The eleventh floor of Wayne Tower.
"Pamela, are you running a fever?"
Lynn was bound all over in green vines, staring at Pamela before him with a strange expression.
"A fever?" Pamela raised her pretty eyebrows slightly, crystalline liquid swirling in her eyes.
"The power of plants has made my body much healthier than before... I wouldn't get a fever like that."
"That's not what I meant," Lynn countered.
But before he could continue, the vines wrapped around him loosened a little.
Pamela leaned into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck and pressing her soft body against the Red and Gold Armor.
"Lynn, I'm serious. I really want you to whip me."
Lynn: ...
I know you're serious, but aren't we supposed to be getting things done right now?
I still have a mission to finish.
"Pamela, can we wait a while? Once I've dealt with all this, I'll whip you as many times as you like. I guarantee you a hundred straight lashes."
Pamela looked up at Lynn, her warm breath brushing slowly against his neck.
A fresh, grassy fragrance spread through the air, slowly drifting into his nose.
"But I want it now... Lynn, will you stay with me?"
She raised her head, a pleading expression like a little animal's appearing on her alluring face, making her look utterly delectable.
"We could rule Gotham's plant world together and never bother with these annoying human disputes again. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Feeling the softness and warmth of the woman in his arms, Lynn sighed inwardly.
Although Pamela really did smell lovely, he still had a mission to complete. With World-Shocking Intelligence, Lynn wasn't about to let his little head control his big one.
"Sorry, Pamela. I'm a player with no feelings."
But as soon as he finished