Batman's eyes dashed back and forth as Poison Ivy swayed her hips back and forth like a pendulum. The movement was hypnotic to say the least and unfortunately for Batman he was just Bruce Wayne under that black rubber suit. He felt her vines grow tighter still, but he was left with the ability to breathe, though nothing else. Movement was not to be his by any stretch of the imagination.<br/><br/>His ears took in her honeysuckle voice as she spoke about needing to blow this up, and by this he assumed she meant the plant. That was not an ideal situation, but before he could answer her lips pressed against his and almost immediately a shift happened to his body and mind. His cock grew harder, fully erect, to the point that it pressed against the material of his suit where the preformed bulge was. There was a small outline of his cock, not to say his cock was small by any means, but the outline was faint against the hard material of his suit, though the crotch was softer than most areas to provide some level of comfort.<br/><br/>His mind swam with lustful thoughts as her hand groped his crotch after her body rubbed hard against it. She mocked him, and while deep inside he could hear it, externally he didn't care. He wanted her, but some small amount of self-control remained, enough to say no. It was hard to say the least, but that moment would have to wait. Her tongue pressed into his mouth and his opened with ease, his pink probe danced playfully with her own. The taste of her saliva was intoxicating, it drove him further into a lustful state, and when the kiss finally broke, he almost did as well. "I do want you, but I can't...." he struggled to stay focused, "must stop you... prevent this place from going up in smoke."