from spreading out of the gardens to other buildings, but it roared away inside the grounds, turning everything that had once been there - including Poison Ivy herself - to ash.

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