As he attempted to negotiate, Ivy kept close watch over the motion of Batman's hands, but when he procured the tiny device in offering, her lush green gaze lifted under sooty lashes.  "Give me one good reason I should trust you?" She snarled keeping her voice intentionally low, as she looked beyond his fascade with a toxic stare only to find real fear harbored in his dark brown eyes. Poison Ivy hadn't seen such a sentiment in neither man nor hero, and she knew in that moment he wasn't trying to trick her. Pamela was no bleeding heart however, and if the look did anything, it merely validated the foxy vision of evil. She knew she still had to be careful, the moment would pass, and if Poison Ivy didn't play her hand right, the odds could quickly turn against her, and she hadn't pushed Batman into a corner just to let him weasel his way out of it again.<br/><br/>By now the plants fastened around Alfred's ankles had grown.  The cut to Ivy's face, and her corresponding irritation had been an indisputable factor as the old timer was cocooned up to his shoulders, and the twist and reach of the living rope crept towards their matriarch.  Between her thumb and forefinger, she plucked the chip from Batman's palm and after a solitary moment of inspection, the green appendages parted around her like striking serpents, snapping on to the calves of their victim.  They recoiled quickly after securing a tether, and pulled the feet of her foe right out from under him as Ivy gracefully stepped out of their way and Harley cackled gleefully as Batman hit the floor.<br/><br/>"Do you have any idea how many worthless promises I've gotten from men like you?" Ivy asked while the foliage of her children bound his legs and lashed to restrain his arms.  She paced forward, over stepping to straddle him, "Too many to count." Poison Ivy knelt, lowering herself to perch upon Batman's formidable thighs and again turned her attention to the small digital key she held in her hand. She attempted the buckle of his belt again, and a wicked grin curled into her fine features when she noticed the strain in the material that protected his manhood.  "I can't be so bad," she taunted, "or at least parts of you don't seem  to think so." This time finding success, Ivy winked as his buckle unlatched and she pulled it from position with a purposeful tug. "Too bad I think the toys in this will be more impressive for my tastes."<br/><br/>Laying the belt across the broad expanse of Batman's chest, she began idlely searching its contents while the flowers on her vines budded and spiralled around the thick muscles of his armored arms, and coaxed his hands to meet in front of her.  Finding the silver shine of a pair of cuffs, Ivy took ample amount of pleasure closing them around Batman's wrists as he had attempted to do to her just a few hours before.  "I'll take you up on your little offer, Dark Knight, but you'll have to forgive a lady's extra precaution." Once appeased with the metallic binding, Ivy leaned in close, and tucked the chip into her full brassiere.  "Maybe, when all this is over, you can help me help you," she added, boping Batman's nose in a playfully girlish manner before removing herself from him all together.<br/><br/>Getting to her feet, Poison Ivy draped the hero's belt over one shoulder and across her torso before straightening her skirt, while the twine of her plants slithered back away from the man they had held for her convince.  "Let's go, Bat Boy.  On your feet.  Harley won't hurt a hair on the old man's head, and when we get to where we're going I'll call of the little ankle biter.  But until then, I'm sure she'll make for delightful company. I promise."