A touch he had secretly yearned and craved for so long finally happened. It was everything he had wanted it to be and yet it didn't live up to the expectations at the same time. Her hands were soft and smooth, perfect in every way as they expertly danced acrossed his chiseled frame and memorized every curve and crevice they came in contact with. Compared to the sweet succulent nectar he had been able to taste this was a slight let down. There was more to it than that though, with his suit on there had been a mystery to what she felt like, and there had been admiration. In a way it made his suit a fetish object, and her touch with his suit on was far more electric.<br/><br/>With all of those thoughts though this was still in the realm of perfect, that was unable to be denied. Her quip back about his question being stupid was not unexpected, of course he had known the answer, and in some ways he was being the bratty submissive, since he well knew that he had lost control long ago. He had never needed to freely give it, though it likely spared Alfred's life to do so, she could have taken it at any point from the time he entered the mansion to confront her, and now she had won, was still winning, and at the same time letting him have some fun too. His pleasure was at her mercy and it seemed the Mistress of plants was merciful.<br/><br/>With closed eyes a deep breath went in and out when Poison Ivy drug her hand along his midsection, closer and closer down south. His manhood twitched with anticipation as nerve endings became more sensitive to her touch. It wasn't long before her lips carressed his shoulder, no doubt wanting access to his covered neck, and then he felt her touch in a place he had waited some time for. From the very first innuendo she had teased him with,<i>Are you carrying a garden snake on that tool belt, or you just happy to see me? </i>To the moment he had wondered what it would be like to be with her, touched by her hand, and no more was there guesswork to be done.<br/><br/>She asked an interesting question and Batman snorted, "you waited until now to ask that? Play with the garden snake, as you so elloquently put it when we first met, long enough and you will find out." It was hard to not laugh when he said it, but the focus of her smooth strokes did the trick. A moan of pleasure and a shock wave from her tantalizing touch would be the answer to her nimble fingers working their magic.