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"Master Bruce," the old voice of a trusty friend called out from the entrance to the elevator in the batcave, "don't you think this plant lady, whatever her name is, might just have your number?" Alfred knew it was risky business to question Bruce, but if anyone could get away with it he was that person. He walked forward with a cooler to hold Bruce's blood so that they could get the sample to a scientist that worked in one of his various labs. This was one of those times where Bruce knew he needed to distance himself from the problem in order for him to see more clearly. "Perhaps you should call in some reinforcements, I mean Clark hasn't appeared very busy, maybe a trip to Metropolis is in order?"<br/>
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If there was one thing Bruce hated it was asking for help, especially from the Kryptonian. Sure Superman could probably just swoop in all badass like and take her out, but this was his town, this was his fight, and he was not about to let someone else claim the glory of taking down Poison Ivy. He had begun to think of some ideas, but there were inherent risks that came with them. The serum would be his best bet, but it came with the risk of side effects and like his current one, it was limited on time.<br/>
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"I understand your concern Alfred, but I will be fine. Like all of the crazies I have faced in the past I just need to find her weakness. I tagged her pretty good in the jaw, but her plants along with some side effects held me back from connecting as well I as I could have. She seemed genuinely surprised though. If I can avoid her plants I think I can take her down." Alfred noticed the bruise forming on Bruce's jaw, "It looks like she got you pretty good too Master Bruce." It was true enough he had been kicked pretty good, and Bruce brought his hand up to his jaw. He knew she would have a matching bruise, he only hoped she felt the sting of his fist as much as he felt the sting of her boot.<br/>
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"Yeah, but I was tied up. I need some stronger weed killer, and I need to make some smoke bombs out of it. Something that isn't toxic to inhale in case I get thrown anywhere near it." His other plan was to get a mask to cover his nose and mouth, something that would filter the air, he knew something that big would become a target in a fight, and he scrapped the idea in favor of something smaller, like a filtration system to put up each nostril. The idea being that it would block the pollen and pollutants in the air. It would counter any spores or pheromones she or her plants would release.<br/>
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The next morning Bruce went to work on a design for filter, with specifications, that he sent off to Lucious Fox with a thank you note for all of his hard work. The rest of the day was spent preparing for a gathering at Wayne manor, being hosted on behalf of Wayne Enterprises to raise money for charities for the homeless with some of the proceeds going to help renovate and restore parts of Gotham Park.<br/>
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