While the majority of the toxins and aphrodesiac had left his system Bruce was still left with the image of Poison Ivy in head. He couldn't shake it, quick hallucinations popped up as he disrobed from his iconic suit, and the distraction meant it took him longer than normal to finally lay it out to analyze damages. This is where a problem arose, normally Bruce was rather meticulous in going through every inch of the suit, but tonight he was distracted and thus he rushed it. He skimmed over the small tears in the rubber fabric caused by the thorns on some of her vines, tears that could weaken the integrity should he find himself in a fight.<br/><br/>Something snapped inside Bruce when he finished his analysis, he needed to see her again, not soon but now. He headed over to his computer, naked in the dark solace of his cave, and brought up a sattelite image of Gotham. She could control plants so he focused on buildings overrun with plants and soon he located the greenhouse. "Time to pay you a visit Miss Ivy," he said quietly, though it wasn't necessary. With greater speed than when he had taken his suit off Bruce once more donned the costume that made him Batman and sped off into the night.<br/><br/>He sped through town like a man on a mission. While there was a part of him that lusted for her, that part led to his excursion, his purpose was still in line with that of a crime-fighter. He wanted to capture her, she was a problem to his sanity and focus and that was not something that would be a benefit in the long run when it came to saving Gotham.<br/><br/>With more precision then he had used in the chemical plant Batman stealthfully entered the greenhouse, noting the many exotic plants that were likely very dangerous. He arrived in time to hear her talk about the science lab. "I don't think your plan is going to work quite like you want it to." Batman made himself known as a batarang twirled in his fingers ready to fly at a moments notice or cut any vines that tried to ensnare him.