"My agenda is not the same as yours, not for one moment." He spoke in his deep gravelly voice. Batman was not about to admit out loud that he wanted and craved her body, no hero would admit to an enemy that they actually wanted the sexiness that was going on, it was career suicide. "You see what I want is for you to remain distracted while I continue to work on a way out of these cuffs," which the grinding had actually helped with since the back pocket of the yellow utility belt was now within his grasp as his not so nimble fingers began to dig in for the lock pick.<br/><br/>He waited to see how she would respond overall, if she did nothing then it would seem they were at an impasse, as he was not admitting anything, and she seemed hellbent on getting him to admit that he wanted her body.