One miss and one partial success  it was not enough to bring the odds in his favor. Not even close as Batman froze upon Harley's quick actions. Poison Ivy's cold stare would have given Mr. Freeze the chills it was so harsh, and even Batman had the wherewithall to know she was close to being deadly. There was a delicate game to play with her, she knew too much about him, and that would complicate things a bit.<br/><br/>Every muscle in his body tensed as Harley held a needle to Alfred's neck, it was definitely not a good scenario. It was rare for Batman to be scared, but in this moment he was terrified for the outcome, and he knew that being cooperative would be the only way Alfred lived, even if it meant humiliation. Alfred's life was invaluable to Bruce Wayne and Batman, there was no sacrifice too great. He could see the look of fear in the old man's face, and that was not easy to do.<br/><br/>The red haired villainess spoke, her tight green dress hugged her curves as she sauntered forward. He could see the confidence oozing off of her as she talked about him being trouble and her being her for the other him. He was glad she kept it a secret, at least there was some sacred ground she wouldn't cross, not yet at least. He would have to keep that in mind moving forward.<br/><br/>His eyes were peeled to her tight form the whole time, and even in the serious situation he could not stop how his body reacted to her movements. They were sensual, sexy, and her hips were killer. It was such a shame she was so evil, he would have loved to have tried to start a relationship with her. Still his member hardened under the rubber suit, pressed firmly against the preformed bulge that provided some extra room, though not in times like this. He moved forward as she tugged, their bodies seperated by mere inches as her nimble fingers tried hard to access his utility belt. A small sense of satisfaction washed over him as she came to a shocking conclusion.<br/><br/>Once she had started he knew it was only a matter of time before she demanded that he do it himself. "I will do you one better as a sign of good faith that you will let the old man go. Kidnap me if you must afterward, but leave him alone." Batman slowly raised his hands up, and brought the left one to the wrist of his right. He flipped one of the razor sharp fins of his gauntlet to the side and took out a small microchip. It controlled the utility belt, and he held it out in his left palm for her. "Here, take this, I promise it will allow you access to the belt." He hoped it would work, that she would comply. He had not lied to her, nor decieve her in this moment.