She saw him coming, he was hard to miss given the crowd of people parting in his way, but it was the unpleasant look on his face that caused the smirk on Ivy's own to quickly fade.  Something was wrong, and as know Bruce took to the microphone her stomach pitted.  Her painted pout parted in subtle disbelief as he spoke, just as shocked as the rest of the lot that listened, and her vibrant green gaze shifted in something akin to panic.  Staff stammered in their movements, uncertain at first how to proceed before managing to find their sense of direction again and heeded the man's sudden demands.  Ivy she found herself seething, hands clinched tightly at her sides with furry; the same kind of furry she recalled having after Batman had reversed her previous attempt to shift the mindset of Gotham City.<br/><br/>This couldn't be happening.  All the rewards she has planned on helping herself to were rapidly declining, as one of them ruined it by a few choice words.  She couldn't take another loss like this, her ego simply would not accept it.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind a peculiar train of thought rolled as she watched her blossoms being ushered towards the nearest exits as Bruce's claims suddenly struck her as odd.  It seemed curious to her that no one had bothered to mention the bachelor's allergies upon the arrival of her precious plants.  Wouldn't someone have known that Mr. Wayne had such a serious condition?  Wasn't that exactly the kind of thing rich men like him put other people on the pay role for to avoid?  The famous Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, and no one thought to mention this apparently critical piece of information?  The likelihood made her suspicious and for a brief moment she wondered...<br/><br/>'No, it couldn't be,' she chided herself, her focus then turning in search of Bruce despite the fact she was trying to dismiss the insidious thoughts that had now rooted themselves into her psyche.  Catching a glimpse of Bruce as he slipped away from the crowd, Ivy was swift in following, jerking her arm away from the man who attempted to snag it in his clammy hand.  She didn't excuse herself, and offered no words in pleasant parting as she removed herself from his grip and a determined stride set her off in hasty pursuit.<br/><br/>Using her plants now would have been a waste now that more than half had dispersed beyond her sights, but more importantly, the fiery haired vixen was now far more interested in the evening's elusive host rather than any of the rest in attendance.  If Bruce refused to let her vision flourish, he truly would be ripping out her grander scheme by the roots, and again the black caped hero fluttered about in the corners of her mind.  Instinct was strong in Ivy, and everything told her something was off here, but she was fighting the urge to reach the conclusion that the only reason Bruce had turned her display away was because he recognized their threat, and Ivy knew there was only two other people who could have possibly known that.  The fact Bruce didn't have pigtails didn't bode well in his favor in that respect.<br/><br/>She could have been wrong however, letting her already bruised ego get the better of her imagination, so Ivy stuffed down her wandering assumptions and continued on with the purpose of defending her plans for Gotham Park to the man who had all but steamrolled her design.  If he wasn't the bat then she had no desire to let Pamela's mask slip; 'you catch more bees with honey as they say', she quipped to herself, wandering out the exit she had seen the handsome millionaire take her eyes searching for either him or his so trusted hand, Alfred.