What it says on the label.

Ivy's learned something new. So will Robin.

The stillness wasn’t that unusual, nor was the tight line of Tim’s mouth, but his fists were clenched tight by his sides and he was kind of – flushed, the colour dark on his cheekbones below the mask, and rising. Oh, shit. He’d been zapped with something.

Surprisingly enough, Ivy didn't like getting fruit baskets as thank yous. Jason'd have to find something else to send her.

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”). - The bats have a sex pollen release form. Because of course they do.

“I’m fine,” Tim says - audibly, with his mouth and everything. Jason stares at it. “You sure?” Jason asks, tamping down the strain of panic rising in his chest. He’s pretty sure they’ve got a telepathy situation on their hands, and he fucking hates those. He’s not even beginning to think about the… content of the telepathy.

Bruce Wayne is kidnapped by Poison Ivy. Superman comes to the rescue.