How much worse things could get Batman was not entirely sure. The feeling of the whip marking up his bare chest, red strips appearing wherever it hit, caused tears to unwillingly form in his eyes. The sting from each snap caused them, though his face remained as stoic as it could for the time being. Of course he felt the exposed skin on his arm as Catwoman began to shred more of his suit with her razor sharp claws, her teeth and tongue sending waves of pleasure through his body at the same time Madam Payen was sending pain. That combined with Poison Ivy's vines was almost enough to make him blow his load, in fact his arousal was at an all time high, and there was a significant amount of pressure building up in his balls.<br/><br/>Of course he could tell when she was in pure ecstasy and her body reached its climax, the vines tightened around his body as Batman felt like he was about to be constricted by a python. The release was nice, it wasn't immediate, slow and subtle, but he could feel the pressure around his body from Ivy's vines slowly start to relinquish. Now it was a matter of getting his body to cooperate. He had been bound up and tortured for a while now, and that had a way of sapping his strength. So while he bid his time he was at the mercy of Catwoman and Madam Payen. Ivy seemed to be out of the game for the moment, lost in her orgasm. As the whip connected with his side a small groan of agony finally left his lips, he felt the sting, the cool air, and he knew that she had broken through.<br/><br/>There was actual fear in his eyes as she pressed up against him again, his hard member pressed into her crotch, it ached for release, in multiple ways, both from its encasement and from the arousal he felt. He feared she would unmask him completely as she peeled his cowl up some more, the sting of her hand on his face could be felt. It was then that his strength returned, mostly out of adrenaline combined with anger. "Not with my chin at all," he said as he tasted blood in his mouth from her slap, "but I have with my gauntlets." He swiped his right hand at her, as he aimed one of his razor sharp gauntlets at her midsection. It at least nicked her suit, much more than that he didn't know.<br/><br/>Catwoman was still at his side and he felt her claws peel the rest of his suit covering his left arm off as her knee connected with his left side as well. Without the all of the protection of his suit her knee hurt far worse than he had anticipated. The force of the blow knocked the air from his lungs as he tried to push both women away from him, Catwoman with his left and Madam Payen with his right.