The small surface tears in the suit from earlier soon revealed themselves to be more problematic then Bruce had realized. He soon realized he should have paid better attention to them and switched out for a fresh suit, but it was way too late for that now as a vine lashed his right wrist and cut through the material of his glove. He pulled away quickly as he released her and dropped the cuffs as he instinctively grabbed his right wrist with his left hand.<br/><br/>Being attacked from all angles by her vines was hard to keep up with, especially when his suit did not allow for agile movements in the least, given its bulky state. His ankles were bound, the thorns cutting through his boots and pressing into his flesh. It itched and burned, the pricks themselves stinging and causing him to wince in pain. Of course all this while another large vine lashed his back slicing into his cape, suit, and even through the belt causing it to fall to the ground. Red streaks marked his back from where the thorns had managed to hit his skin.<br/><br/>Batman found himself being beaten like a rag doll and tossed around as some of the vines acted like baseball bats crashing into his torso with tremendous force. The Kevlar plate in his chest had been exposed as the emblem on his chest had large gashes in it. The thin plates on his abdomen were all scaled off and the fabric ripped into there as well. Two vines then grabbed onto the ears of his cowl and flipped him forward until he landed hard on his back. Winded, full of lust from the pink dust touching his exposed skin, and his suit full of slashes and tears Batman weakly spoke out, "stop... please stop..."