It didn't hurt her ego to witness Batman's gaze examining her form, and the lust laced moan he emitted as that form folded against his own, only served to implore the toxic seductress further.  He had little idea of the significance in his agreement as from all outward appearances, Ivy was merely asking him to entertain the primal urges that had arose within her; the ones obviously ripe and ready for the picking as her lithe but curvy figure shifted to increase the enticing prospect against what she knew was his growing excitement.  In reality though, the act harbored more tact than the shared heat that settled between them lead on.  She wanted him, all of him, and the girlish whimper of approval towards his conclusion, was as convincing as ever that what Batman thought she wanted was in fact all she wanted, when the depths of her craving was more than that of a solitary night in throes with the enemy.<br/><br/>"Good boy," she cooed, inching lower so her lips laid upon the flesh of his chest left exposed from the ripping away of the bat from his armour.   Lifting her body away from him, Poison Ivy's hands yearned down Batman's sides and her weight rocked, swiveling her hips in a slow but heavy, stroke in his lap.  "I may be backing you into a corner, but let's be honest, we both know you would be lying if you said it didn't excite you, Bruce."<br/><br/>She wanted to master him.  Have him drink from the fountain of her sexuality until the caped hero was left begging for the sake of his own needs.  His body wanted her, that was inevitable, undeniable, but she needed more than just the essence of Batman's longing.  She needed his compliance, his addiction, and feverish devotion.  Poison Ivy needed him drunk and thirsty.  At least as far as she was concerned.  It was business, she told herself, there straddling the man with a sensual daunt of her moving hips, but there was a personal attachment that slithered up her spine, as Poison Ivy gave herself to the rush of feeling Batman pinned beneath her.  Yes, she wanted him too, and the burning notion glinted in Ivy's stare, beckoning for him to come closer as the vines that grew around them assisted in doing just that.<br/><br/>The long, encompassing fingers fastened about Batman's wrists released, but others took to securing themselves around the thick of his arms, holding just snug enough to keep Batman's posture straight. Poison Ivy gingerly possessed his lips once again, her own digits curling around his wrist now while the other set plucked at the glove that covered it. "My brave Knight...Gotham should be forever grateful for your selfless sacrifice," her breath murmured between their kiss.  It was unclear whether or not she was mocking him, that deceptive tone and a subtle moan, doing their job to confuse her words as the hold of her hand drew Batman's intimately closer without the layer of separation of his rubber glove.  "But if I can promise you one thing, Dark Knight..." her hand guided his, coaxing his fingers to splay downward against the supple skin of her abdomen and sink achingly lower towards the silken valley his cod piece was nestled against.  "What lies between my legs is far more fulfilling than the restraints of all this rigid honor you cling to."