Her brillant, gemstone gaze studied him as he drew closer, noting the confidence in his stride and that smug flicker of a grin that shaped his lips.  She loathed him then, possibly more than she already had given the way he kept sticking his batty nose into places it didn't belong, however that didn't mean Ivy was impervious to the delectable sight of him pacing towards her with his pride.  She tilted her head in something that resembled a silent touché when Batman brought into question her intoxicating charms, but although she was giving the man credit where it was due, it would be clear her attitude had quickly turned sharp.  Her sights narrowed in focused disdain on the dark pools that stared back at her, and if there had been any further questions, Poison Ivy found her answers there.  She knew those eyes, and the face that adorned them.<br/><br/>The Dark Knight had lost his veil of anonymity.<br/><br/>"Don't patronize me, Bat," she scolded, while his large hand lifted to clasp heavily about her slender wrist.  A quiet hiss escaped her in mock discomfort then, and she twisted slightly in his grasp as a faux wince rendered her features.<br/><br/>Ignoring her warning however, Batman didn't seem to buy into her attempt at poking his decent heart to loosen his grip, and his charming little riddle carved a snide smile into her expression.  "Aren't you cute when you're cocky?" Poison Ivy remarked, staring up at him through thick sooty lashes.  "Almost makes getting locked up a pleasure when you put your game face on like that."  With him close, Pamela shifted closer, enough so that her ample figure pressed gingerly into the hardened rubber that protected his chest.  "Hey, I hear hell is nice this time of year, maybe you should flutter off there, hm?"  She damned him as tactfully as she could think to, and for a moment their gaze mingled, one hinging on the other, as Batman proceeded to follow through with his threats.<br/><br/>Something stirred, and Ivy's emerald stare broke its tie with Bruce's to flicker over his shoulder briefly.  Only a fleeting glance, the redirection didn't last long, but so closely under Batman's watchful eye, it was unlikely to have gone unnoticed either.  Behind him, the homeless bloke Ivy had encountered, covered in newspapers on the bench at the Park's entrance, lurked closer.  He had stumbled slightly, which was what caught her attention, and hinted to the theory the man was probably a drunk lured in by the sweet promise of Poison Ivy's  intoxicating presence.  He probably wouldn't be much help, but he could be enough of one to allow her escape.  After all, Poison Ivy was in little position to be choosy.<br/><br/>Her shoulders shruged, "Beggars can't be choosers, though I guess," she said, referring more to the sloppy opportunity at his back than anything else just before the mangy man lurched at the capped hero's back.  There was nothing elegant about his wild flailing, or the childish way he yanked at Batman's ears, but that would only make it more difficult for the Dark Knight to maintain his grip on the devious woman he clutched.  He'd have to let go of her to deal with the onslaught, at least long enough for her to maybe get a head start.  He was a civilian, and Posion Ivy was betting on Batman's bleeding heart to keep him from harming the man, and instead focus on restraining him.  It would be a lucky break if it worked in her favor.