Perhaps it was the absence of Batman's raspy growl that convinced her.  The way it humanized him from mysterious hero to man, was far from lost to his former foe, turned momentary lover, and Ivy vocally swooned.  Or maybe it was the way his hands formed to the curve of her hips.  Such a softly stated, but obvious yearning tightening his grasp it coaxed another, heavier stroke of her hips beneath his palms.  Whatever it was; the sought after admittance or the lust radiating from his body, Poison Ivy was rendered breathless by the display.  Her head rolled, eyes closing, as a clearly appeased smile slinked onto her expression and a low murmur rose from her chest.<br/><br/>Though already ignited, it wasn't until then that Ivy's very skin had been set ablaze.  This was gratification like no other that had come before it, and better than she had imagined it would be.  Although quite simple at its shallow roots, it was wildly erotic in bloom hearing Batman's all but whispered confessions as she straddled him, his formidable frame snug against her own.  He was consumed, taken by the redheaded vixen, and in turn the fulfillment that seized her, made Poison Ivy's every nerve burn in heightened sensitivity.<br/><br/>An insufferable annoyance to her existence, Batman had countered her every step of the way, until she had become infatuated with the idea of breaking him.  And now, here he was, resistance down, worshiping the garden she had to offer, and Ivy found herself overflowing from the rush.  Her ruby stained kiss sealed over Batman's, the slender touch of her fingers lining his jaw as the demands of her tongue asserted themselves with ravenous results.  Weighted, and sensual, she writhed against every inch of Batman's solid figure, but the quick intensity soon melted into a steady simmer, and as it did, the living ropes that had maintained their control over his functions, slipped away.<br/><br/>A timely synchronicity, Poison Ivy shifted to remove herself too from the perch she had occupied on Batman's lap.  Leaving him unencumbered by her or her creations as she took two small steps back away from him, and stood just out of reach.  A test certainly, but right now this Dark Knight was no threat to her.  She trusted he wasn't going to rush her, the man had given up his fighting, and for that Poison Ivy rewarded him.  She wasn't shy, there was no reason for her to be, as she stood exposed and beckoning the gallant hero to approach.  The roll of her head had shifted her vibrant locks away from their teasing cover and the supple, feminine curves that made up the villaness and her physique were left to be admired.  Generous swells.  Tantalizing slopes. Porcelain, flawless, skin.  Poison Ivy was a work of art, smooth as marble, living and breathing, dripping with sensuality and poised to entice.<br/><br/>With her eyes fixed, and smouldering, their exotic color glinted in calling Batman to come to her, the suspended sway of her natural restraints a constant reminder though that this was still hostile territory.  "Ask nicely," her sultry voice suggested a taunting proposition.  "One can hardly hope to get what they don't ask for."