A/N: Hello, this story is completely unrelated to my other one ("Additions"). I just loved the idea, so I went with it... Hope readers enjoy. Please R&R, I know this chapter is really short, but I wanted to keep it separate from the next chapter (meant to be suspenseful....) which will be up soon. :P K Thanks, guys! Ciao!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC Comics, but the Story is mine.

: WayneTech Building, Bruce Wayne's Private Office – 4:55 PM :

On a Sunday afternoon, billionaire Bruce Wayne stood, hands in his pockets, on the top floor of WayneTech staring solemnly out the glass wall at the slowly waning sun. The board meeting had long since ended and everyone had gone home, except Bruce.

He had bid them all good bye and pleasantly shook a few hands. Some had even casually mentioned that they hoped to see Mr. Wayne at the benefit tonight. Bruce just smiled. Until then, he had completely forgotten that he had been invited to the fundraiser for Mercy General's new pediatric wing and that Alfred had already confirmed his attendance.

Normally, Bruce would not be as agitated about it as he was now, he usually didn't mind charity events so much as long as he didn't have to overdo the playboy guise. However, Bruce wasn't keen on going tonight, considering he was likely to run into her, especially after what he'd done the other night. He was nervous about seeing her again, even though he knew he didn't have to be. Still, Bruce had never before-

.... Vvrrr, vvrrr, vvrrr....

His cell phone buzzed, snapping Bruce out of his worries. He turned his back to the window and answered his phone. It was Dick.

"Bruce! Hey, you gonna be there tonight? Because you know I'm not showing up with just Tim, right?" Dick blurted all at once.

Bruce stared down at the floor and sighed.. "Yes, Dick, I will be there. What happened to Barbara?" He asked. "I thought she was going with you."

He heard Dick huff on the other end of the phone. "I don't know. She said she had changed her mind about coming last minute...." Bruce's brow crinkled. "Who knows? Maybe she will decide to show... I just wish she would make up her mind...."

"Hmm...," was all Bruce said, but he suspected that Dick's words had a double meaning.

"Anyways, remember Bruce. It's at six-thirty and it's already... five o'clock. See ya! And don't be late!" Dick laughed, because he knew that Bruce Wayne had a reputation for arriving fashionably late.

Bruce said good bye to Dick and hung up. Then, turning back around to face the diminishing sun, he relaxed his shoulders and let out the breath he'd been holding for the past hour or so. I can do this, he reassured himself, and with that he grabbed his coat, hat, and briefcase and walked swiftly out of the office.

: Selina Kyle's Brownstone Apartment – 5:30 PM :

Humming quietly, Selina Kyle unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside. On her way to the couch, she dropped her keys on the kitchen counter before collapsing on the plush red sofa. She heaved a sigh and ran a perfectly manicured hand through her short black locks.

She wasn't sure what to make of the other night. It was almost too overwhelming. Groaning to herself, she raised her head and something caught her eye on the sleek black coffee table. She reached out and took the small, embossed, cream coloured card that was leaning against a coffee mug she hadn't bothered to clean up. It was a personal invitation inviting Miss Kyle to a charity function. And it was tonight.

Great, she grumbled under her breath. After carefully avoiding him for the last three nights, she was sure to run into him there.... She still hadn't decided what to say when she did confront him. That was partially the reason why Selina had avoided him for the past couple of nights, but partially because she simply couldn't trust herself to....

She shook her head. "No," she said to herself. "The excuses end tonight."

Quickly standing up, Selina marched towards her bedroom to prepare, determined that she would come to some sort of conclusion by the end of the evening.