Her head tilted at his response like a curious bird, feigning contemplation of course as her taunting grin was anything but complacent. "Oh that's cute," she cooed, her scarlet smirk turning into a condescending pout. Blowing a strand of hair that had fallen to shade her eyes out of the way, Ivy shrugged playfully. "Oh, what the hell. Alright, go ahead, Mr. Batman," she said, moving her hands to proffer dainty wrists in what was certainly mock surrender. "I'll let you give it your best shot."<br/><br/>If Batman thought for one second she was actually going to relinquish her freedom to him so easily, the Dark Knight would be in for a rather rude awakening, but she would play coy until he felt froggy enough to take that leap. "Though you might not want to get too close, Batsy I'm known to be quite toxic." She took a slow but challenging step forward, the shimmer in her emerald eyes veiled only by the seductive shadow of her lowered lashes as she released what was perhaps her best weapon into the air surrounding them.<br/><br/>"Perhaps you should give it some thought. Maybe Arkham isn't where you'd like to take me at all," she suggested, taking yet another sultry step towards the would be hero adorned in black. "What I'm doing isn't so terrible if you think about it. Peanuts have killed more people than I have with this little experiment, and I don't see you raiding them." As she spoke Poison Ivy was tainting the oxygen with her irresistible pheromones, letting them do much of the heavy lifting to keep the Dark Knight subdued without the use of force though she would use that too if push came to shove within the control room.<br/><br/>Within moments, Ivy was standing chest to chest with Gotham's adoptive son and her long fingers came to form over his covered bicep while her eyes followed the journey they made down the length of his arm. "What do you say, oh gallant creature of the night? Let a girl slide just this once, and I'll show you a Gotham that's really worth protecting."<br/><br/>She was standing dangerously close the vigilante, but Ivy lacked any sense of vulnerability, which may have been an under sight on her part, but if he chose to lay an unpleasant hand on her, she knew the life that grew around him would be quick to react. Poison Ivy was them and they were her, bending and twining to her will. Should she be cornered into forcing her hand the red haired woman wouldn't have any qualms with using them to her advantage, after all, Batman was in her jungle, and only Ivy was certain of the way out.