A Comic Book Ambush!

"Oh, how about you prove that to me?" She giggles, attempting to get up and pull him by the arm. "Lets head to the locker room, I wanna see what you can do <3"
Arya walks forward, her butt swively seductively, hoping to make Dave go head over heels for her body. "C'mon Nightwing, show Ivy some love."

Dave blinked, "I'm with someone! Plus what the hell is going on? First you wanna fight, then you want this?"

Still he followed her because this whole situation was just confusing the hell out of him.

"Plus you know Nightwing would never succumb to the advances of Ivy!" he said, huffing at her as they entered the locker room, which was conveniently empty.

Once they entered the locker room, she pushes him up against the lockers, holding his arms against the metal. She pushes forward, so her plump breast was pushed against his muscular chest. "Anyone can succumb to me~" She coos, nibbling his neck a bit.
(Get ready for her attack x3)

Dave gasped as the Ivy girl pushed him against the lockers, pressing her body against his while pinning his arms to the metal. He was about to push her off when she began to nibble at his neck. Dave was trying to hold back a moan as she continued to toy with him.

"W-Who are you, lady?" he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why, I'm Poison Ivy and..." She brought him close, giving him a nice long kiss, letting him experience the amazing sensation of it, and then finished. "am here to defeat Nightwing..."

With that last final word, her knee flies up to his crotch, hoping to make solid contact.

"Hey not so-!" his reply was silenced as she pressed her lips against his. His whole body seemed to freeze as he felt her lips moving against his own slightly parted lips.

As she pulled away he flinched as her knee flew into his crotch. The area of the costume had an option for a cup, but he opted out cause he wasn't expecting to be in a fight. He cried out in pain gritting his teeth as his body slid down the metal lockers to the floor.

Arya let him slide to the floor, smiling at her victim. "And you fell right into my, Poison Ivy,'s trap." She announces, then turns around. "And now you'll be punished <3." The cosplayer warns, showing her butt to him.
"With a niice long stinkface~" The redhead finishes, pushing her perfectly round and peachy butt into his face and slowly grinding. "Mmhmmm, eatt that...."

"H-Hey! What are you- MMPH!!!" Dave was cut off as she began to perform a stinkface on him, effectively cutting off his air supply. Desperate for breath, he found himself breathing in the perfume, and while it smelled wonderful, it wasn't exactly the oxygen his mind needed. He made a valiant attempt to escape, but the pain from her low blow was making that difficult.

Arya continued to grind her hips, letting out mocking taunts while grinding. "So stroonnnggg~" And so on for her taunts.
She waited until he seemed like he was about to pass out, and strutted forward. "Well well, the might Nightwing defeated by Poison Ivy..."


She reaches forward, slipping his mask off his face.
"Now, if you want this back, you'll have to defeat me in a match under MY rules!"

"I'll leave a note by your locker of what rules we'll be having <3." Arya finishes, turns around, and continues her smother, intent on finally knocking him out.

Dave's air was running dangerously low, with his tired arms falling to his sides, as he could not find the strength to lift them. As he was just about to pass out, she let him go, and his burning lungs finally took a breath of fresh air.
That's when he felt her slim fingers grasp the edge of his mask, peeling it off his face, exposing his blushing visage to her. He could barely register her words, when she promptly continued the smother. After a few moments of fighting, his body let out it's last whisper of air as i fell limp beneath her.