It was slight, the brushing of his gloved fingers at her thigh, but the tickle brought a warm purr to Ivy's throat.  Batman continued to speak, but she might as well have been ignoring his every word as her leg bent, allowing her knee to gently yearn against his until the Dark Knight pushed her away.  He was clutching tight to his wits, but even still, Ivy grinned up at the tall vigilante, her gemstone gaze ablaze with devious intent as she arched a brow at his claim.  "I would expect little else," she retorted lightheartedly, in both teasing and truth as she took a few small steps back and added to the distance between them.  Poison Ivy was an invasive creature, make no mistake, but she was artful in her ways.  Batman affirmed he would maintain some form of control, yet she could see it in his eyes; the man would eventually crumble whether he wanted to or not.  It may not have been then, or all at once, but with time, he too would succumb to the ensnaring vixen as they all did.  All Ivy needed was a little patience.<br/><br/>She eyed the silver binds about his wrists as Batman lifted them to her attention, her lips twisting softly in thoughtful consideration before replying in agreement, "I suppose you're right.  You've been cooperative enough to earn a little something I think." Pivoting, Poison Ivy slinked away, and returned to the desk where she had placed the hero's belt.  Retrieving the chip, she collected the keys and turned to face Batman once more, lifting her hand to a budding flower that sprouted to her assistance.  Opening a beartrap like gape, Poison Ivy dropped the gifted chip into its parted petals and winked at her delectable foe.  "Safety first," she smirked, and with a gentle incline of her head, gestured for Batman to come to her, relinquishing the belt back to the table as the flower receded into the ever growing twists and sprouts that florished around them.<br/><br/>Instead of waiting for the Dark Knight to obey, Poison Ivy turned her attention to the landline sitting on the desk beside her, and leaned over to pick up the receiver and dialed using the key that would release Batman from his cuffs.  He'd come eventually she was sure, and though it may have come as a surprise, Ivy was a woman of her word.  Alfred would be safe.  Propping herself upon the desk's ledge, Ivy wedged the phone between her ear and shoulder and waited for Batman to approach as the phone rang.  Her sights danced over his large frame, admiring the fit of his armor for intentionally too long until he reached her, at which point her green infernos blinked up at him.  "Let him go," she stated simply into the receiver as she held Batman's gaze.  Her hands reached for his, "I got what I wanted, let him go.  But I want to speak to him first."  Unlocking the handcuffs, Ivy slipped them off and discarded them with a thud on the desk.  With her hands free she shifted the phone away from her lips, "I won't use them unless you make me," she warned, eyes darting towards the walls and ceiling.  "Don't make me."<br/><br/>"I hope Harley didn't ruffle those old feathers too much, Alfred," her voice returned to her call, but Ivy's eyes remained steady and focused, pointedly talking to them both.  "I'm sorry you had to get tangled up in all of this, but these things happen when a man forgets how to treat a lady.  I do hope the next time we meet it shall be under better circumstances.  And don't worry, I promise your boy is in good hands."   With that Poison Ivy let the phone slip from her ear and hung up.<br/><br/>"Happy?" She asked.  "I hope so, you'll need to hang on to that." Poison Ivy reached, her fingers padding the fabric of Batman's cape along his arms where her eyes followed and she grinned.  "You're likely not going to care much for my demands, Batman," she admitted, hope softening her voice.  "However the benefits can be mutual here." Releasing her play with his costume she tilted her head curiously. "I'll keep my pretty little mouth shut about you, but naturally its going to come at a price, and what I want most is Gotham Park," she insisted confidently, her body reclining slightly as Poison Ivy propped herself up by positioning her slender arms behind her.<br/><br/>Was she taunting him, or tempting him?  It could have been hard to tell, but Ivy was certainly displaying herself in a way that was either beckoning him to take a shot or drink in the image that was the vivacious Poison Ivy.  "The enemy of my enemy is my friend as they say.  Give me the park Bruce, and I promise Batman will win himself a new friend. Let me assure you, both of your egos make an appearance on local hit lists, so it might not be a bad idea to get yourself some friends in low places too." Her pointed toe rode gingerly along Batman's leg. "Let me be that friend…"