Hell Hath No Fury Like The Rose's Thorn

[Batman (Bruce Wayne)]

Batman landed upon the rooftop and began analyzing the area when his gaze settled onto a sniper that swiftly turned to aim their rifle at Batman only for their sight to be thrown off by his movements, charging towards them across the rooftop, he tumbled onto the ground as the rifle fired and missed. The stray bullet would be the final nail in the proverbial coffin that Batman needed to roundhouse kick the sniper disarming them before smashing his fist into the sniper's temple to knock them out. He turned his attention back to the office to see that it looked like there was no commotion.

Shreck would lead Ivy to the secretary's computer where he typed into the computer to reveal the address of the labs. "We don't have time to make it there from here. The cops have the place surrounded. I can give you proof the formulas exist...More than one. If I die, you'll never get the secrets of enhancing your plants." Shreck began to feel sweaty and weaker as his strength was fading.

[Oracle]

She thought for a moment, then, her green eyes slid from Shreck to the exit Batman had made just before and where the distant sounds of his takedowns were echoing. She took the information from the older man and tucked it into her cleavage, smirking at the set of eyes staring deeply at those firm breasts before she tugged his jaw back up to look at her eyes. "Then it seems the deal is changed." At her side, her twisting branch rose and from it bloomed a set of small, pink flowers, their centers a deep cream and the outer petals lush and rosey. She plucked three of the flowers and tucked them into Shreck's jacket pocket as a bootinere. "Crush them, let them soak in hot tea for three minutes, and drink. You'll have bought yourself four days before the poison starts to move again. Waste efforts trying to make an antidote from that, and risk dying before my task is accomplished." She turned and headed for the Batman's exit.

"Wait! Where are you going!?" Shreck demanded, stamping after her.

Ivy paused at the window, open to the night air and the rootop next door where she was sure Batman lurked fighting the gunmen nearby. A turn of her head had her long, red mane swaying as she grinned at him. "To get my date for the trip." She leapt out and just after she disappered from sight, she reappeared, sitting on a large, plush leaf that raised up and up, heading for the other building. When she found Batman, she awaited him to finish his work before cutting in, still comfortable on her leaf. "Nice work. Come on, darling, we have a date to a lab or two from the kind Mister Shreck." She patted the leaf next to hear, bidding him to come with her.

[Batman (Bruce Wayne)]

Batman came to the ledge and stood upon its brink leaning on his right leg for balance from the wind that clashed against them at this altitude, ten stories down was quite the fall and enough for Batman's cape to flap wildly like the wings of a bat. Still his expression held no emotion as he looked at her. His first concern was Shreck's safety, looking to the window to see the man was still standing before looking at Ivy. He considered his next move carefully and she could perhaps see the conflict in him before he slowly stepped forward and sat down. His gaze looking straight ahead rather than to Ivy, once more the Dark Knight would go into the Lion's den unaware of what awaits ahead of him.

"What lab are we going to? What do you expect to find there?" He asked simply, his deep and soft voice never betraying his dark persona. On one hand he had told her she had a noble goal that he would help her with, but on the other hand he got the distinct feeling she was trying to string him along into a possible trap. The thought of changing her also hung in the balance of circumstances, the opportunity to save her life could prove that he was noble in his intentions and it is that and the apparent safety of Maximilian Shreck that convinced Batman to let Ivy lead this one. The lack of control made him uneasy, like free falling without a parachute, only the hope that fate would grant a spontaneous change to circumstances. This was no easy feat for him to give up control, it was the only way for Poison Ivy to tip her hand.