Poison Ivy hadn't listened to her intuition, but she hadn't entirely ignored it either, and the sultry villainess wasn't so stupid as to venture into Gotham Park that night without a contingency plan, or two, in place.  Perhaps part of her knew, that regardless how her encounter had gone, this was inevitably how the evening would end.  She had only needed to be sure, and now she was.  Rightly, Batman deserved a tip of her hat for his efforts.  What a guise he had made for himself, she doubted any one in Gotham would have guessed that Mr. Wayne Enterprises was in fact the Dark Knight, and it was rather impressive that he had managed to maintain the cover up for so long.<br/><br/>Still, he also deserved a salute from her middle finger for the crooked way he had baited his own trap.  Like everyone else in this miserable world he too lied, manipulated, and charmed his way towards his own personal agendas.  He was no different than she was, perhaps he was even worse, pretending to stand on moral ground when his was just as shaky as her own.  The hypocricy was what nagged her most, Batman had ruffled her feathers for the last time, and if he thought Poison Ivy had been playing dirty before, he didn't know the half of it.<br/><br/>So much for turning new leaves.<br/><br/>The lavish estate was dull without the bustle of service staff and the crowds of elite.  It was eery almost in the quiet that settled, save for the periodic cackle that bounced off the walls from somewhere deep within Wayne mannor.  "I said string him up, not use him as a marionette," Ivy said, peeling herself from the flattering leather trench tailored to her curves to reveal a rich green dress sewn with equal precision to form her body like an extra layer of skin.  She hadn't ruled out the chance to woo the handsome business man that night before arriving at Gotham Park, and her attire had been clearly selected in an attempt to appease his eye, too bad he had insisted on letting it go to waste.<br/><br/>"But it's funny!  Look!" Harley Quinn stood behind an unconscious Alfred, making the man's arms dance with the loose rope she had teathered about his wrists but had yet to secure.<br/><br/>"Harley," she scolded, glancing over her shoulder in silent warning that the blonde finish the task she had given her.  Pamela had rather liked the older fellow, and there was a part of her who wished she hadn't been brought to this, and as she shooed the blonde to complete the task herself, she paused and whispered a quiet apology in the man's deaf ear.  Bruce had left her no choice.  At his feet two potted plants had already begun to embrace his legs, systematically making him one with the chair his ankles and wrists had been tied too.  If nothing brought Batman to her side of the table, this surely would.  Not only did she have Alfred, likely the man's only friend, but she knew his secret.  Poison Ivy had everything she needed to turn Bruce's and Batman's lives upside down, and she was going use it.  She wasn't playing nice anymore, he either chose her side, or she would ruin him.<br/><br/>"I'm sure that rubber bat will be here in no time.  When he gets here be quiet and let me do the talking.  After tonight, Gotham will never be the same." Harley grinned wickedly and nodded, pretending to zip her lips before her fingers began idlely playing with the white hair of the gent before her.  "It's time someone knocked that good for nothing hero down a peg or two."  Gotham could be better, both Pamela and Bruce could have likely agreed on that, but Batman would accomplish little picking off Gotham's little baddies one by one.  Where one fell, ten more popped up, and he was but one man after all.  He couldn't save an entire city on his own, not forever.  His time was up.