"All these assertions, Batman. I don't know, kinda makes me wonder who it is you're truly trying to convince," she had whispered. Even when his words had denied any surrender to her will, his solid frame had been all too inviting of her affections for Ivy to not take notice. The Dark Knight could attempt being mindful all he wanted, but his body would react to her whether he wanted it to or not. She wasn't appealing to his mind, anyway. Oh no, Ivy's attack was precise, directed at the more vulnerable creature underneath the hero with the black cape.<br/><br/>Primitive man.<br/><br/>"They call me Poison Ivy," she murmured with a smoldering smirk curling her red velvet lips. "And excuse me for saying, Batman...but it seems to me, I may have you a bit more than just...disadvantaged." Ivy felt the firm grip of Batman's fingers loosen slightly and her devious green eyes glanced down between them. She did not move however, save for the subtle way she leaned further into him. Returning her stare to his then, she arched a cheeky brow. "Are you carrying a garden snake on that tool belt, or you just happy to see me?" It was then that he released her to pushed her away, and it was also then that Batman lost his footing. As quickly as the force of his palm had sent her stumbling back, his ankles were seized and swept out from beneath him by the creeping allies Ivy had at his back.<br/><br/>Gaining her stability, a scowl registered on her sharp features, but the scorn would be short lived as it would appear she certainly had the advantage now. "Now really," her honeysuckle voice patronized him, "You should have seen that coming." Hanging from the ceiling by his feet, Ivy was emboldened to take a few steps towards him as she shook her head with disappointment. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I took you for a man quick on his feet. Guess you'll have to work on that for next time."<br/><br/>Maintaining arms length, she watched as her pets bound the intrusive bat. Standing in mere observation of him now, Ivy realized she was not so driven that she was blind. Beneath the hardened rubber that protected him, she mused his flesh bore the same formed rigidity, and that delectable grin formed once more at the thought of pawing at it while she had the chance. However, there were bigger opportunities to be had here. Like escape.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry we had to meet this way, Batman. And that it's ended so poorly...for you," she cooed, an innocent expression of remorse playing within her eyes. "If I'm lucky, maybe you'll give me a do over." With one last step forward, Poison Ivy kneeled so that her emerald eyes peered into the dark pools of her masked foe, and she smiled sweetly. "If I'm not, well, this could be fun too." She coaxed him into a swing with the push of her finger at the center of his chest. "Good luck, Batsy," she said, kissing her gloved fingers to leave a smear of red upon the Dark Knight's covered forehead before standing to conclude, "At least until you see me again."<br/><br/>With a wink she turned. The plants would give up their captive once she was too far away to care, but Poison Ivy knew this wouldn't be the last she'd see of Batman. In fact, as she fled, part of her even hoped that it would not be. If she couldn't make him see things her way, she could still find ways to make the pest useful. Such a fine specimen he was. It would have been against her nature not to admire that.