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Batman's mind was still fuzzy and racing when Poison Ivy talked to him about not hitting girls. His mind saw a villain, one that was messing with him in ways he had never imagined. Physical violence was generally his go to for solving problems, and without much experience fighting females this was uncharted waters. He had never expected the reaction he got, though in reality he shouldn't have been too surprised. Poison Ivy was extremely intelligent, he knew that much from her ability to make a poison that had controlled the minds of most of Gotham's citizens and nearly broke the city grinding it to a halt.<br/>
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He felt vines tighten around his body, preventing him from doing her further damage, but that didn't stop her as the perfectly executed roundhouse kick that landed on his jaw would have been enough to send him reeling had her plants not repositioned him. The tip of her boot did its job to lift his chin as Batman tried his best to clear the fogginess from his brain. Her plants had done a real number on him, and her words were like needles helping to plant the seeds of doubt about his actions. There was a sensuality to the way she gripped his chin, her sweet voice chiming out, regardless of the words she spewed from her venomous mouth the damage had been done. His eyes looked deep inside of hers, the image planted firmly inside of his brain.<br/>
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It had taken a while for his surprise to work, the plant killer he had applied to the outside of his suit, but now that it was he knew their time was limited. Batman had not been expecting the last blow she delivered to his face as it rolled him to the side, but from the view on his back Batman could see her blow a kiss in his direction. The blow had given his brain a new reason to be fuzzy, her feet had proven to be rather potent in their power and ability. Her strikes had landed with precision, so aside from being poisonous, beautiful, able to control plants, and seductive she apparently had some skill in striking as well.<br/>
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After some time, long enough for Poison Ivy to make her escape, his head began to clear, her plants had vacated the premises and the effects of her two kicks, along with the spores of the plants had finally worn off. It was a good thing, it provided him a moment of clarity, but it was also a terrible thing as he realized just how vulnerable he had been. He rolled onto his side and slowly picked himself up off the ground, using a knee to do so. He was for the most part alright, physically at least, his ego and pride had taken a definitive blow from this latest encounter with Poison Ivy. If someone was keeping score it would read: Poison Ivy - 2, Batman - 0. It was not typical, he was better then this, generally more prepared then this, he collected his wits about him and set forth into the night driving back to the retreat of his cave.<br/>
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It was there that he continued to internally berate himself for his failure that evening. He was disappointed in how little time his serum had worked in keeping his mind clear, but she had given him one that did work on her own pheromones. Her plants were a whole different story though. It was going to be time to put the resources of the billionaire's company to good use. His plan was to have them research plants with the ability to cause hallucinations, and ways to counter those effects. One of the first things Bruce did though after escaping from his confining batsuit was get a sample of his blood drawn with some help from Alfred. He wanted to know if there were any traces of the serum she had given him left in his blood. If so he would use it to reverse engineer the product, it would prove to be mighty advantageous if he was able to be successful.<br/>
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