Posion Ivy's eyes slanted wickedly at his remark, but the sly smirk that curled her lips gave her expression a teasing allure in reaction to his joining her play with words. "Mmm, maybe you're right," she shrugged flippantly, hanging with effortless grace from the vines that held her.<br/><br/>The chuckle that broke past her gape then was delightful, girlish even, at Batman's name calling. The pierce he had intended with his words sparking little other than amusement for a woman who had developed a rather thick skin towards the opinions of those who simply did not unserstand. "You say that as though it's a bad thing," she returned, her head tilting with playful confusion shaping her features. Swiftly turning so that she hung upside down with her plants spiraling around her thighs for support, Ivy's long red hair cascaded towards him as she gave him a rather knowing smirk. "You wanna know what I think?" She murmured, "I think that maybe you're just jealous." Her invisible assault was working as it should, she could see it in the way his stance relaxed regardless the hostility in his tone. "Tell me Batman, when was the last time you were held by a woman with such passion and devotion?"<br/><br/>Unwinding gracefully to slide down the length of her vines, Ivy's feet quietly reached the floor, where she lightly padded towards the Dark Knight, sure that no matter the venom he spouted, his body wasn't going to follow through with what his mind was certainly insisting he do with her. "Is that why you're such a glum? Does poor Batty need to get his pickle wet?" Reaching him, her fingers playfully crawled up the hardened rubber that covered his chest as she moved to pace around her seized target. "We could remedy that, ya know," she crooned suggestively, her feathery fingers grazing over his broad shoulders as she rounded his back inspecting the suit he adorned for any signs of weak points. "But you would have to tell me how to get you out of this...flattering...but very restrictive suit."<br/><br/>Standing behind him, her slender arms curled under his to reach and run the palms of her gloved hands firmly along his torso. "Can you even feel that?" She asked, pulling him towards her slightly as her lips hovered close enough to his neck that the warmth of her breath would have been felt against its expanse. "You do know what they say, right? All work and no play...makes Batty a dull boy. Why don't you let me fix that?" Drawing her touch down his chest then, Posion Ivy allowed her reach to lower gingerly down the man's armored abdomen and even further until her fingers conformed to the protective bludge between his legs. "I promise to be gentle."