Being ridden like he was sent intense feelings of pleasure throughout Batman's body in shockwaves. It was almost too much for him to bear to an extent, but his body held up that was one of the perks of being in peak physical condition. While he did hear her warnings about her juices poisoning him with lust there was not much care in his conscious to really care about what she said if it threatened him or told him any bad news in any way. Quite honestly Bruce just wanted to fuck her until the end of time, let her ride him like a stallion, which she clearly had down to a T. As he felt the walls of her womanhood clench down on his cock Bruce moaned some more through the tightened vine around his neck as he tried hard to squirm to allow his hands to touch her hips at the very least. There was no give at all however, and he was stuck just riding it out.<br/><br/>When she orgasmed so did he, his load squirting inside of her and opening his head for her juices to seep in just a little bit. Of course the raw parts of his cock from the vine job he had received earlier also had allowed her juices to seep into his bloodstream with ease. The toxins flowed and Bruce was careless as the vines abruptly picked him up, tied a cinderblock to his bound ankles and thrust him into the awaiting river just a short distance away. Bruce sank faster than he would have liked, and the utility belt that hit the water after he did lacked the mass to catch up with him quickly. On the bright side he did hit the bottom fairly quickly and once there Bruce bent down with no suit to restrict his movements and use the sharp fins on his gloves to cut the vines on his ankles freeing him from the  peril of drowning.<br/><br/>On his way back up to the surface Bruce picked up the utility belt and strapped it loosely around his waist as he finished swimming back to catch some air. With both hands still bound swimming was difficult, but he managed to make it to shore, and then he pulled out a batarang and freed his wrists. His cock was imprisoned, and that he lacked the key for. While it was tempting to head back and either fight or fuck Poison Ivy he knew it was a bad idea. Even in his lust driven state Bruce knew enough to know that pursuing her after she had tried to kill him was a bad idea.<br/><br/>He took out a small cylindrical device from his belt, held it to his mouth, and said, "car." Within moments the batmobile had homed in on his location and come straight for him, Bruce then had a long humiliating trip back to Wayne Manor where he slept like a rock that night due to exhaustion, but his dreams were filled with images of Poison Ivy walking seductively, fucking him, and mocking him all while looking sexy in her vine covered outfit.