It only took a matter of seconds and Poison Ivy knew she had made a grave mistake.  Her fists clinched at her sides, and her jaw followed suit, angry with herself for imploring Pamela's logic and ignoring her own.  There was a reason Poison Ivy trusted no man, and Bruce Wayne had just given her another, and long before that husky voice came from behind her, she knew how this would play out.  The hairs along her neck saluted the recognizable voice, and with her back to him, Poison Ivy sneered.  Batman taunted her, and then again when he gave her the chance to go peacefully, and the toxicity within her swelled.<br/><br/>'That condescending son of a...'  He provoked her like a bull and then insisted she not retaliate.  Like all madaores, he was a foolish man.<br/><br/>"Merely enjoying an evening stroll," she returned, keeping her voice as calm as the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves where her foe stood beneath their shadow.  She turned, the gesture slow and altogether unalarming, perhaps save for the way her hips gently swerved as she did so.  Ivy lifted her hands in time, coming to face the Dark Knight as her slender fingers weaved behind her head.  A lusciously sly grin took shape on her striking features, and the red haired vixen taunted him with the expression as he drew closer.<br/><br/>"Last I checked, that wasn't breaking any laws."  Her head tilted in a sinfully feigned look of innocence as Poison Ivy was only being cheeky, even as she appeared to surrender to the fact she had been trapped.  That insidious first line of defense that was uniquely hers, however, had been migling with air upon her arrival, drifting with the wind that bushed against her then, while she scandalously awaited Batman's approach.<br/><br/>He closed the distance with enough caution to be respectable, and a twinkle of appeased amusement glinted in her brilliant stare.  "How's the jaw, stud?" She teased, arching a single brow.  "Just think of them as love taps.  It'll help with the bruising.  Well, of the ego anyway."  Her emerald eyes rolled in a soft, playful manner, but as Batman continued towards her there was no signs of wavering on his stride.  The pretty smile on her satin lips faded.  Something was off, and this time Poison Ivy would listen.<br/><br/>"Oh, don't be sour, charming.  Things like that wouldn't happen if you didn't provoke me," she was still mocking him, but inwardly, Ivy was scrambling for a new plan.  "I'm sure we can find a way to play nice if you could just check that capped hero nonsense at the door," she suggested, her voice dripping with promise as one hand shifted to show her palm like the villainess was swearing on a bible.  "No tricks this time."