Had Batman had a sense of humor he would almost have laughed at the irony of how Poison Ivy purred like Catwoman. He had not meant to make her do that, and thus he ignored it in hopes that she would stop. Alas the woman clearly had some interest in him, interest that seemed to become more and more apparent as their meeting went on. His eyes were trained on her body as she moved once more back to her desk. The sultry villainess knew how to attract a man's eyes, that much was clear. He watched her take all sorts of precautions when accessing his precious utility belt once more. He saw her feed a plant the microchip for safe keeping, effectively cutting him off from his own tools. There went that mode of thought for escape.<br/><br/>She beckoned him to her as she grabbed the phone. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but at the same time he didn't trust her. She was after all a nefarious creature with miss aligned intentions. They were noble in her eyes, but not to his, they were too extreme considering the circumstances. He listened to her voice, she told the person on the other end to 'let him go' as Batman approached Poison Ivy and held out his wrists. The cuffs finally came off, and instinctively he rubbed them both. His gloves had offered some protection, but she had made sure they were tight to prevent his escape. Small indentations could be seen on his wrists where the cuffs had been.<br/><br/>He listened to her demands for Gotham Park. That being the price for her secret keeping. Apparently she forgot that he knew her secret too. The way her body vivaciously leaned backward as she propped herself was seductive. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the material of the dress, and the way she rubbed the point of her shoe against his leg was practically begging him to make a move on her. This was interesting considering he had not yet provided her an answer. It did spark the lust in his eyes though, as both Bruce and Batman considered doing something he had never thought he would do. Intentionally sleep with the enemy, but was she really his enemy? She claimed she could be his ally.<br/><br/>The rubber clad hero moved closer, his legs in between her own as he bent down at the waist, his hands on the desk until he molded his torso onto hers. His weight was not supported by her though as the material of her dress touched his rubber suit. His lips were mere centimeters from her own, then he closed the gap. His lips touched hers, not gently either as the lust for her overtook him. He didn't yet part his mouth to intertwine their tongues, but his gloved hands quickly grasped her succulent ass and lifted her while he stood tall. Her hips aligned with his own as he walked her toward the bed with their lips still locked. He sat on the edge of the bed with he legs straddling his hips, it was then that he parted his lips, and gently brought out his tongue like a probe as he licked at her lips.