She knew not swiping the last of her concoction before leaving the water plant had been an oversight, but Ivy hadn't expected the Bat to be so quick in conjuring up an antidote either. Or that it would be quite so efficient. Yet here she was, a few weeks later, watching onward as all her hard work unraveled and Gotham returned to its old, filthy habits. It made her blood boil. Maybe she should have killed him while she had the chance, but Ivy hadn't wanted her hands stained any more than they already were. Perhaps another oversight.<br/><br/>Despite all her conniving and manipulative ways, Poison Ivy wasn't quite as cold blooded as she had most believing. True, she valued mother earth far more than she valued just about any human life, but still, at her core, she was a lover of life in all its forms. The human condition made the unconditional part a bit harder of course, but she wasn't exactly proud of the fact her plan to unify had killed anyone. In fact, the knowledge it had weighed heavily on the vibrant redhead, but now that Batman had made their sacrifice in vain, she was livid rather than just remorseful.<br/><br/>She had to find him, or draw him out of whatever hole he vanished into, and blinders of vengeance kept her focus on doing so. This time however the encounter would be on her terms, no surprises and no hasty exits. Batman had destroyed her vision and Ivy wasn't going to let him do it again. He got his way far to often for someone who, in her eyes, knew nothing. What did he really know about humanity? He boasted about Gotham being a city worth protecting, but what was he really defending? The trash that littered the gutters? The rapists and con artists that left lives in ruin? The disgusting truths about a society where those who lied, cheated and stole were more often than not the shot callers? No, the Dark Knight knew nothing about the true ugliness that human will spilled into the streets, though of all people, he should have. Maybe he needed her to remind him just how awful free will could be.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Cement walls no longer visible, and a floor no better at reveling the structure of the warehouse she inhabited, Ivy was surrounded by lush greens and pops of color from flowers exotic as many of them were dangerous. She was waiting patiently, having sent out her lure in form of a distress call, knowing the gallant Bat would be too chivalrous to resist, while also knowing it wouldn't be the only thing he'd fail to resist this night. The air was thick, that special form of seduction Poison Ivy possessed seeping from her pores to intoxicate anything that happened to wander into this overgrown haven. Vines hung low from the ceiling, dipping and curling in every direction with what appeared to be young woman tangled in their web. This was a decoy of course, though to an intruding hero, the sight would appear as real as Ivy was herself despite its plastic skin and lack of pulse. It was only there to draw him in, she could handle keeping him there once the threshold had been crossed.<br/><br/>Swinging gently within the cradle of a living hammock, Ivy listened carefully for the sounds of Batman's arrival high above the ground, giving herself a more favorable vantage point than the one she had upon their first meeting. She would see him long before he saw her, but with the help of her pheromones, his yearning to would manifest. The Dark Knight may have found a way to reverse her effects on the city he treasured so much, but he wouldn't be able to counter her intoxication for long in this space. She was prepared this time, and as the minutes ticked by she grew ever more enthralled with the promise of having the bat right where she wanted him. Ivy intended on having her fun, quite confident that by the end, Batman wouldn't be the same valiant man he entered as.