The firm curl of his fingers around her dainty wrist loosened, and the intimate proximity she had created deminished as Batman was forced to choose between holding on to his prize or fighting off his sloppy, but resilient, attacker.  Poison Ivy shuffled back, avoiding any poorly executed shots in the commotion, but she did not take to escaping just yet and paused to stand in witness while the Dark Knight attempted to make easy work of the mangy stranger.  As it turned out, however, it wouldn't be as easy as one might have guessed.  Batman struggled to subdue the man, obviously from a lack of wanting to harm him rather than a lack of ability to.  However the homeless fellow's drive at the moment surpassed Batman's own which gave him a slight upper hand.  It may not have made him very accurate, but it made him determined, and that was enough.<br/><br/>The spectacle brought a wickedly humored grin to Ivy's fair features, and a small giggle even escaped her as she watched the pair clumsily brawl.  That grin turned deviously bitten though when she took notice of the woman jogging towards them.  'Oh, this should be good,' she snickered to herself, and was not disappointed as the team of civilians worked towards a common goal that neither one of them had selected for themselves.  A soft wince struck Pamela's expression as the older man finally landed a decent shot thanks to the lady jogger's assistance, but the was a subtle shift in the capped hero after that.  Minimal as it was, Ivy saw the more familiar side of Gotham's prince spring to life as he hurled one opponent into another and freed himself.  She knew it would be time for her to go soon.<br/><br/>The two scampered to their feet, and with little hesitation, the woman was first to lurch forward.  Charging Batman like a bull, she aimed for his knees, tackling him to the ground, with her wild partner not far behind.  She wrestled to keep his legs tightly locked in the embrace of her arms, taking a knee to the chin in the process, but maintained her relentless grip as her accomplice came to sithl heavily on Batman's chest.  He gained control over his arms with a solid headbutt to help in his efforts, and here Poison Ivy slinked towards them.  Propping the hard point of her stiletto against the thin rubber that lined Batman's neck, Ivy looked down at him, her decadent features sharp with spite and her emerald eyes ignited with intent.  "Next time you want to try and entrap me, it will serve you well to remember something," she treatened, removing the weight of her heel to kneel closely beside her  formidable foe, and gripped his neck purposefully, forcing him to look at her alone.  "I have friends in low places, Bruce.  Don't ever forget that." Her gaze darted between his deep dark pools, as she sneered, seeing the man behind the mask.<br/><br/>Releasing the vice of her fingers roughly Pamela stood.  The pair were doing their job at confining him, but that wouldn't last, and Ivy wasn't going to waste away her chances of escaping merely because she wanted to play.  She could have killed him quickly enough in that moment and rid herself of the headache altogether, but Pamela knew he was of much more value to her alive even if he had become a thorn in her side.  She winked in mocking at the Dark Knight and turned to slip into the trees lining Gotham Park and disappeared.  She had a head start at least.<br/><br/>Her heart raced with rage as she weaved her way out of the foliage and on to the city streets where she lifted a hand to hail a cab and climbed in. "Ya gotta phone, mister?  I need to make a call."