His large hands pulled her to him, and Batman's lips pressed against Ivy's appeased grin. Her kiss greeted him with titillating finesse, her rosey pout parting in invitation as his tongue ventured beyond. Maybe it was the strength in his embrace, the way his rigid frame formed against hers, or the succulent warmth of his mouth, but Ivy moaned deliciously as the hand upon his shoulder moved to frame his face and she coaxed him further into the fleeting but ravenous exchange. His lips were far more enticing than she had expected, but she noted the way his touch about her back moved only to stop before curving his palm around her backside. Something shifted, and again it wasn't what she had expected.<br/><br/>Batman pulled his affections away from her, and the statement that followed was evidence that her grip on him was slipping. Nevertheless, Poison Ivy slithered purposefully against him, bringing the valley between her legs to ride along the formed leather that covered his hardened arousal. "Is that so?" She questioned, leaving her hungry lips close to his, "Seems to me at least parts of you would beg to differ."<br/><br/>She was losing him, and though she may have been inwardly cursing, Ivy kept her elegant composer and scandalous tone as her hand fell from his face to rest upon his chest. She pulled her body away from his form slightly. "I guess it's a good thing I always have a back up plan then." While his attention had been focused on her, and Ivy's desires had grown, flora, previously tightly sealed, began to bloom. Large petals as red as the stain on her lips opened, releasing their decedent aroma to penetrate the senses with effects that were far more noticeable than the silent work of her pheromones.<br/><br/>"Do you like flowers, Batman?" She asked, her voice hinting to the fact this was a rather rhetorical question. "So many different kinds. So many different purposes. It's hard to imagine anyone not adoring them. Or perhaps I'm just bias..." Ivy separated herself from the Dark Knight further, pacing backwards a few steps before pivoting away from him as her gloved hand reached for a blood red flower that lowered towards her beckoning. "Take is one for instance," she continued, "the bright color and irresistible scent is meant to draw one into its brilliance. Much like myself." Glancing over her shoulder, Poison Ivy smirked and gave her masked company a cheeky wink. "But like most beautiful things, they are quite the tricksters."<br/><br/>Relinquishing her gentle cradle of the plant, she turned to face him as a look of feigned concerned furrowed her brows. "How are you feeling, Dark Knight? Dizzy? Or maybe a bit disorientated? I can't imagine you have a very high tolerance to hallucinogens; are you seeing double yet? I'm afraid I may have made these darlings rather potent, and I wouldn't want you to have a bad trip," she lied. "Who knows what kind of tramas they could unearth for Gotham's prince."