Tethered to those pristine blues, Ivy's attentive eyes watched as Batman rose to his feet, while above, the living extentions of her mind rustled anxiously.  It only took a few steps for him to close the distance she had placed between them, but his stride was notably careful, and his hands, equally as cautious, as they came to clasp lightly about her slender wrists. There was no denying that this was not the same vigilante who had left her jaw tender and her ego more than bruised.  The hardened stare she was used to recieving was gone, his resolve for justice desolved, making it evident that that Dark Knight was far from the moment they found themselves in, and in turn, the shifting restlessness of her vines overhead once again subsided.<br/><br/>With her hands flat against his back a needy firmness was harbored in her palms, as they seeped up the expanse.  All space that kept the touch of Batman's flesh from hers was erased, and with his breath hot against her cheek, Ivy couldn't help but turn into the sensation of his words brushing her ear.  Alone, the gentle pleading had been enough to make the vixen croon, which she did vocally as her figure yearned against his formidable frame.  However, it had been something more in the way he addressed her that coaxed the long, raking curl of Ivy's fingertips back down his back, where her nails scrapped heavily along the form of his suit in a roused and carnal descent.  Under the layers of his rather scandalous title, Ivy heard something far more appetizing to her particular tastes, something more than mere suggestion of the forbidden.  What Ivy heared above all else was a freely given, unprovoked, surrender of authority, and the sound made her shiver.<br/><br/>Poison Ivy nuzzled her cheek against the cover of Batman's cowl before he pulled away, and from beneath dark, sooty lashes, a devious grin was reflected in the return of her gaze.  Retracting one hand from his back to ride his chest, her lithe digits reached to toy between the torn material of his damaged armor and the touch of his skin, but her delicate touch turned possessive, as her fingers tugged at the tattered material.  There was purpose in the gesture, unspoken, but one that insisted Batman take to his knees, and the added strain of her pull would rip further at the remnants that kept the ever symbolic bat attached to his guise should Batman resist the direction.<br/><br/>"You think you have what it takes to please me, Dark Knight?" Her sultry voice mocked the idea though Ivy herself had very little doubt in the likelihood even if she refused to let her tone express it.  "Mind you it is a task many have failed at before, but I am a fair enough woman.  If you wish to try your luck, how could I possibly deny you after you've shown such promise?"  With Batman knelt before her, Poison Ivy curled one dainty finger beneath his chin to lift his attention to focus still upon her face and she graced him with a bitten smile full of possibility as her thumb dragged against his bottom lip.  "Should you succeed..." she cooed, "maybe then you can show me what kind of man you really are beneath this shroud of mystery you cling so tightly to.  After all, with me, good deeds can never go unrewarded."