The manipulation of his head did nothing to deter Batman from his conquest. It was just a temporary pause in the action as far as he was concerned, and it allowed Batman to fill his lungs with precious oxygen that he otherwise would not have been able to get so easily. While the root cause of Poison Ivy causing the pause was unknown he also did not ask, though there would have been plenty of thoughts as to why those would all come later. The short reprieve allowed the man behind the mask to view the stunning face of the woman he was pleasuring, a simple reminder of who she was and why he was doing it. The room was filled with luscious smells from the fresh blooming plants on the walls and the ones on the makeshift bed Ivy now lay upon. They likely helped contribute to his continuous mood, not that he would have needed any help at this point in the juncture.<br/><br/>Given a chance to finish things off Batman once more plunged headfirst into Ivy's most sensitive region, of course he did so with grace and elegance despite the hunger for more of her juices to graze his tongue. Finally the moment came, her explosion happened, and with some help she made sure most of it was able to be drank up by the Dark Knight. It was a wonderful taste, it fueled his body and his drive for her own. Though not all of it was consumed inside of his lips, some was smeared on the sides of his cowl and even some on his forehead. It was all worth it in the long run though. Not to mention the kiss she embraced his lips with was marvelous. He assumed since she had initiated the kiss that she had withheld her toxins, unlike the one he had stolen that nearly killed him. In fact it was that kiss that led to much of this present situation since he had to beg for his life and give into her demands and his own desires in an effort to ensure he lived to see another day in Gotham.<br/><br/>The swift pull to his feet was sudden and unexpected, Batman was prepared for more intimacy not to be drug up by his arms to stand before her. His eyes watched as her hands gently glided along her smooth body, clearly admiring herself, he would love to have been the admiration of her body, and he felt he had done a great job up to this point and he was a bit confused by the sudden space. Her demand explained some of it, but were the vines<i> really</i>necessary? He assumed some of it was probably for theatrics, and thus his expression changed back from shock to approval. "Yes Ivy, but the mask stays, and I will require the use of my arms and legs to their fullest so please call off your plants." At this point Bruce would work within the system. He didn't know how well his demand would be met to keep his mask on, and thus he did explain it a bit further. "I want to leave Bruce out of this, strictly between Batman and Poison Ivy not Bruce and Pamela," he would hope she bought it and it was the truth. He wanted to keep the superhero part away from his personal self and felt it helped whenever he had to "play" Bruce Wayne during the day.<br/><br/>The man turned 180 degrees and carefully removed his cape first, then the cowl gently came off. Next came the hard part, the torso was well fit to his body and the dried sweat on the inside was going to make this a bit challenging, though not impossible by any stretch of the imagination. His one gloved hand and one non-gloved hand both reached for the seam where his utility belt was now missing and he pulled and tugged. Slowly the rubber top came up and as his back was more and more exposed the muscles working to remove the article of clothing could be seen moving until the top was finally off and the left glove slid with it. Before turning back around Batman put the cowl back on, and turned to face Poison Ivy with his abs tightened to show off the six pack he held in his midsection. Quickly Batman pulled the boots off, followed by the black socks. The trousers were similar to the top, but easier in some ways as well. He shimmied them down, folding and rolling the rubber onto itself until his member was free and sprung to life in the sweet cabin air. Then his legs popped out easily as he walked from the legs of the suit and placed them behind him where the top now lay on the ground. His arms went out wide in anticipation of vines once more snatching him, whether they came or not, "do you like what you see?" He asked with a slight smirk on his face.