Harley had been better equipped in dodging Batman's projectiles.  Facing the door to see them coming, she swiftly moved from their trajectory, but Ivy on the other hand, had not managed to get out of the way quick enough.  With her back to the entrance, she had merely twisted to face Batman's sturdy frame just beyond the door as she heard his voice, and the surprise made her slow enough that a sharp edge bit her cheek at the moment she attempted to avoid it.  A pained hiss filtered past her clinched teeth, and Ivy sliced the Dark Knight an equally sharp gaze.  "Drawing first blood?  That's not very heroic of you, Batman." she pointed out snidely, lifting her digits to the wound to feel the slick of the beading blood on her face.<br/><br/>"So help me, Bat, you move one more muscle and the silver fox is gunna get what's comin' to him," the voice was Harley's, the nimble little blonde had been fast to react to the company, and no sooner had she avoided Batman's attack, she had taken Alfred by his salt and pepper hair and held a syringe to his throat.  "And I ain't foolin'."<br/><br/>Ivy's attention didn't shift, her eyes remained teathered to the cloaked vigilante who lurked in the shadow of the doorway, but the redheaded vixen's lips did smirk upon hearing that girlish voice behind her.  "I think we both know she's just crazy enough to do it," Poison Ivy warned, the matter-of-fact tone in her voice both playful and sinister as she boldly took a step towards him.  "Now...I don't want that, and I'm sure you don't want that," she shook her head and reasoned sweetly.  "I think it best we not call her bluff. No sudden movements and our good ol' boy back there will be just fine."<br/><br/>Poison Ivy cocked her head inquisitively and continued her sauntering approach.  "Besides, though you have been more trouble than you're worth, my quarrel isn't with you right now either.  I'm here for the Master of the house…perhaps you know where I can find him?"  She hadn't told Harley about her revelation, and she wasn't planning on spilling the beans then either.  The bombshell was loyal, but she was committable too, and the information Pamela knew about the man before them was sensitive.  So sensitive, she didn't trust any hands but her own to juggle it.  Alfred was there to keep his attention.  To keep the man hiding under his black mask focused, and Harley was merely a tool, a monster to keep the orphaned Bruce Wayne under control.  Unless he wanted to find himself all alone, she was betting on him obliging.<br/><br/>Coming to a stop, Ivy stood close enough to touch, and her hands lifted insidiously in reach of Batman's belt.  "All of this is making me nervous.  Whatever surprises you have in here, you won't be needing, I assure you, so why don't you let me lighten the load?"  One hand hooked the buckle that fastened the leather about his hips, and with a tug she pulled the Dark Knight towards her. With her eyes cast downward, the other hand attempted to open one of the pouches housed around his waist only to find she could not, nor could she open any of the others and irritation arched a single brow.  "Tactful rodent, aren't  you?" She remarked and both hands moved to clasp his buckle.  Much to her dismay the accessory bit back, a shock jolting her hands to release him.  "Tactful indeed." Propping a hand upon the ample curve of one protruding hip, Poison Ivy blinked up into Bruce's dark eyes with a command, "Take it off."