A/N: Not following any particular DC timeline. It has been 5 years since the Justice League has been established. Takes place at a charity event in Washington, D.C for promoting peace and helping war stricken countries. This is my first story I have posted here and it was originally just suppose to be a one shot but I may make this a few chapters. The title for the story came from me saying it out loud to myself, where is this going to go? I feel there are several directions I could take with this story but I can't decide. Let me know if you have a suggestion of where I should take these characters I'd love to hear what you'd have to say. I am new to ALL of this so ANY advice or criticism would be appreciated. :D Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoy it!

"My, my look who it is. *hmph* Mr. Bruce Wayne himself." Selina Kyle purred

Bruce turned instantly recognizing the voice but played it cool to avoid suspicion. "Ah, yes, Mrs. Kyle I presume?" Selina stood before him sleek and slender in a black gown with spaghetti straps and a slit down the left side, revealing the length of her leg. She had green, mischievous eyes and blood red lips against her light complexion. For a brief second Bruce was glad that she was there so he had some one he knew but that was the problem. She KNEW him.

"What brings you here Mrs. Kyle?" He asked politely but he knew all too well why she really was there. Charity event like this full of people with big wallets, she was scoping out new prey.

"Oh, the usual but I couldn't resist saying hello." She smiled a devilish smile.

Bruce did like her, maybe even loved her. They met before the Justice League started, back when it was just him against the world. A part of him always wanted to make it work between them but she couldn't give up being Catwoman as much as he couldn't give up being Batman.

She swaggered over to him closer so that she placed her hand on his chest. "Mmmmm. You've always had a marvelous scent Bruce, tell me, do you ever spend your lonely nights thinking about me?"

Bruce was always a cautious man but here was Catwoman talking to Bruce Wayne. She wasn't high profile, more overseas, she just started to get a reputation over here but no one in this knew her. Still, it made Bruce very frustrated.

He puts his hand on her shoulder and slide his hand down to her wrist. He examined her diamond bracelet.

"What a beautiful bracelet, a gift from an admirer?" He asked innocently.

"Bruce," she smirked" you are my one and only."

" You know it reminds me an awful lot of the missing bracelet from the Bristish Museum." She didn't even realize he had the bracelet in his hands as he spoke. He gave her quick look then placed the bracelet in his coat pocket.

She looked at him with enraged eyes, but blinked a few times and sighed, "Oh Bruce, you gotta admit it looks best on my wrist than in some exhibit." She said quietly. Even though they were in the middle of a crowd on the ballroom floor no one was paying any attention. Everyone was busy schmoozing and concerned with their own appearances.

He gave her a stern look. She opened her mouth to say something then stopped and took a step back somewhat hurt. "So many times we've been in this position," she looked at him but his time her mischievous look was back in her eyes. "but unfortunately, I'm in no mood to replay this all out, I have business to attend to."

"Whatever plans you have Selina... " She raised a delicate hand " Save it. I'm sure we will be seeing each other after this party anyways." She blew him a kiss," See you tonight lover." and walked off. God he found that woman frustrating. He went to the bartender for a drink all the while keeping a keen eye on Selina.

Diana steps out of the limo in a silk, cream colored gown that hung to every voluptuous curve of her body. Her velvet black, wavy hair in a Grecian updo, gold dangle ear rings and gold sandals to compliment. As she stood upright she felt the cool night breeze kiss her bare back left exposed all the way down to the small of her back. Diana never liked to dress all formal, she preferred her battle armor but she had to admit tonight she felt quite nice.

Before she entered the event, she took her time answering questions from reporters lined up outside. She took this moment to mentally prep for the boredom and annoyance she was about to endure. She was here to help promote the cause which she was also suppose to give a speech later on for as well. She was more than happy to accept the invite, any chance to promote peace is an opportunity to not pass up. What she could not stand were the guests. The ignorance of the people that attended these functions never ceased to surprise her but as long as they donated is all that mattered.

An hour into the event Diana felt somewhat dizzy being ushered around meeting people who she could tell, didn't truly care about the war stricken countries the event was trying help, but instead they were all more interested in what the other was wearing or what kind of leather their Rolls Royce had. What didn't help to her dizziness was the various perfumes everyone felt like wearing excessive amounts of, she needed to sit better yet, she could use a drink. As she snuck away from the crowd she walked over to the bar and to her delight recognized a familiar face.

"That poor fool, Selina is going to eat him alive. Maybe I should intervene...No, she is a sneaky woman she has something up her sleeve. I'll wait to see what unfolds."

Bruce thinks to himself as he watches Selina leave with a young senator's son. Although it would be best to stop whatever she has planned now, Bruce couldn't help but feel a sting of pain and jealousy. He knew by the end of tonight she would have all the information she needed to steal all of the boy and his family's money.

"Least he will learn his lesson but she won't get far. Before she can spend a cent she will learn her lesson as well when I turn her over to the authorities."

Although he looked calm and composed, inside he smiled a wicked grin but it quickly turned into a frown. He felt pain because he could love Selina, there will always be a place for her in his heart but her constant betrayal, lies, and thievery were taking a toll. He was beginning to feel the place where he kept Selina and their love guarded in his heart slowly becoming smaller. Before, their love was once a vibrant red rose with thorns encaged in his cold, black steel heart, but now? Now the rose is bruised, its thorns sharpened, and its color loosing its' vibrancy.

"May I sit here?