A quite, favorable murmur hummed deep in her chest and Ivy grinned. Batman's words implored her, but it was the stirring arousal beneath her palm that really empowered the villainess. "Mmm, a man with prowess so it would seem," she purred, the fluid motion of her delicate hand further coaxing his manhood into an even more uncomfortable constraint. "And I thought I was the one doing the seducing," she teased, bringing her other hand to fold over his side as she pulled his body towards her to nestle her own firmly against his back. He may have wanted to fight her, surely every fiber of his being told him to, but she had been successful in overriding his will in their current position and Poison Ivy knew she had the upper hand. At least for now.<br/><br/>Feeling his shaft thicken under her fingers, Ivy moaned quietly once more as they stroked along the length hidden under his suit. Even if it was inwardly, she had to admit she was relishing the sensation, her effect on him having its own lusty effect on her as she wondered just what kind of man she was truly dealing with and her touch lingered. Her aggravation had subsided slightly once Batman had been robbed of his full composer, and she was a woman after all with needs of her she spent little time actually fulfilling. The fact that he likely still wished to haul her into Arkham wasn't lost to her, though for the time being it was lost to him, and Ivy was finding it difficult to not advantage where she saw the opportunity. However, things weren't so easy for Ivy, and she knew that any indulgence she gave into would kill the man in her presence, and again, she was not entirely sold on adding more blood to her hands. But there was ways around it.<br/><br/>Withdrawing her hands, she pulled herself away from his sturdy frame, and finished circling him until she was once again facing Gotham's Dark Knight. "I'll admit I thought about killing you tonight," she stated, her voice sweet despite the threatening claim. "You're tampering with my plans should make me hate you..." she continued, running a gloved finger laterally along his lips, dragging the lower tier to part his gape as she elevated against him and her own toxic kiss hovered inches from his. "But I am such a sucker for the tall, dark, and mysterious."<br/><br/>While she spoke, Poison Ivy pulled a syringe from the soft red curls of her hair, her emerald eyes locked with Batman's darker ones as she removed its cap with one hand while the other stretched to roll over his shoulder for support. If the Bat tried to lean into her taunting lips, Ivy would pull away in a seemingly playful tease though she would still maintain their intimate proximity as she cooed tenderly, "and you, my gallant Batman, possess all those traits, and it's making it very hard for a girl to resist." She melted against him further, unhindered desire seeping from the way she moved her body along his. "Put your hands on me, Batman," she pleaded, readying her own armed hand to plunge the needle into his neck once he heeded her request. She could touch him, not yet, but a woman after her own satisfaction, she would soon enough.