Selina knew better, and she liked being party to one of Gotham's best kept secrets.
After seeing Bruce fighting for his life on a catwalk, watching him charm the mayor into giving the local Boys and Girls club another fifteen thousand dollars was nothing.
It almost seemed a sin to see him there, confined in a tuxedo when she knew he could be out in skin tight spandex saving lives.
In fact, it was a sin. Selina smirked as she made her way over to an elegantly quaffed Bruce Wayne. She chased away the three socialites flittering around him and stepped in close, wrapping an arm around his neck.
"Not that anyone else would notice, but you look like a damsel in distress. I've come to save you," she whispered to him.
Bruce smirked at her, and it wasn't a social smirk. It was a smirk that belonged out in dark nights on deserted roof tops.
"Just be careful," she warned, "I'm not like all those other handsome heroes. I might just whisk you away to a secret hideaway and take advantage of you."
Bruce leaned in close and rasped in her ear, "I'm counting on it."
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