"Oh, Batman," came Ivy's breathy coo, deceptive and sweet, as she paused in their exit to address his remark.  Her supple form leaned suggestively into the restrained hero, her head resting on his shoulder while her fingers danced up his torso until they clasped lightly about the point of his chin.  She directed his sights to settle on the blonde time bomb and her helpless charge, and Ivy's devious grin could be heard in her honeysuckle voice when she spoke next. "It's not like I've given you much of a choice," she whispered against his ear, her body lingering close so that both the image before him and the feel of her against him would be branded into Batman's psyche, hopefully solidifying the barbs she she had thus far debilitated him with.  "And don't flatter yourself too much, prince of Gotham," she added, drawing her finger along the lower tier of his lips before her hand gently drifted from his face and she took a step back.  "I'm not doing it for you."  Her hand dropped, and Ivy hooked her little finger around the chain fastened between her captive's wrists, and pivoted to continue towards her exit with Batman in tow.<br/><br/>She hadn't exactly planned for the quid pro quo he had offered her, but Poison Ivy was nothing if not adaptable, and nothing about her demeanor would have suggested she hadn't been fully prepared for the unfolding events.  Outside the manor, it was moments before the redheaded vixen had flagged down another cab, convincing the innocent man behind the wheel to happily hand over his keys and take a walk.  It was easy enough, Ivy used her charms well, and holding the driver's side door open, she flicked her head in indication that she expected Batman to play escort service.  "I'm sure you can manage," she winked, a finger whimsically pointing towards the handcuffs he adorned as she moved to get in on the opposite side.<br/><br/>"New Trigate Bridge, take us there," was her direction, situating herself so that she almost faced him squarely, one shapely leg crossed over the knee of the other which she had tucked beneath her.  The ride would give her time with his attention focused to have his ear while simultaneously giving herself the chance to study the Dark Knight up close and personal.  Her rich gaze was unwavering, settling on the capped crusader as he drove through Gotham City under her order.  But it wasn't just Batman she saw as her eyes traveled along the structure of his jaw and the strong physique of his broad shoulders.  Bruce Wayne too was recognizable beyond the mask now that she knew what she was looking at and smirk nestled itself into her cheek.<br/><br/>There were others in Gotham that would have loved to be in the position Poison Ivy found herself in, but she was certain none of them would have really known what to do with the power. The cunning redhead however was a particularly patient woman and tentative in regards to many things despite the relentless need to have her way, and she knew it would take more than blackmail to get the self appointed hero to see things her way.  The blackmail helped of course, but Ivy would have to make Batman and Bruce an offer they couldn't refuse. "Understand, that if I had wanted your friend dead, he would have been," she broke the silence, her tone suggesting neither softness nor remorse, but simple fact.  "And truth is Batman, you have far greater enemies in this city than I."  Poison Ivy reached a delicate hand to drag her slender fingers along the length of his extended arm, and shifted slightly closer.  "Really, you should be elated it was me and not one of them who stumbled upon your lavish double life.  Alfred may not have been so lucky otherwise."