The Batman: Downfall Ch. 07

Sebastian tried to shout out for them to stop but the words stuck in his throat, he watched as Jim Gordon naked and erect grabbed the man that was forcing his cock into his wife's mouth and pushed him away, his cock popping free as he went. Gordon hardly glanced at the man as he fell in a heap and screamed incoherently instead he turned back to Simone and without hesitation or asking pushed his cock into her open and willing mouth.

The man behind her stepped back, his cock wilting and a thin stream of cum connected him and the woman for a second before it broke, the man on the floor scrambled to his feet and raced around to the now vacant area, his cock still a rigid and with another angry scream shoved himself hard into her. Sebastian turned away he managed a step before his legs gave way and he fell to his knees and began to weep uncontrollably.

Whatever semblance these people held was lost in the driving madness that had enveloped them one at a time as their amygdala began to expand and their frontal lobe began to lose a battle as quickly as its supply of blood began to dwindle. Tad Hardcaster was the first to go, he had climbed from his bed and gone straight to the person he saw as his tormentor, he had pounced on him and tore his nose from his face.

Tad had turned his attention to the nurse, it was as he pounced on her that the unassuming in life William Boyd had grabbed him around the neck and repeatedly smashed his head against the door until his face was nothing more than a pulped and bloody mess and his body spasmed as the nerves and muscles died. William Boyd had helped the nurse to her feet only to rip her uniform from her body his chubby hands pawing at her as she cried out for help he silenced her with a blow to the face before mounting her.

One by one they all became consumed by the anger that had been unleashed inside them, Jim Gordon had sent a man flying across the room the body shattering one glass panel, the body lay crumpled on the floor where Paul Noyce began to kick and stamp at the head with his bare foot until it caved in. Paul stumbled off dragging his now broken foot behind him, his own excitement at seeing the nurse poking through his gown.

Simone Garcia had given herself willingly to Gideon Rush, she had taken a bite of his shoulder, tearing old flesh from the muscle though the old man had hardly noticed as he fucked Simone with a ungraceful mix of quick thrusts and stuttering jerks, he had not cum in her for more than a few seconds before he was punched in the head from the side his frail body spinning away while Clark Feather, he with the ample gut and ample cock pushed himself into the willing and waiting Simone.

Her chart showed the name Samantha Kinkalow, but for most of her life she had gone by the name Selina Kyle, was on all fours, Gideon Rush a man almost in his eighties was under her, his hips bucking up as his small, hard cock entered her well used sex, while behind her Clark Feather a man that on any other day would have Selina repulsed by the gut on him buried his surprisingly well endowed cock into her backside. She had let out a feral yelp the first time the huge head had nudged at her tiny anus only for it to be forced forward with painful surprise.

Jim Gordon pulled free of Simone's mouth, his cum dribbled from her mouth as she let out a long moan of pleasure as the man behind continued to drive into her. Gordon's cock was still rigid, he had cum twice now and still the overwhelming need to fuck and to fight consumed him. He found Samantha Kinkalow on her knees Gideon and Clark had finished with her and had moved on to one another. Samantha's sex was pushed down on the now unconscious and possibly dead Doctor Daniel Black, Samantha mewed like a cat, and she hissed and clawed at anyone who came within reaching distance as she ground down on the doctor's face. Jim Gordon caught one hand as it flashed out her nails still managing to gouge four deep cuts in his thigh, her wrist snapped and she let out a hate filled yelp. Jim held her up, dragging her from the doctor, her inner thighs smeared with fresh blood as she kicked and twisted in the man's grip. He threw her to the floor and was between her legs quickly, the blood smearing across his own flesh as his cock found her blooded sex and slipped in with sticky ease.

It continued on this way for ten minutes, anyone who dared to enter the room was assaulted and they were left with no choice but to lock the door in case any of the patients was to break free. The Mayor turning up had not been planned but it had heralded the only solution left to the hospital. Five armed police officers in riot gear stood at the doorway, in amongst them were three orderlies, they had wanted more but no one had volunteered. Each carried a small plastic case containing ten needles all filled with the strongest sedative the hospital had stock of.

The plan was simple, push their way in, knock them to the floor, incapacitate them if necessary then inject them and hope to God it worked.

One officer would say later that it was like entering a war zone, as soon as they had entered all the anger, all the hate turned on them. A night stick shot out of the crowded riot police and caught one patient in the mouth his teeth breaking with a sickening crunch, an orderly brave from a sudden rush of adrenaline stuck a needle into any bit of bare skin he could find and pushed the plunger all the way down.

As the police and orderlies moved into the room they remained a tight unit letting the enraged patients bounce off shields or topple with the force of a night stick to the face, each patient downed was injected. Jim Gordon put up a big fight and the officers found it difficult to go at the man with all their might the punch that felled their Police Commissioner was delivered with an apologetic "Sorry!"

Twenty minutes later the officers sat, knelt or stood with horror and tiredness mixed on their faces. One orderly had been stretchered off with a broken leg and half an ear missing when Simone Garcia had lunged forward and taken a bite. They watched as nurses and doctors went about their work in the room, placing the patients on the beds and strapping them down before they cleaned the blood and semen and other fluids from their skins. Only then could they see what needed suturing. Four bodies were taken away in black body bags Daniel Black was in one of them the other three were patients. The nurse who had found herself trapped inside had been taken away they had found her with a face resembling a pulped strawberries, ribs broken and her sex a torn mess.

Boone Arboretum,

Batgirl stood on the bridge that overlooked the abandoned Arboretum; it was easy to see why Batman had overlooked this place. In the heavy downpour old flyers hung and fluttered on the large boarded fence that enveloped the run down property. Nature had been hard at work for the last few years, well pruned hedges and tree's now hung over grown in a weed filled conglomeration that made up the once welcoming entrance garden. The Arboretum had formed its own urban camouflage and bad paperwork had helped it disappear from the Gotham subconscious.

The vista lit up with a wicked flash of lightning followed by a deep rumble of thunder, the rain refused to be beaten on noise and the downpour grew heavier its sound increasing with the fresh gusto. She lingered on the bridge apprehension holding her back, but the tingling in her sex telling her to swing down there and fight. The next flash of lightning brought the image of Ivy and Batman together to life before her eyes, except it was now Batgirl and Batman. A reward for doing such a good job, Batgirl blushed under her mask, she was delaying the mission anyway she could.

Batgirl was not stupid enough to go in through the front door instead she slipped round the rear finding a hole in the fence that she cut through into the grounds. The moment she was on the other side of the fence she knew she had the right place. The air smelt fetid and hot with plant life, around her weeds had withered and died, new growth, unnatural growth was prevalent. Hangers and vines of deep luscious green carpeted the ground. Had she not almost been killed by creepers like the one's she was now seeing she would have walked over them and alerted Ivy. She stood at the very corner of the boarded fence, the Arboretum itself was another ten feet away not within jumping distance not even for someone of Batgirl's calibre.

The phone line above her gave her another idea. She ducked back through the fence and hurried across the road where she quickly began to climb the rain slick phone pole. The line itself was wet through and slick to the touch, she had touched it with great trepidation aware that water and electricity do not mix but her choices were minimal and her father's life hung in the balance. She gripped the line in both hands and hooked her legs over for extra support and began to pull herself along.

She reached the roof of the Arboretum shaken but in one piece, she had slipped halfway over the vine field, her crossed legs had held but her hands had found a mix of rain, oil and bird poop and had lost all traction leaving her dangling upside down for a few heart stopping moments. That was now behind her for the moment, if she managed to get hold of Klaus Cannon getting him out was going to be a problem.

The glass roof was shattered in many places, in some places whole panes were missing and worse still creepers had begun to stretch out across the great domed expanse. Batgirl dropped down a level finding a small viewing platform that she discovered led into the Arboretums once grand restaurant. In here no plant life had invaded, only dust, dirt and rats, though this seemed the case she moved quickly but quietly watching where each foot landed. The skeleton of a dead bird turned to dust beneath one boot, the sound barely audible against the storm outside.

Batgirl moved forward a little quicker now, her movements masked beneath the downpour, she slipped through a doorway that once held to glass doors but now stood empty. The humidity encased her the moment she left the sanctuary of the restaurant, the air was heavy with heat and moisture and the walls were alive with plant life. She cleared a railing on the upper floor landing heavily on a passing guard, his gun clattering across the parquet floor. The body under her tried to rise so she grabbed the greasy black hair and slammed the masked faced into the ground the body beneath her going still.

At the bottom the Arboretum opened up in all directions, the ground was clear which told her that this way saw a lot of footfall still. She lifted and dragged the guard to a small office off to her left she found nothing but abandoned furniture. She dumped the body and moved on. The fourth room she entered brought her to a halt, equipment was spread out across one side of the room a man lank haired and greasy skinned busied himself at one machine. Batgirl peered further into the room, there was nowhere for Ivy or Harley to hide so she stepped in, "Klaus Cannon?" she said loudly.

The man gave a girlish yelp and dropped a beaker he was working with that shattered on the ground its contents consuming the plant life that was there. "W..w..who are y..y..you?" he stuttered and pressed himself up against the table as if she were about to lunge at him.

Batgirl held up her hands to show she meant no harm, "It's okay I am not here to hurt you," 'unless you don't come willing that is' she added in her head.

The man moved slowly down the length of the table his hand reaching out to bottle of vicious looking yellow liquid in a not to subtle way. His hand stopped as a sharp object dug into the wooden surface mere centimetres from his ring finger, he turned his head and looked at the bat shaped object his eyes went wide and he whipped his head back round, "B..B..Batman?"

"Do I look like a man to you?" she asked astonished, the man shook his head. Batgirl took a risk and walked over to the man.

Klaus' head began to shake back and forth uncontrollably, "I didn't m...m...mean to hurt those p..p.." Batgirl held one finger to his lips to silence him, his breath made her nose wrinkle.

"Good because you are going to help save them now." She lowered her finger and grabbed the man by the collar of his lab coat.

"W..wait," Klaus pulled himself free and quickly began to gather small vials from machinery that began to beep incessantly at being stopped so abruptly, "C..c..cure." he said, but Batgirl saw a look of apprehension as he said it.

They left the room and Klaus pointed to where Ivy was more than likely holed up. Before they could head on Klaus put a hand on Batgirls shoulder turning her around, he held up four shaking fingers and then mimicked walking with them on his palm and pointed at the floor. "four guards?" she asked and the man nodded back, she had dealt with one already leaving only three more to worry about if she did not count Ivy and Harley "I expected more but I won't complain."

Klaus whispered it with dread, "E...e...eaten."

They headed in the opposite direction and with each step Batgirl began to walk faster excitement was building in her at the ease in which she had gotten Klaus out of the Arboretum right from underneath the noses of Ivy and Harley. She was almost ready to break into song when their feet were taken from underneath them. The speed in which they were lifted was disorientating, one moment they headed one way then the next their bodies banging against a wall then a ceiling as whatever held them pulled them further into the arboretum.

Poison Ivy sat with relaxed ease as her baby brought her the intruder and Klaus, she had hoped it would be The Batman, perhaps eager for another playful session with her but when the vines finally appeared through a hole in the floor she was greeted with the sight of her other pain in the side, "My oh My if it is not the Batgirl herself." Ivy's smile beamed her red lips parting to show her teeth. She stood up as the bat struggled to break free from the clutches of the vine, "Struggling only makes him angry you know." Something metallic zinged past her face, catching her red hair as it went and cutting some away cleanly. Ivy watched the strands fall to the ground as another batarang whizzed past and embedded itself into a thick trunk close by. "Looks like Batman shares his toys now."

Ivy danced and dodged the clumsy throws until Batgirl had used them all up, "finished?" she asked mockingly. Ivy reached up and ran her hand through Batgirl's red locks, "Batman does like his redhead's doesn't he, was that part of his employment advertisement 'must have red hair'." Batgirl spat in her face and struggled again to free her one trapped leg, Ivy sighed, "You are making him angry." Ivy stepped back as the wall to her right opened up.

Batgirl stopped struggling but Klaus began to try and fight loose turning this way and that and pleading for his life as the giant maw opened up. Batgirl had seen one already but not this size, its mouth was a horrible fleshy pink, beads of dew stuck to fine hairs across the pink surface, as she watched a long tongue unfurled and slapped across Klaus who shrieked and fainted. Batgirl shook with horror at the memory of Woodrue's Laboratory, she swallowed the fear back it would do her no good to give in to it now.

"If you are here, where is the Alpha Bat?" Ivy asked stroking the tongue of the plant, "Not at home in bed I hope. Perhaps he is otherwise engaged with Carlos," She smiled as recognition crossed the girls face, "He is in for a surprise when he gets there, Harley will be so happy to see him, but not as happy as he will be."

"What have you done to him?" Batgirl demanded.

Ivy shrugged, "I have no idea what you mean. A girl cannot help it if a man finds her fetching and available," she blew a kiss and winked and Batgirl, "the world will soon see the Batman for what he truly is," Ivy now stood nose to nose with Batgirl, her red lips turned up into a vicious sneer, "Just another horny man who cannot keep it in his bat trunks." She turned her back and started to walk away, "I'm bored with you now, goodbye." She clicked her fingers and the vine turned and began to head towards the open mouth.

Mayor Sebastian Garcia's residence,

The lightning made his thermal imaging and night vision camera's impossible to use, the rain made his bat ears useless he was left with the senses he was born with and Batman hoped that would be enough. The apartment was expansive stretching across the entire top floor he had done a full circuit from the floors rain soaked ledge. Sebastian Garcia did not allow any sort of security guard into his home they were allowed their camera's (in certain areas only) and window trip alarms only. Batman decided that through the bedroom was the best access point. He slipped a mirror between the frame, confusing the alarm and pushed the window open he slipped in and closed the window immediately.

His radio receiver filled with static the moment he had put his head into the apartment and he had paused realising that a scrambler was in place somewhere inside, perhaps a precaution on listening devices by the Mayor's entourage or recently placed by the Mayors newest ally. Batman had no time to reason with the pitfalls of continuing, time was running out and even as he moved through the first room he knew Batgirl was putting her own life at risk at Boone Arboretum.

Most of the apartment was in darkness and he slipped easily through the rooms, the rain hammered outside and made it difficult for him to detect sound. Up ahead was the Mayor's study, the door was open and Batman could hear talking a figure passed the doorway a flash of suit and then gone. As Batman got closer the conversation became clearer"...worrying? No not really, just disappointing, the early results speak for themselves if....hello, hello?" From his vantage point Batman watched Carlos chuck his mobile phone onto the table and swear at it before picking up a brandy glass ad taking a sip. "It must be cold out there, why not come in Batman." Carlos said without turning around.

Batman hesitated, he had been found out and by a very cool, calm customer. There was not much else he could do but join the man in the study. He entered the lit room and Carlos looked him up and down, the black costume no less intimidating in the light. "Yes I can see why everyone is scared of you," Carlos sat down in the antique leather chair behind the large wooden desk, "dominating and menacing even in a place like this," Carlos faked a shiver and let out a laugh.

"Klaus Cannon where is he?" Batman asked, remaining in the doorway.

Carlos pointed to another door, "In the next room having a bath, no wait," he pointed towards Batman, "He is down there watching television, no wait that's wrong," Carlos rubbed his chin then raised his index finger, "That's right he is on a flight back to South America, or at the bottom of Gotham River I always get those two mixed up." Batman flew at him, his cape billowing out behind him and for a moment Carlos was truly scared. His jacket was grabbed and Batman pulled him bodily over the table.

The voice that came from behind them had an effect that surprised Carlos, "Hey there Bat's looking for me?" the accent grated on Carlos but not on Batman. Carlos was let go and he fell with no grace onto the table, his Brandy spilling as he landed with a thud. "You think Mister J. will like my new look?"

Harley Quinn was leaning one arm stretched up on the wooden door frame, gone was her usual outfit now she wore nothing but her face paint and a fur coat belonging to Simone Garcia. The coat was open the grey pelt falling either side of her revealing her slim waist, breasts and trimmed dark pubic bush for both men to see.