As his eyes focused in on Poison Ivy, it was hard not too with her insanely close proximity, Batman's peripheral vision tried to keep tabs on Alfred. The man was not in a great position, but he was also not in one where he was going to be hurt just by staying there. Alfred was thankfully not scared of being in confined spaces, Bruce had known that for quite some time. At least the old man appeared to not be afraid of them in the past. It was hard to get a read on his expressions though with most of him covered in vines and Harley with a needle just inches from his neck ready to plunge it in for the kill.<br/><br/>Her question snapped him back to focus. It was good, why should she trust him? Hs hadn't given her any thus far, but the situation was a little more volatile this time around and rather personal. A small sense of relief washed over Batman when Ivy finally took the small device in a pincer like grip as if she was being cautious of it. He had seen her eyes study him, she was much like him, able to read people for the most part, always tried to be prepared, and that made this foe very very dangerous.<br/><br/>There is something to be said for the exhilarating feeling of flying, unfortunately it also comes with falling. Gravity had a funny way of working that way. Batman felt his body upended as his body was temporarily lifted off the ground before his back smashed against the floor. Yet he didn't fight it as his back hit the wood floor, possibly putting a dent in it. He laid there, the air from his lungs desperately trying to return. He was more curious then anything though as to why Poison Ivy had her vines uproot him so to speak, but he figured answers would come in due time.<br/><br/>Harley's evil cackle told him she was impressed by the red head's tactics as more words spewed from Poison Ivy's mouth as he felt the sting of vines harshly whipping onto his arms to jold them down as a safety measure, his legs being bound as it he were a mummy. All the while she had straddled him. Her lithe slender legs on either side of his as she sat on his thighs. Her dress kept things hidden that would have made this scenario more provocative, but with Alfred's presence he was glad for that. Somehow he had a feeling she was being overcautious due to past times. His eyes looked and observed, he had given her empty promises in the past, one at least that was vivid and recent.<br/><br/>As her hands played with the yellow belt, she made a comment he hoped she hadn't noticed. Yet she had, and in that moment he was both excitedly hopeful and frightened. The hope was simple, his body lusted for her and part of his mind respected her enough for it to not completely reject the idea of sleeping with her. Thw frightened part came with the fact that it would break the mystique of the batsuit, the intimidation factor it had, though her removal of his belt was likely going to start that process. Batman didn't fight the vines that moved his hands aa the woman placed handcuffs around his wrists, something he had done so often. It was symbolic how she laid his utility belt across his chest, showing her power over him, it was undeniably erotic. Once more she spoke, and her words brought him even more hope as she rose to her feet, then commanded him to do the same.<br/><br/>Batman rolled over, his cape awkwardly falling over his head as he struggled to all fours. The binding of his hands made this more of a challenge, but not impossible as he knelt, then rose to his feet. His arrms flung the cape back over his head to his back, Harley cakcled at Batman, he hated her for it. He hated her for threatening Alfred, it was her he wanted vegence against in this moment, but it would not come. Not yet at least.<br/><br/>He would cooperate, follow Poison Ivy wherever she commanded, a willing prisoner until Alfred was safe, then his escape plan would begin, not until then. Though he had no idea what that would be. "I am sorry," he spoke while walking behind her, "I know trust is a hard thing to come by, but for this I have no reason to decieve you. As I said, I will cooperate, be your prisoner in order to secure this man's freedom. I trust he will be safe." Then his voice dipped lower so that only she could hear, "this is me showing you at least some trust in return for not spilling my secret."