Ivy scoffed as Batman's hand folded around her wrist to yank it away violently, sending her stumble slightly from the surprise. This was new. Having never encountered a man she couldn't seduce, the fact he had remained focused enough to conclude her methods as mad was something of a shock. More than surprised however she was irritated by his deductions about the matters at hand. Who did he think she was, that despicable clown who ran around making a mess of everything he touched? Her methods were madness? What about his hand full of other enemies who left Gotham in ruin on a regular basis? At least she wasn't running around blowing things up. As far as Poison Ivy was concerned, the Dark Knight had his priorities all wrong; she was doing a good thing here with minimal casualties and ill effects. His accusations insulted her.<br/><br/>"Ow," she whined, bending her knees under the force of his grip to relieve the tension in her arm some what as he went on to speak to her as if she were a child being reprimanded, threatening to lock her in her room in hopes of forcing some kind of reflection that would never come. "There is were you are perhaps most mistaken, Dark Knight," she taunted him. "There is no one like me, too bad you just don't see it. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm a grown woman, I don't do time outs, sorry Batsy." With her words came the quick coil of vine around Batman's arm as it attempted to reach for something located in his tool belt. Something to restrain her, Ivy was sure, but something his fingers would never get the chance to secure a hold on as the tight wrapping of green cords pulled his reach away to angle his arm uncomfortably behind him.<br/><br/>The strength in his grip around her wrist however was unwavering, even as she tried to twist and pull from his clutchs and Poison Ivy sneered. "I'd let me go if I were you, Bat," she scorned, the sugar in her tone disappearing into a disgruntled growl. "You have no idea the elements you're up against. Listen to me and save yourself some untangling time," would be her advice as she pressed her full figure against him, her toes in relieve so that the vibrant red of her lips were only a hair away from his. "I won't ask again."<br/><br/>Her kiss could have killed him, but unlike the rest of Gotham's no good doers, Ivy wasn't after blood or mayhem. No, she had a purer vision, not one necessarily without the Bat. He was a pest, but Ivy could typically handle pests without the need for eradication. He was testing that new leaf she was trying to turn though, with his gloved fingers clinging to her arm and the inconvenience of his interruption. She didn't want to kill him, but if he soiled her plans, Ivy would not let the man forget he had crossed her. Behind his broad shoulder she could see a number of little green arms insidiously inching closer and again a grin would smear over her delectable mouth as her leg bent gently into him and her knee ran up along his inner thigh. "It's such a shame too," she murmured, her free hand lifting to run up his chest and fold softly around the nape of his neck. "You seen like just the type to know how to make a girl blossom."