Her head flicked right and then left with enough speed that Ivy's long red hair fanned softly from the motion until her darting eyes stilled when she saw Bruce and Alfred at the end of the hall.  As if on queue, Bruce turned to face her, and Ivy's previously hasty pace slowed to a timely approach that swayed the curve of her hips, only to accentuate the slope of her slender waist.  The scorn on her face softened as she drew near, emerald eyes sparkling with a look of feigned worry, beautifully executed in its guise.  She may have wanted to strangle him, but Pamela was not as volatile a woman as the one that, for now, stayed hidden behind her mask, but her brows did furrow slightly in displeasure as Bruce addressed her.<br/><br/>"As a matter of fact I am," she replied with a pointed nod, "Mr. Wayne.  Had I known of your allergies, I never would have suggested that little show and tell back there, but it simply never came up.  Do forgive me."  Poison Ivy was deceptively sweet as she spoke, her head tilting to one side in compassion as one gloved hand came to trace the man's jaw and further insist her feigned regret.  The touch was perhaps a bit intimately forward for a pair who had just met, but there was a reason Ivy's fingers slid against his jaw with just enough pressure to coax a wince should Bruce have a tender spot located there.  She searched his eyes for that clue.  "You would think, surely, someone would have mentioned it before forcing you to, but whatever the case, I do apologize."<br/><br/>Her sooty lashes lowered demurely for a moment as she nearly bowed her head at him and her touch slipped away.  "I do assure you though, my darlings are quite harmless," Ivy then continued, an understated grin shaping her red lips as a quiet chuckle fluttered in her throat.  "I understand your concern however for the well being of the people in this city, and yourself.  I certainly wouldn't want any to suffer on the account I have overlooked something."  Of course, this was lie, Poison Ivy didn't rightly care if her plants were a bit too much for people to handle, that was half of their purpose, but she maintained that sweet, succulent tone to convince Bruce otherwise; that her heart and intentions were nothing but gold and not riddled with stickers.<br/><br/>"I would however like the opportunity to state my case, if you'd be so kind as to entertain me, perhaps over a night cap...or coffee," Pamela suggested, "and we can work out whatever kinks remain together."  It was fair to assume Poison Ivy always had reasons for doing what she did, she wasn't mindless, nor was she hell bent on destroying Gotham all together.  Having the population running around out of their minds wouldn't really help her cause, though it would be entertaining, it was not the results she was actually after.  The mind altering influence of her divine flora was just a nasty little side effect, that, truth be told, were harmless unless threatened into bloom.  The woman was intelligent, there were always more to her plans that what met the eye, and in order to try and hold on to the current one rapidly slipping through her hands, she was willing to share some of her reasons should Bruce oblige.