For the next forty eight hours, Pamela did little other than argue with herself.  Contemplating what to do with the nagging suspicions that refused to let her focus, she paced everything but the ceiling of her private haven as she muttled over pros and cons, best and worst case scenarios, all but ignoring the fact she should have been developing new concepts for Gotham Park.  Her deception game needed stepping up if she hoped her plants would find their way into the project as planned, but the park had become a secondary thought, though not by choice, as the redhead found two very distinct sides of herself battling it out to reign supreme.<br/><br/>Since her last encounter with the Dark Knight, Poison Ivy had been having a rather difficult time keeping the flying rodent from fluttering about her conscious.  He had been ever present it seemed.  Even when not in the forefront of her mind, he had clung to the shadowed edges of her brain, and each time she caught a glimpse, she wandered along after him.  Harley had been right, she should have seized the moment then and right now she wouldn't be in this mess.  She had wanted to coerce him though, bring the hero to see that despite her heavy handed means, Ivy was only doing what was necessary.<br/><br/>Gotham City needed a heavy hand, trying to baby the public into being more aware wasn't effective, and though Batman was only trying to protect his city, which was a respectful endeavor, what the city really needed protecting from was itself, not her.  Her methods were maybe extreme, but sometimes extreme was the only thing that worked.  Ivy had wanted to make him see that.  She should not have used such a delicate hand to prove her point.  For a woman who prided herself in being focused and determined, Batman had turned into an infuriating distraction to say the least, and if Poison Ivy listened to her intuition, she couldn't discard the chance that should she meet Bruce as planned, she could be walking right into a trap.<br/><br/>A peculiar coincidence, but perhaps, a coincidence nevertheless, the pain that surfaced in Bruce's dark eyes as Ivy stroked his jaw hadn't gone unnoticed, and if she gave herself to the idea, it was very easy for Ivy to make sense of the fiasco that had transpired at Wayne Manor.  It was an inclination that she could not shake; the Dark Knight as Gotham's very own Mr. Enterprises, and it was both an intriguing notion and equally a cause for serious concern.  There was still an argument to be had though; a flinch wasn't exactly proof even if it was too perfect to be otherwise, and Ivy knew herself well enough to know she could have been fixated on the idea simply because she found herself fixated on both Bruce and Batman.<br/><br/>Her overactive tendency towards obsession could have been connecting lines where none actually existed, and if Bruce was not Batman as she suspected, Pamela could be destroying an opportunity that was all too promising if she didn't meet him as agreed.  She'd been somewhat smitten by Bruce, his tall, dark, and handsome charm serving as a rather delectable exchange for the pesky bat and the trouble he had caused her, but coupled with his position and power, it made him an all to delicious target for the sultry villainess.  The perfect pawn to take advantage of, and boy did she want to take advantage.<br/><br/>Could she take the chance? Should she?<br/><br/>Too many spoils laid in the balance.  She had to.<br/><br/>Eight o'clock and Pamela stood at the main entrance of Gotham Park, a homeless man to her right and an overflowing trash can to her left, but as she scanned the rest of her surroundings, she saw no signs of her would be escort, and her heart sank.