It could've been Fear Gas. It could've been Joker Toxin. Hell, it could've been a bullet-- but no. No, you had to get hit with Poison Ivy's Special Formula.

No, not that one. The other one.

The one that Dick had lovingly nicknamed 'Cuddle Pollen' when Bruce was hit with it for the first time during his Robin days.

Rather than an aphrodisiac, this pollen simply left the affected with an insatiable need for human contact and affection-- to the point of near agony... Okay, maybe not agony-- but it sucked pretty bad.

You hadn't been this cold in years-- and it was 60 degrees outside.

Of course, being a Wayne, you were obligated by the nature of your family to hide and injury from the others at least once a week, it's what we do here-- but this one in particular they definitely couldn't know about. It was humiliating!! What, you couldn't dodge a vine in time so now you need a hug and a kiss on the forehead to make it feel better?! No. Absolutely not.

"... Are you sure you didn't get hit with anything?" Bruce asked as the team put their suits away after an eventful patrol. "Ivy's toxins can be subtle."