Standing at the foot of the bed as her plants jolted Batman away from her, Ivy glared while he choked from the restrictive binds.  Her shift from hot to frigid was stark and instant, and assuming the caped crusader had somehow managed to call for help, the more her jaw hardened the tighter her vines squeezed, biting into the material that clothed him like hot knives through butter.  The thought of the batmobile, as loyal as his butler, finding its way on its own, never entered her mind as she already had enough reason not to believe the man that squirmed helplessly in front of her.  No man could be trusted, and it was that truth that fueled her instinctive conclusion, that even with his life in her hands, Batman still couldn't be either.<br/><br/>She was content, in a sinister way, watching as the vengeance of her will made the already dying Batman more uncomfortable, and she would have remained content had he not managed to find his voice.  His true voice.  Bruce Wayne reached Ivy's ears, offering explanation for the interruption outside, and the villainess blinked as if trying to cast the fog from her mind.  He was slipping, his fight in surrender without choice, but Poison Ivy couldn't take his word for it, so parting upon her approach, the branches that covered the window pulled back, allowing her sights to peer out into the blackened night to find the shadowy figure of the batmobile sitting outside just as he had claimed.  He was telling the truth.  Perhaps an escape plan, but with no one filing out or banging against the door, it appeared there were,in fact, no reinforcements coming to his aid. Just the car.  Sitting idly outside her secluded abode.  He was telling the truth, and with that knowledge, she returned to face the still dying Batman.<br/><br/>Poison Ivy crawled onto the bed where her rubber clad foe was confined, unconscious and barely breathing.  "God damn you, Batman," she muttered, a strange tone of anger and endearment mingling in her words as she knelt beside him.  Taking his face between delicate, coaxing hands, Ivy tilted Batman's head back slightly, the ferocious hold of her tangling plants ebbing, though not quite releasing, as she pressed the red velvet of her kiss to his lips.  A sensual fold, fluid and purposeful with the soft graze of her tongue extending to taste him, her cure beginning to return his life from the cliff it tettered on, while insidiously adding to the strings of compelling desire her toxins and their addictive properties delivered.<br/><br/>Her eyes closed, indulging in the texture her lips lingered against before the man, still climbing from the clutches of death, could be aware of the tenderness in her execution.  Without him there to realize it, Ivy took advantage of a moment that was for her alone, and kissed him as the woman she once was would have longed to, convincing herself it was merely for the sake of his life when in fact the urge went far deeper than that.  In that moment, removing the poison that threatened to end Gotham City's prince of darkness, Poison Ivy was a different creature, more human than villain.  More woman than monster.<br/><br/>She hated him, yes, despised his interference, and insufferable vows of honor, but the woman within her could conjure enough respect for the Dark Knight to be drawn to him nevertheless.  His solid resolve, his intelect, the awe inspiring appeal of his suited figure.  Though the task had seemed nearly impossible, life trying to control, and keep him out of her way was more delectable than one without something so charming to play with.  Ivy couldn't let Batman die.  A thorn in her side, he had been the one man who had managed to resist her, but in turn the Dark Knight had become irresistible to the toxic seductress; a truth that was as equally dangerous to Ivy as it was to Bruce.  But she had him, there and then, and with her lips molding and shaping to his, Poison Ivy decided she had no interest in letting him go.  She wanted him, all of him, and although she was no murderer, it didn't mean his life wouldn't come at the price of his heroic dignity.<br/><br/>Struggled as he might, Ivy would ensure he could never escape her.