It was quite amazing how touching without touching could have such a dramatic impact on a person. For example as her hands explored the back of his suit she was not touching his skin, he couldn't directly feel her touch through the thick rubber material, and yet there was something about it that drove him batty. Just the sheer thought of her caressing his back and muscles, the act of her doing it over his suit, was enough to harbor stimulation and further drive Batman into the state of desire he had for Poison Ivy. Of course by this point he had tasted her sweet nectar and it would have taken an interruption of galactic proportions to make him care about anything other than pleasing the woman in front of him. He could hear her nails rake along the fabric of his suit, possibly putting indentations in it along the way but he didn't mind, it showed her own carnal desires.<br/><br/>When Poison Ivy's hand made it around to his chest and tugged he decided to play stubborn, not to an extent she would get frustrated, but he liked the force. Some part of him actually wanted to be forced around, tossed around, tugged, pulled, and the like. It was a deep secret no one knew, perhaps Ivy would have it figured out, but she would be the only one. He heard the fabric rip further until the emblem of the bat on his chest hung on by mere fibers.<br/><br/>Because he had let her use a little more force due to resistance, when Batman did go down to his knees the landing was a little rough on the wood floor, but it was not painful with his padded suit. Still there was a bit of a thud as he listened carefully to her words. Her gentle yet forceful touch that lifted his chin was graceful as drunk eyes met her own and watched her gorgeous lips form words that spoke of improbable tasks. Pleasing her seemed daunting, but had his hand not been performing that task so well earlier? His mind drifted to the feeling of her slender digits curled onto his own as they guided him along her soft folds, the way the pressure felt when she brushed his fingertips along her rose bud, yes he remembered well. So too he remembered her words,<i>let your touch beg, see how it blooms for you, nurture it, cultivate it</i>, yes he remembered her instructions and as long as he did not get over zealous her should be fine he told himself.<br/><br/>Pleasing a woman such as herself was not a race, it was a delicate undertaking, and after resisting kissing her thumb he was ready. Sure that she possessed no further instructions, and assuming they would start in this position Batman used his hands to spread her legs slightly, being gentle as he guided them to get better access to her flowery, succulent goodness that awaited him. With care the pink probe slowly moved from his parted teeth to the pink expanse that awaited him. There was residue from his earlier work, and that sweet savory taste nearly undid his focus as he hungered for more. Batman was not easily distracted, he had proven that with Poison Ivy and he wanted the trend to continue, he kept his steely resolve and used the firm pressure she had guided with his fingers while his tongue explored her petals on the way to her blossoming flower. The reward of a full bloom would be glorious, it drove him to stay the course while his tongue pressed her bud a few times and swirled around like a lollipop.<br/><br/>During this Batman's nose was close to her skin, the sharp point of his cowl not quite digging in as the man had to be careful with each breath he took. Getting oxygen was not an easy task, but he had training to deal with it just not in this exact type of situation, still he had little worry he would be abke to breathe throughout and supply the necessary oxygen. His saliva flowed, dripping from the edges of his mouth since he didn't want to pause and interrupt the pleasure he was hopefully giving to the Mistress above him. He yearned for her rewards, and he also yearned for her pleasure and happiness in that moment. He would continue to dote upon her in this way, moving from her petals to her bud as taught previously using his tounge like a tool and flexing its muscle, until she changed positions or her flower boomed and gave him full exposure to her gushing nectar.