His chiseled body was tense beneath his suit, Poison Ivy's firmly placed hands felt it as they pressed into his chest with the help of her leaning frame.  In her web of manipulation, Batman's life hung in the balance, and she could tell how it was testing the hero's will; a sight shamelessly relished by the redheaded vixen.  She drank it in, the conflict that swelled in the depths of his gaze, and a devious smirk shaped her sharp features to see the bricks of his resolve crumble as he finally voiced his agreement to her demands.  Nothing quiet satisfied Poison Ivy like getting her way, and although he still tried to negotiate the lives of those he called innocent, she was appeased with the ground she had gained.  However, it had been nothing in comparison to hearing the Dark Knight beg for his own life.<br/><br/>The toxin caused by his own insistence upon her lips was circulating his system quickly, the rapid pumping of his heart only assisting to usher it throughout his body at a rapid pace.  Soon the torment would be overwhelming, and if she did not counter it with the grace of her lips, the man bound before her would, without question, parish.  An attractive idea perhaps, a Gotham City without Batman, but as she watched him struggle against her tethers and poison, she found herself doubting the truth of that ideal.  For some, yes, life would be easier without the pesky bat, but chaos had never been what Ivy sought after, and the pros of having the vigilante under her thumb was found far more attractive than ending his existence.  But she wouldn't let him know that, not before toying with the power she currently held.<br/><br/>Laying her head upon Batman's chest her fingers curled over his broad shoulder in an effort to help her delicate figure cling to him as she hummed in a sultry plea of her own.  "Oh say that again, my Dark Knight," she whined, voice dripping like honey to patronize him. "This time, like you mean it."  It was cruel, wanting to hear the desperation in his voice once more, knowing the amount of suffering both his body and his psyche were enduring, but Ivy couldn't help herself, the occurance had ignited her, creating a need she simply would not deny.  "Ask me to save you, Batman, for the sake of Gotham," her finger dragged over his bottom lip once more, full figure shifting against him to let her lips brush ever so slightly in taunting against his.<br/><br/>"Ask me again..."<br/><br/>Her words were carried on a erotic breath, her fingers forming to cradle his chin, as she anticipated his repeated surrender.  She was poised, ready to give him the antidote to the ravenous effects her kiss had on his body, and more, should he comply, but outside the cracking of sticks and rustle of leaves pulled her from her own moment of hazy intoxication and her eyes snapped to glare up at Batman.  Her own building desire, which she had fallen victim to, broke at the unmistakable approach of a vehicle, turning the lustful heat in her eyes into a raging inferno. The coil of her children around his throat and feet increased sensing the sudden threat that caught her attention.  "Expecting someone, hero?" She sneered, the hold of her vines yanking the Dark Knight further back on to the bed, their swift lashing appendages securing his mighty form to the mattress.  "Please tell me you aren't that stupid."