His eyes narrowed and his pace slowed as she responded to his words. Batman had worked enough in the night that his eyes were quick to adjust to his surroundings. Carefully his dark orbs followed her hands making sure there was nothing amiss while she interlocked her fingers behind her head. There was a hint that Poison Ivy had been caught off guard, that was not too hard to miss, but she played it off very well. Even in this circumstance she oozed her seductive presence. The gentle swaying of her hips was not lost to his eyes, but quickly he diverted them back to her face.<br/><br/>Though that could be a distraction too, it was less of one than her other much finer assets. Still silky words poured out of her mouth while Batman continued to stalk ever closer, his demeanor calm and cautious. If he let hubris over take him now he would surely be doomed. She mentioned his jaw, and instinctively his gloved hand went up to rub it. Soreness still existed, he wasn't superhuman after all, and did not posess magically healing powers.<br/><br/>Then her smile faded, and in that moment he gave a hint of one. It was very brief, but he knew she realized her charms were ineffective this evening, he had countered her capabilities. At least for now, and in his eyes that was good enough. "Awe, don't be so glum yourself, you look saddened? What's wrong, your old tricks don't work?" His pride began to swell, he had closed the gap successfully. Her upper half in full view as his left hand took hold of her wrist. The hard rubber glove gripping hard and strong, though not so much as to hurt her. No, he didn't want to hurt her, just teach her a lesson, and lock her away.<br/><br/>"You have been a thorn in my side for far too long now. You may not have done anything wrong tonight, but that doesn't excuse anything before that. Poisoning Gotham's citizens is generally considered a bad thing." He knew what she had been hinting at when she talked about playing nice. Poison Ivy was trying old school feminine charm, the inner man in Bruce wished like hell he could go for it. Give her what she wanted, but he knew the risks. "I am sorry, but no dice on playing nice." Clearly he had been around the Riddler too much with that line. His right hand, which held the handcuffs, came up and attached one end to the wrist his left hand held. "I do hear Arkham is lovely this time of year." He quipped as he made a move to grab her other wrist, his eyes pausing on her own green ones. It made him pause for just a moment, one she could possibly take advantage of. A mistake he should not have made.