"How gallant of you," her eye roll was more evident in her tone than on her face, but the gentlemanly gesture was neither believed at face value nor admired by the thorny vixen.  That didn't stop her from taking his proffered hand however as she swiveled to get out, all the while scoffing at the rest of his statement.  Poison Ivy's delicate fingers left Batman's assistance to secure a pointed but gentle hold around the sash of his belt as she headed past him for the door, and ascending the small set of stairs leading to the quaint and aged cabin, her free hand rose to mimic that of a talking sock puppet without the sock.<br/><br/>"Blah, blah, blah.  Please.  Gotham City is brainwashed on a daily basis by one capitalist fat cat or another," Poison Ivy retorted,  "Yet I don't see you ambushing them in the park with the intent of hauling 'em off to Arkham." With a turn of the knob and a jolt from her hip, the door popped opened, but Ivy did not step inside just yet.  Instead she turned, facing Batman in the doorway and folded her arms across her chest. "And you talk a lot about trust for someone who is no stranger to the art of deceptive manipulation either, Dark Knight.  So do me a favor, and leave your high horse at the door before I have to knock you off of it again."<br/><br/>She waited a moment, more in an effort to hold her ground than trying to coax a remark out of Batman, but before long Ivy turned and proceeded inside.  The space was small, but one large room consisting of a desk, a kitchenette, and a bed.  Nothing fancy, nothing unnecessary, but if one paid close enough attention, the walls breathed, attuned to the return of their keeper.  "And let's be perfectly honest, Gotham has bigger problems than me. We both know it.  You may think me a monster, Batman but I do my best not to leave our dear city in ruin unlike some of your other foes, or friends for that matter...Bruce Wayne."<br/><br/>As Poison Ivy spoke, she moved, and the building sprouted towards her in welcome, closing and barricading the door behind the Dark Knight as he too stepped in and she leaned against the ledge of her desk. "You want to know what the purpose of all this is?  It's simple.  I can use you, and despite what you may believe, I could be of use to you should you be intelligent enough to utilize me," she went on, removing the yellow belt to lay it upon the desk behind her before she smirked and gave Batman a kittenish wink. "Perhaps even in more ways than one."<br/><br/>She was taunting him, and Poison Ivy basked in every moment of it.  The insidious woman had had her fair share of suited men, but those suited like Bruce.  The bank roll, the cockiness, those were all old tropes for this villainess, but Batman?  The legend himself?  Oh that birthed an entirely new form of satisfaction in the thristy flower.  Her toxins were seeping from little encouragement of her own, and Poison Ivy straightened to approach her masked hostage.  "Like I said, help me help you, Batman.  Oh great protector of Gotham," she cooed, her mocking still quite clear though she came to drape her arms over Batman's shoulders. "Scratch my back, and I will scratch yours.  After all…I believe we both want the same thing here no?" Ivy was making succulent promises, and the draw of her hands not only brought truth to her words but her form closer to his.  "A better…brighter future for Gotham, of course."