Heather lingers in the back of a geeky fandom bar where a cosplay meetup is going on.
She’s dressed like Poison Ivy — with a red wig and viney mask.
Lights pulse in the dim club as yearning splits her down the middle, pounding mercilessly.
Heather
Yes. Are you wearing that super-hot Nightwing costume?
Nightwing
I rented it again just for you, Cap.
Heather
I’m not Captain-ette America tonight, darling.
Heather
You’re going to have to find out who I am.
Nightwing
Looks like the tables have been turned.
Heather
Last time you laid a trail of wicked breadcrumbs for me.
Heather
But this time I’m lying some down for you…
Heather
And, if I know anything about you, you’re really going to like what you find…
Nightwing
Well, well. Who’s the cocky one tonight?
Nightwing
Before we start this up, I should tell you…
Nightwing
By the time I find you, I’m going to be really worked up.
Nightwing
I’m already halfway there just at the thought of hunting you down.
Nightwing
God, I missed hearing you make those tiny, bothered sounds for me.
Nightwing
Soon I’m going to have you making a lot more of them…
Before her knees buckle, Heather leans back against a wall.
She can vaguely see Nightwing across the dim, throbbing room.
He stands heads and shoulders above everyone.
Heather
I guess this brings us to our first hint. Ready for it?
Nightwing
I think the question is…are you ready for ME?
Heather
When you find me, I’m going to run MY fingers over YOUR skin this time…
Heather
Then I’ll tangle them in your thick, sexy, dark hair.
She sees him tug his hand through his hair as if he’s hot and bothered.
As he scans the dance floor, she ducks into a dark hallway where she can keep an eye on him.
Nightwing
Are you trying to distract me by turning me on?
Nightwing
Or is there a hint about your identity somewhere in there?
Heather
Oh, Nightwing. Surely you’re used to villainesses who ruthlessly tease you.
Heather
And since I REALLY like to tease, here’s another hint…
Heather
I only dance when I hear a song that suits me. Maybe something from GREEN Day…
Nightwing
Before I start guessing, I want to be sure…
Nightwing
How familiar are you with Nightwing, villainess?
Heather
The two of us run in the same Gotham circles.
Heather
But now that I have the opportunity to stand back and watch ONLY you…
Heather
I’m all yours, lover.
Heather
“You know you can’t resist me. No man can…”
Nightwing
Are you near the bar?
Heather
Maybe. Why don’t you take a good look while I confess my evil plans for you…
Heather
I want to peel off your costume.
Heather
I want to feel every inch of you under my palms.
Heather
I want to feel those muscles of yours pressing against me as I arch my hips against you…
Heather
I’m burning up with a chemical attraction that’s bubbling through me.
Nightwing
You’re burning ME up.
Hands clenched by his sides, he finishes inspecting the bar and starts moving in her direction.
The closer he gets, the more her belly knots up with a tight ache.
Heather
Jeez…I can’t WAIT for you to deflower me.
Nightwing
Whoa. Just to make sure…you’re not a…?
Heather
OMG, I AM NOT CARRYING A V-CARD!
Heather
It’s just another clue!!!
Nightwing
Okay, I’m pretty sure I know who you are, and I have to tell you…
Nightwing
GodDAMN. I’m throbbing already.
Heather
Then find me. I can ease the ache, lover.
Heather
I’ve got all kinds of potions to give you sweet, permanent relief…
Nightwing
I’ve always had a warped thing for Poison Ivy.
Nightwing
So when I do find you, you won’t have any chance of escaping.
He’s ten feet away now, and she’s pounding between her legs, ready and so willing…
She steps out of the shadows just enough for his masked gaze to find her.
His eyes do a slow, erotic sweep of her.
With her pulse blasting, she retreats into the empty hallway.
He stalks toward her, and she holds back a desperate moan as he comes to tower over her.
She hooks her fingers into his utility belt and pulls him in so she can feel all of that hard body…
Lights pulse through the club as Heather makes him as happy as he made her the other night.
Then HE makes HER very happy…
Afterward, she smiles dizzily up at him while he caresses her face, almost as if he knows her…
He bends to grittily whisper in her ear.
Nightwing
A smile like that is a sure sign that you’re thinking about leaving here with me…
The comment sounds vaguely familiar…
But as he eases his fingers under her mask as if he’s about to take it off, panic throttles her.
She bolts, leaving behind a fantasy that just got way too real.
