Poison Ivy (low, sultry): “Mmm… look at you. Gotham’s little bird. All caged. All mine.”

(She lifts his chin with a vine, studying his bruised jaw, almost admiring the damage she’s done.)

Robin (straining, defiant): “You think this obsession makes you powerful, Ivy? You don’t love me. You just want control.”

Poison Ivy (smiling wickedly): “Oh, but you’re wrong. Control is what I already have… love is what I crave.”

(She runs a vine down his chest, letting thorns graze his skin.)

Robin (hissing in pain): “You call this love? Beating me, chaining me here like some—”

Poison Ivy (interrupting, whispering near his ear): “—like someone I couldn’t stand to lose. Don’t you see? You’ve already infected me, little bird. The way you fight, the way you burn. You make me feel human again… and I hate it. And I want more.”

Robin (breathing hard, meeting her gaze): “You’re twisted. You don’t want me. You want the idea of breaking me.”

Poison Ivy (laughing softly, pressing her lips to his ear): “Maybe. Or maybe I want to see how long you’ll resist before you realize you belong in my vines. Imagine it, Robin… no more Batman’s shadow, no more orders. Just you and me. My little bird, blooming in my garden forever.”

(She presses a poisoned kiss close to his lips, but hovers, savoring the tension.)

Robin (defiant, but voice trembling): “You’ll never own me.”

Poison Ivy (dark, almost tender): “Oh, darling… I don’t want to own you. I want to consume you. There’s a difference.”

(The vines tighten around him, holding him like a lover’s embrace, thorns digging in just enough to sting.)

Poison Ivy: “And when you finally surrender… I’ll make sure you never fly away again.”