How quickly the tables could turn. The tide had never of course really been in his favor, the temporary moment of dominance was just that, temporary. Of course he breaking of the kiss did nothing to lessen the passion he felt in his loins. The rubber suit was awfully warm as his insides continued to desire the villainess. She told him he had to wait, yet she teased him with tantalizing movements that betrayed her words. Of course he knew deep down that it was all in design to make him want her as a way to give in to her demands. At least that was how his head played it out.<br/><br/>When her fingers wrapped around his throat Batman tensed up, the excitement no less apparent as her other hand moved more precariously over his suit. The vines they were replaced with, as well as those at his feet resembled a man in rope bondage. Poison Ivy the mistress and Batman the sub serving her. Of course while that official dynamic was not set up here he was for sure at her mercy and at the mercy of her toxins. All he had to do was give her the park, agree to it and the slow painful death would be over, of course other great prospects came from that too. The biggest problem was that the park was not really his to just give away. He could just ignore her wrath upon it and let her fill it with exotic plants, but that would call into question his allegiance as a hero.<br/><br/>In the end he chose life. His blue eyes traveled up to meet the green eyes of the mistress of vines who hoveres over him. She seemed to be enjoying her position of power over him. He was sure she would enjoy hearing him give in, hearing him beg for his life. "Fine, I will give you the park. Just promise not to kill innocent people." He said back. The tightness of the vines, while not preventing him from breathing, did inhibit the depth he could prohect his voice and it lost some of its bark in the process. He tested the bonds to no avail, though he didn't expect to be able to break them. "Save me, please." He had resulted to begging, he could feel the fire inside of his body, not all of it the passion with which he craved her own body, some of it the poison working through his system.<br/><br/>Outside the batmobile had found its way to the cabin and parked outside. Once there it turned off, though it could likely be heard upon its approach. Batman had not given any other commands so it did nothing to help with his situation other than be a presence for his hopefully eventual escape.