A soft hum of a giggle rattled in Ivy's throat as her steady hand continued its imploring caress.  Truth be told, she rather enjoyed Batman's reliable banter.  Almost as much as she had been enjoying his surrender.  He entertained her, when he hadn't been pissing her off, and the sometimes subtle, but always present peacocking was something the villainess loved to hate about the dark vigilante. Leaning into Batman's frame, her supple figure conformed to the hero's sturdy back, the embrace allowing Ivy to feel his breath as the inflation of his lungs pressed him back into her position, and when a moan rose from his chest, the vibration radiated against her own.<br/><br/>"You speak as though it is me being blessed with some kind of exotic privilege here," she retorted, voice sweet and sultry as ever, though she carried a patronizing sentiment as her kisses grazed across his shoulder.  "I should remind you that although you are most certainly a pretty specimen, you are just a man prancing around in a rubber suit and pointy mask." Between his shoulder blades, Poison Ivy's lips brushed as they condescended him, one palm riding up the contours of the Dark Knight's back in much the same slow, aching pace that her other adorned his member.  Wholly indulging on the rigidity in both, but none to hasty in the execution of her appreciation. "Your serpent isn't unlike that in any other garden in Gotham."<br/><br/>Whether this was true or not was up to Batman's ego to decide, and Ivy was content in letting him ponder her opinion on the matter himself, and her fluid palms paused.  Dragging her lithe fingers away from their emcompassing stroke, Poison Ivy left only one to trail along his hip and around to the small of his back as she then paced around him.  "Any fool with enough mind and training, could put that suit on, same as you, and try to fight all us baddies who call Gotham home," she claimed.  "Just like anyone with half a mind and the right motivation should, theoretically, know how to swing his pecker." Rounding to face Batman, a delectable smirk tucked into her cheek while one perfectly shaped brow arched over her brilliant eyes.  "I may have my assumptions, but one never be sure...I think we both know, appearances can be quite deceiving."  The solitary digit that had made its journey along Batman's flesh rose to slip down the sharp slope of his nose.<br/><br/>Poison Ivy's tongue flicked over his lips, still able to taste the product of his skill that coated their cushion as her hands rested, softly curved about his hips.  "I suppose you are right about one thing though...there's only one way to find out."  She suckled at the bottom tier of Batman's kiss, pulling it taut between her own as her body began a slow descent before him.  Her breath bathed his chest, tongue playfully joining to taunt the rounds of his nipples until her teeth pinched at their attention while her hands cascaded down his thick thighs.  Further still, Ivy crouched before him, her direction leaving little to question her desination though she seemed to procrastinate the effort as she took her time in exploring the trail as she went.  Savoring him, just as she had told him to do.<br/><br/>"Besides...I'm a woman of my word...and you've been...so...good...tending to my garden."  Ivy punctuated her words with lingering kisses, eyes casting up to his as she came to rest provocatively before him, where the part in her gaped hovered dangerously close to Batman's excitement.  Her hands seeped up his legs, anchoring  themselves to aid in bracing him for the warm, salacious embrace her bright reds lips were poised to offer.