Her hungry kiss claimed him, rendering his body even while his mind remained lost to current space and time.  The touch of her hand cradling his face slipped, searching between the tangle of vines to find the rubber of his suit and the torn edges that exposed his skin where her fingers could splay against the tantalizing warmth, like petals reaching for the sun.  Enticed senses, stretched her reach further, finger tips dipping towards the hero's manhood, but as Batman groaned, her eyes opened to watch the way his own darted beneath his lids.  Batman was dreaming, not yet overcoming the lack of oxygen and painful toll of her poisons, and she wondered if it was her he saw behind the veil of his closed eyes.  However, the more he came to, and the longer she watched, it became clear, the Dark Knight wasn't lost in dream, but rather a nightmare.<br/><br/>As quite grumbles and the little wiggle room that her vines allowed him to have was utalized, Batman was returning to consciousness, and Poison Ivy drew herself away from the way her lips and figure had been pressing against him.  Though remaining intimately close, still hovering beside him, and her adventurous hands still unwilling to recoil completely, she gave the bound hero space to inflate his lungs as his crystalline eyes blinked up at her and her reach eased back up the suggestive descent it had made.  Something akin to relief reflected in his gaze, a sentiment she hadn't expected, but that did well to soften the return of her sharpened edges.  But it only dulled them slightly.<br/><br/>"Shut up," she hissed, more annoyed with herself than the vocally grateful man that laid beside her.  Ivy glared at him, the twisting and growing life that restrained Batman doing a better job at showing her pensive state, as it kept him tethered, but with breath. Motion gave the binds flexibility, but should the Dark Knight decide to make any sudden moves, it was smart to assume that they would react in turn.  Ivy had confidence that her plants were far quicker than any simple man, even at his best, and that was all Batman really was.  A man.  A remarkably skilled one, but a simple man none the less.  "You can thank me when I let you leave here."  She leaned in close, her vivid green eyes lowering to watch the temptation of his lips as she spoke again.  "Because until then, Batman, your life has not been saved." Her lips pecked at his, "And I'm...not...done with you yet."<br/><br/>The soft placement of her mouth punctuated her statement, a thinly veiled threat overshadowed only by its delicate delivery.  Across his chest the vines retreated, vacating the space as her palm ran the contours of the hard expanse now riddled with punchers and rips.  "You are of no use to me dead," she told him, tugging gently at a slit in his rubber garment, "but for your life to have any meaning to me, you're going to have to give me what I really want."  Dripping from the rip, her hand drew down the rest of him, sliding further, returning her palm to boldly embrace the protection between his legs and the rigid pressure that was held beneath it. "And my desires surpass that degradable park, Batman."<br/><br/>Suggestive as they were, and as motivated as she was, Ivy's words and accompanying actions, were more than what she let appear obvious.  The smoldering redhead knew that if she let him leave, nothing short of owning the Dark Knight would suffice.  Allowing him to walk to his waiting car and return to Gotham without that assurance would be foolish, and there was only one way Ivy had any real hope of solidifying the roots she had been attempting to cultivate within him.  "I'll agree to your terms, but you'll have to give me what I need first," she murmured against his chin, hand still stroking as she sat up right. The villainess peeled the green satin she wore from her figure then, red hair falling to a bounce that cascaded over her shoulders leaving the rest of her bare for Bruce's instincts to fight on their own. "You have to convince me, hero, and you get one chance."  Ivy mounted him gracefully, her weight and succulent form blanketing his solid frame, while her red lips stained his chin.  "Prove to me you, and the good people of Gotham, really do deserve to be spared."