A skillful charmer she was, though he had done a remarkable job in the art of persuasion he had resisted for quite a while until he could resist no more. He had fought through her charms, found temporary antidotes, and even managed the element of surprise, but it had not been enough. Poison Ivy had one upped his surprise with one of her own, the one that quite honestly led them to this moment. One he had never dreamt possible, one he had never accounted for in all of his preparations.<br/><br/>Her tantalizing teasing was enough to drive any normal man crazy. He was indeed just a normal man under the legendary suit, despite what myths people had made about him. The fact was Bruce was just better disciplined than most people were, and that helped immensely in his work. None of that meant anything though as Ivy's smooth pink probe teased the underside of his manhood.<br/><br/>He knew she was toying with him, but the pleasure was so intense he did not complain. He<i>did</i>however express his happiness with moans and gentle stroking of her hair. As she continued her exercise in teasing his most sensitive organ Batman found it harder and harder to stand on solid legs. He was going to need support and stability. He thought carefully about how to phrase his words, pushing out any comeback he had to her charmer line, but in spite of mental rehearsal it did not go as planned.<br/><br/>"Mistress Ivy," oops, that was a slip of the tongue, no going back, "I need your vines to support me, much like they supported you." His even keeled Bruce like voice said. He hadn't really asked her for them, more or less said he needed them, how that would play out would be interesting. He awaited her reaction and response, whether verbal or not, though he imagined a verbal response to calling her Mistress was bound to happen. Should no support come he would soon be forced to fall to his knees since he did not want to apply pressure to her head.