The subtlety of Poison Ivy's actions was gone, her proximity and the way she leaned into him were obvious. She was erotic and sensual, the way her body rubbed against his as they stood drove him batty. It both turned him on and humilitated him. The former was obvious to her, she had bluntly pointed that out to him when she noticed the strain against his bulge. The embarrassment came in the fact that he was turned on in the dire predicament. There was little time to dwell on that now.<br/><br/>Batman did not fight it when Ivy's smooth sensual fingers took hold of his chin and turned his head. Her words poured out like the song of a siren, and though they were heavy she made them sound sweet and nice. The image of Alfred at the mercy of Harley, a very dangerous and hard to control villainess in her own right was burbt into his head as a friendly reminder as to why he was cooperating with Poison Ivy in this moment. He was sacrificing his freedom to save the man who raised him. Poison Ivy may have known who he was, but he had doubts that she knew his whole story and how truly important this man was to him. Her body up next to his, so gentle and yet in total control with all the power and control. She was right he really didn't have much of a choice.<br/><br/>As she hooked her slender finger in the chain and led him away Batman followed, his head low and dejected, giving his eyes a view of her lucious ass to watch as her hips swayed back and forth seductively. The way she comvinced the cab driver to just abandon his vehicle was nothing short of amazing, her power on full display as it would likely cost the poor soul his job. Batman reluctantly listened as he sidled into the driver's side of the car, needing to slide the seat back just a little bit. He was so used to driving vehicles with a bit more power that this would seem like a snail in comparison.<br/><br/>As Ivy barked out her order of where he should go Batman nodded. He turned to look at her to affirm that fact, seeing his utility belt slung over her shoulder gave him an idea, not one that would help escape necessarily, but it would be interesting to see what happened in the end. "You didn't really need to steal a car you know." Car was the trigger word, voice activated to the remote in his utility belt the batmobile roared to life inside the batcave. "This junker is real slow, but of course to the New Trigate Bridge we go." Slow was another trigger word. The batmobile would follow slowly, and likely never be seen until they made it to their final destination. He drove the speed limit, not paying too much attention to how Poison Ivy was seated, though he new how vulnerable she was, a simple wreck would have sent her flying, him too, as neither one had on a seatbelt.<br/><br/>He avoided getting in a wreck though as Batman drove carefully through the city, taking streets that were bound to be less crowded as he made his way toward the Trigate Bridge. He listened to her as she spoke, and felt her grasp as she pulled herself closer to him. It was almost like she was trying to make them look like a romantic couple to keep any suspicious viewers at bay. In some ways it looked like they were on their way back from a comicon convention, where many tried to emulate the Caped Crusader. Once they reached the bridge Batman continued to follow the directions of Poison Ivy which led them out of town, and soon they were in the country, nice and secluded as windy dirt roads became the terrain as Batman and Poison Ivy were left alone now. Still Batman knew better then to try anything, Harley would be waiting for Poison Ivy's signal, and until Alfred was safe he was going to be on his best behavior. Eventually a simple cabin was reached, overlooking a lake, but still secluded from the public eye. Privacy would be maintained here, which was both positive and negative. The batmobile was about thirty minutes behind them, headed for their location. When it arrived it would stop, turn off, and do nothing more. No traps of any kind.<br/><br/>Upon stopping Batman turned toward Poison Ivy, "let me get that door for you." He said as he tried to remain civil. With that he got out of the car and strode around to the other side where he opened the door for tue sultry villainess. "Now I hope you love up to your end of the bargain, and I assume you will explain the purpose of all this. You have been kind enough to hide my double life, and show some mercy on my compatriot, but you are still evil and still a threat to Gotham. Trust is hard, I know I haven't given you many reasons to trust me either, but I am not the one who was brainwashing all of Gotham City." He spatted at her, maintaining his deep gravelly voice as he offered his hand to help her out.