The swapping of spit, an act that could be taken soany different ways, that could end with a plethora of different feelings, but there was none quite like this. Though the taste from her tongue playing chase with his own was not quite as good as the nectar from her flowering bud to the south, the wet juices her pink probe provided was plenty intoxicating as it was. Deeply locked into the moment, a moment he wanted to experience again at some point, Batman focused on both the kiss and rocking her hips. He did not care about any of the evil that persisted right now, no his focus was on pleasure, fun, and the heat of the moment. Most of his morality was in shambles, if the press found out he would be finished, they would have a field day with the biggest scandal since Bill Clinton and Monika Lewinski. The secure location of the cabin would make sure that didn't happen though as he was sure she didn't want anyone to know any more than he did.<br/><br/>If the nectar of her body could be this sweet, then surely her plants couldn't be all bad right? There had to be some good, because something so sweet couldn't possibly epitomize evil could it? Those were two small questions that blossomed inside his head and started to plant the seeds of doubt. He watched the red headed goddess depart from him, their melded bodies seperating once more. She stood in her naked glory as Batman came to realize he was no longer confined by the vines of his current lover.<i>Trust</i>, it was a word mostly foreign when it came to his enemies, but she wasn't his enemy, was she? Sure she had held Alfred hostage, but he had decieved her first and she was only exacting revenge to get his attention, no she was not the enemy, he was an asshole.<br/><br/>His eyes locked onto hers, the contrasting and complementing colors in a showdown, as her invited him without a single motion or word to be spoken. Her words, when they did come had told him to simoly ask for what he wanted, he figured she meant the sweet succulent nectar he had alluded to. Batman slid off the bed and stood next to her, he gently took hold of each wrist in hid hands and placed them under his cape at the small of his back. He walked a half step more inside her embrace until her ample breasts were once more touching the bare chest she had exposed with the flap still hanging loose. With a calculated slowness his brought his lips to her left ear as they brushed her cheek. "Please let me have more of you sweet nectar so that I might please you Mistress Ivy." He was unsure why he had called her Mistress Ivy, but he had, and he didn't feel ashamed of it at all. The words rolled naturally off of his tongue. Batman brought his head back from her ear and stared hungrily into her eyes as he awaited a response.