Ivy blinked as the bat was able to pull from her vines and fight the heavy gas in the air. Ivy let out a growl as he stepped on one of her vines. His hand caught hers as she turned toward him. She watched his other hand go to his utility belt. Ivy cocked an eyebrow at him "OOO look at Bats getting all kinky with the hand cuffs," she taunted him. A vine quickly came over her should to slap his right hand. It cracked across his wrist with a "CRACK."  The vine hit so hard that his skin was now exposed at his wrist. Ivy shook him off and took a step back letting her vines cover her body and more snake up like cobras poised to strike. "I think it's time i teach you so manners." The vines wrapped around his ankles to rip at his suit as thorns dug into the weakened fabric.<br/><br/>Small bits of flesh began to show and angry red cuts blossomed on his skin. The toxin in the air would seep into his bores of his exposed skin, not to mention the cuts would also have poisons. Ivy snapped her fingers and her poised wines began to attack and crack at the Bat like a whip. One tore his cape and belt off, his back was not prone to a crack from behind. A big thick, spiked vines lashed him from shoulder to hip on his back. Ivy return to sit and watch her vines tear into the Bat, sitting like a queen in her oversized plant throne. "Anytime you want to stop fighting and play just say the magic word." Ivy winked, crossed her legs and blew him a kiss.