There was only so much Batman could do to hold on against the poison and strangling vines. The dufference is that what he thought was death was a sleeper hold. Of course death itself was close, his heart continued to pump hard and slow,<i>thud thud</i>, it went as Batman passed away into Queen Mab's hellish dream world. Indeed the dream world he was headed to would be no picnic at all. His body in the real world had went slack for Poison Ivy to draw her conclusions, he had no idea when he had passed out, what she was doing, he just knew he had faded.<br/><br/>The sight that greeted the Dark Knight upon awakening in the world of dreams and nightmares was not seemingly dangerous, but he knew all to well how decieving appearances could be. He was at the entrance to Gotham Park he had ambushed her at, there were exoctic plants everywhere. The sky was a nice shade of pink as if the sun were setting, but there was ample light to see by. A silky smooth whisper, similar to one he had heard before floated into his ear. "Come find me handsome." This was a dream, he knew it, and yet her voice seemed so real, the air he breathed in felt real. His costume was in perfect shape, the rubber suit without a mark on it, the yellow utility belt still around his waist.<br/><br/>He refused the voice, and instead went to sit at the bench. A mistake of epic proportions, but he didn't find that out until he had fully relaxed into the metal surface. His arms up behind him, it was then that coils of vines lashed out and snared his wrists. Batman was violently jerked backward out of the bench, the feeling of vertigo very real in this world as he crashed hard on the ground. His eyes were greeted to a monstrous sight, a hulking plant monster that made Bane look like an average person. The vines came from its arms as it jerked him sky high and soon Batman was flying through the air, spinning in such a way that his normally helpful cape was wrapped around his face. With a sickening thud his back crashed against a tree.<br/><br/>The sound of the boots was unmistakable as he felt a pointed toe crash into the thinner side of his suit that thrust Batman from being on all fours to being on his back. Almost just as sharply a stiletto heel was jabbed into the abdomen of his suit as nimble fingers moved the cape from his face. "I said come find me," the voice and face were Poison Ivy's her red curls draping provocatively down her shoulders. She had a green spandex outfit on, different than the one he last saw her in, and he was certain this was not real despite the pain he was feeling. Hell he didn't even know if she could make monsters like the one he had just encountered.<br/><br/>It was then that the nightmare faded, the cure working through his body. The poison was gone, well the deadly one, the pheremones were firmly entrenched in his body and when Batman awoke his body was prepared. His manhood had hardened up faster than a man on Viagra. As his eyes fluttered open he was glad to see Ivy next to him, well practically on him in some ways, though she was next to him. "Thank you," he managed in a somewhat in-between voice. It was a mix of Bruce and Batman designed to be softer and yet not give away the man behind the mask, not that it mattered with Pamela.