How much more humiliating could the situation become? It was a thought that ingrained itself inside of the Dark Knight's head. There was good reason for it of course, he had done as she had asked, and here she was wanting him to repeat his begging for his life. Of course inevitably he would have to oblige the mistress of plants, but for the moment his body succumbed to the poison inside of him. While it was slowly killing him it also made him acutely aware of her actions at the same time. It was almost like their second meeting when Poison Ivy had explored his suit and asked about whether he could feel anything while his body had been paralyzed by her pheromones. The way her hands once more explored his suit seemed to happen in slow motion to some extent. His eyes were locked into hers, his gaze sucked in by her own. He could tell her fingers had curled over his broad shoulder while she slid her body onto his own. The two forces were so close to becoming one as Batman closed his eyes and inhaled deeply to take in her sweet scent. Poison Ivy was intoxicating, there was little doubt about that, even if she had no powers she would rival some of the most beautiful women in the world, but with her powers she was second to none.<br/><br/>He wanted to suck on her finger as it dragged across his bottom lip in an act of seduction. She had to know she owned his body by now, his mind a near puddle of lust with very few vestiges of resistance left for now. That eroticism in her voice was silky smooth, and then it all vanished in a dash. The vines gripped his neck tightly and for a moment Batman could not breath as he was jerked all the way onto the bed. Quickly the vines worked at making him a mummy attached to the bed as his black suit was covered in green vines. He could hear thorns ripping the fabric of his suit, a warning that if he were to squirm there would be sharp consequences that awaited him, and likely instant death. His body was nearing death as it was, and the arrival of the batmobile had been ill timed to say the least. Batman only hoped that his life could still be spared.<br/><br/>The sensuality of the moment had almost all but faded, he was still wrapped up and that was erotic, but now he feared for his life and that fear trumped the lust he held for Poison Ivy currently. Not to mention she appeared to be extremely pissed off. His head began swimming, the quicker beating of his heart from being suddenly jerked helped spread the poison in his body even faster. "No friends, no help, just the batmobile." All sense of his gravelly voice was gone, he spoke as Bruce, he didn't give a fuck, he wanted to live. "Please save me, everyth…" then things grew darker and darker to where Batman clung onto life by a mere thread. Consciousness was going to escape him soon, and with it his life would be extinguished. He hoped she would see the light, save him at the very least, the idea of intercourse with her was gone. He fought for the last vestiges of life, held onto the mere thread, clinging to the hope that she would save him.