Ivy furrowed her brow. The first? What was this game Batman was playing at? Ivy continued to slither her hand up his costume, reaching his neck and jawline. She ran a single finger across his chin, leaving a trail of a chemical rash anywhere she touched. She was beyond the poison of her namesake now. She was concentrated ricin; a drop the size of a single grain of salt was enough to be the lethal dose for a human. Her finger trail would not do the damage, however, her kiss was as fatal as they came.
Ivy's lips hovered over Dick's, knowing fully well her own toxicity. "Be my lover," she whispered. Her vines slithered off of her own body and slithered under the costume of Dick, digging their torns into his flesh to create a home for themselves. They would continue to feed Dick the pheromones and poisons required for his mind control, until discovered and removed.