She had taken to a rather vulnerable position, one that, had Batman been so bold, he could have easily tried to take advantage of.  Of course, Ivy was well aware of the possibility, but she was none too concerned about the matter.  Confident that her reach was long and powerful enough to have strung him up by that garden snake he boasted about if the hero attempted to pushed his luck. Now, whether it was his own knowledge of this fact, or purely a naturally stemmed reaction, she couldn't be sure, but the fact his hands gently folded back her luscious mane, only to assist her efforts, erased any thought that Ivy would need to force her own.  His palms were soft, a graze, as they gently manipulated her strands away from her face, and with no hints of added insistence, that devious smirk she wore so well twinkled in those emerald eyes from her lowered vantage point.<br/><br/>"Perhaps," she murmured in return, the word leaving her sultry lips in such intimate proximity, that their plump grazed the tip of Batman's arousal.  A brush, an accident, typically Ivy, and very much on purpose.  But even still, the Dark Knight remained, for the most part, composed.  Though his moans in appreciation of her touch and the quake in his otherwise sturdy frame gave him away, the gentle weaving of his fingers in her hair were no more inclined to take authoritative control than they had been at any other point that evening.<br/><br/>It seemed Batman was quite the patient man.  Which was a promising quality he would most certainly need.<br/><br/>It was her turn to cater to the Dark Knight's pleasure, and the fold of her slender fingers steadied him against the fleeting and feathery glide of her tongue's slick texture lapping gingerly at the underbelly of his saluting manhood; almost as if cautiously testing a new flavor of ice cream.  Retracting, her head tilted curiously, the next stroke coming slightly more curled and further down his length, a motion that ushered her lips to adorn him softly with their warmth before she retreated entirely once more.  Yes, it was her turn to give Batman incentive, but that by no means meant she would do it on any terms but her own.<br/><br/>"Or perhaps you were the one who was in need of a skillful charmer," she paused in her attention, her words complimenting their competitive nature despite the current intimacy they were wound up in.  One last taunting flick of her tempting tongue, and Ivy finally parted her velvety kiss around him, sheathing Batman's longing within the embrace of her soft mouth.  But there was no plunge.  Ivy too was patient.  Her accomodating lips only escorted him partially before drawing back again, but this time when her head shifted, the cushion of her lips with the texture of her tongue, returned to suckle ever so slightly along the side of his shaft.<br/><br/>There was every reason to believe Ivy was toying with him, she was, but she was also sure that regardless of this, Batman wouldn't likely be complaining. She kissed him, tongue rolling over the round mushroom top of his arousal and the she softly kissed him again.  Ivy would be testing that patience, that knightly resolve, and she would thoroughly enjoy doing so.