The roar of the batmobile filled the streets of Gotham after the caped crusader made it back to his trusty vehicle that made him more imposing and quickly responsive. By this point Batman was dejected from his failed attempt at capturing the elusive villainess. He was green with envy at her ability to thwart him at every turn, even when he had the advantage of surprise. The tires squealed around a corner as he sped back toward the batcave.<br/><br/>He was left alone to his thoughts on the drive home, he didn't call Alfred like he normally might have, instead electing to keep to himself. The nagging itch that kept plaguing him, he kept replaying encounters with Poison Ivy over and over. He was going crazy with obsession over how she had eluded him. Part of the reasoning for this obsession, unbeknownst to Batman, was that her pheremones did indeed still have an effect on him, just at the more subconcious level. He had managed to block the lust factor, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about her. She drove his thoughts and actions, and it was a scary thought in reality, and had Batman known this he might very well have himself committed to Arkham for help.<br/><br/>The arrival at the batcave brought Batman back to reality. The alarms were going off indicating that something was wrong. Alfred must have triggered it, and how right he was. Batman headed for his computer and accessed the security feed, there he saw his two least favorite people, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. There was no point in playing coy and entering as Bruce Wayne, besides he was going to have a real struggle on his hands with the two lovely ladies, and Alfred in their clutches.<br/><br/>He exited the batcave in a room nearby, keeping quiet so that they didn't know where he had come up from exactly. Soon he rounded the corner, two batarangs in his right hand. "Ivy and Harley," he growled as he looked at the two villainesses, "leave the old man alone, your quarrel is with me, not him." The two bat shaped objects left his hand and headed for his two targets with expert precision, though his throw was by no means unblockable or unavoidable.