Ivy arrives

Suddenly, Ivy descended from the ceiling, supported by numerous vines, landing gracefully.

“Hello Batman, I’m so glad you could join me for Christmas,” she said playfully as she gave him a wink.

“The only Christmas you’ll be having is in a cell at Arkham,” Batman replied, “now tell me why you made the mistletoe.”

“Oh darling, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she said as she blew him a kiss, no doubt laced with pheromones that might’ve affected him if not for his filter.

“And as for why I made the mistletoe,” she continued as she sauntered towards him, “it’s always been my favourite Christmas tradition, so I thought why not share it with all of Gotham? After all, what’s better than two lovers like us sharing a tender kiss?”

“We’re not lovers Ivy,” Batman said as he took a step back from her.

“Well Batman,” Ivy said as she pointed her finger above his head, “you’re standing under the mistletoe now, so how’s about a kiss?”