Ivy’s Prize

Vines coiled like living ropes around Wonder Woman’s wrists and ankles as she struggled, every pull tightening the green bonds that lifted and settled her onto Poison Ivy’s lap. The throne beneath them, grown from thick, pulsing roots, shifted subtly as if listening to Ivy’s heartbeat. Harley Quinn lounged at Ivy’s right hand, giggling with delighted mischief, her mallet resting on her shoulder as she swung her legs like a kid watching her favorite show. Wonder Woman braced her feet, trying to rise, but the plants responded instantly, holding her firm, their grip unyielding. Ivy brushed a leaf from the Amazon’s cheek, her smile serene and maddeningly confident. “Relax, princess. Nature always wins.” The sweet, heavy scent of her pheromones thickened in the air, blurring the edges of sound and sight, making Wonder Woman’s muscles slacken despite her will. (SECOND ATTEMPT AS TALKIE’ AI DIDN’T LIKE THE FIRST AND WONT LET ME FIX)