"I might need to test the merchandise..." Bruce smirked, ebbing closer still, the tip of the needle finally peeked out of his pocket, shining in the light of his office as he reared back, preparing to lunge at her as his lips parted and he leaned toward her. But just as he'd been about to plunge the syringe into her neck, something grabbed him from behind violently and ensnared him, winding it's way tightly around his body.
At first, Bruce made a good effort at to fight the vines as they traveled around his limbs, tying him down to his chair, attaching his legs and arms to those of his wooden chair. He winced as thorns embedded themselves into his skin, tearing his suit and sinking their toxins into his bloodstream. He fought that too but there was only so much of the drug his body could take no matter how much of an immunity he had built up. The only hope of salvation he had was the syringe now rolling across the floor toward Ivy's high heels.