The crisp taste of cheap champagne stung Bruce's throat as he brought another crystal glass up to his lips. If he was going to be stuck at another one of these publicity auctions, then he would need to have a slight buzz. After all, Harvey, who had insisted that he come, was nowhere to be seen, as far as Bruce knew, he was off in some far corner of the room sucking the face off of his date.

Bruce was stuck alone, drinking champagne and talking to people whose only concern was his money and his company. He pulled lightly at his collar and wondered why with all his money, he had still ended up wearing a suit that was slightly too tight. He'd considered leaving but he knew that Alfred wouldn't be happy. "What are the papers going to read?" He could hear him saying.

"Gotham's first son, underage drinking?" Bruce heard a voice to his right, not the voice of a solicit or a business person though.

"You shouldn't be here, should you?" He asked, turning towards a woman in her mid-twenties. She looked like she belonged, but she didn't sound like it.

"I should actually." She said, sticking her hand out and flicking her shoulder-length blonde hair out of her face. "Vicky Vale, Channel Nine News. I'm covering the event." Bruce shook her hand and she flashed her press pass with her free hand. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Vale." Bruce said, flashing his billionaire smile.

"Likewise, Mr Wayne." She smiled back, narrowing her eyes as she saw a story. "What do you think the rumours?" She asked, taking a glass from a passing waiter.

"I prefer to stick to the facts but if you were trying to gauge a reaction to write about in your tabloid, I assure you that you will need to be more specific." He told her looking back out at the crowd of dancing couples as the mini-orchestra continued to play up on the stage.

"Ouch." She chuckled. "You don't like to mess around do you, Mr Wayne? Or can I call you Bruce?"

"That's up to you, Miss Vale." Bruce took another sip from his glass.

She took a second to think before asking her next question. "What does a teenage billionaire do during the day."

"Well..." He began to recount the same speech about being a teenage billionaire that he had come up with years ago but trailed off as his attention was drawn to a familiar girl stalking through the dancing couples.

Selina's dress was simple and elegant, the colour of a raven's feather with a snug waist, the skirt flared out from her hips and fell to just below her knees, showing off her legs which were held into stilettos by a thin strap and a tiny silver buckle. A few stray curls hung over the right side of her forehead, from the rest of her hair which was pinned to the top of her head, bobbing as she walked.

She managed to slip in unnoticed, Mouse's invitation had worked just as she said it would. Selina loved an event like a charity auction because she just had to come up with the right story and she could get to work. It was easy money.

"Hi, I volunteer for the children's ward." She told a tall, auburn-haired woman as she slipped a diamond ring off of her finger pulling back from a handshake. It was the same way she removed watches and bracelets.

"Oh, really? That's so noble." The woman gushed.

Selina smiled sweetly before excusing herself from the conversation under the guise that she needed to use the bathroom. She headed across the room towards a wealthy looking man whom she had seen wearing a gold pocket watch. It was an easy grab, out of his right pocket. Once she had eyes on him, Selina just watched, waiting for him to check the time.

Before she had the chance to strike, she felt somebody grab her left hand. Selina spun with her right fist raised only for him to catch it in his hand. She was face to face with Bruce, due to the heels, and she loosened her fist, lacing her fingers with his as he placed his other hand on her hip. Bruce wasn't sure what had come over him.

"We have to stop meeting like this." He joked, trying to break the ice as they began to sway to the music like all of the other couples around them.

"You've gotta stop sneaking up on me." Retorted Selina with a smirk, he was more confident than she remembered. She liked it.

They just danced, enjoying the moment before Bruce spoke again. "That's a lovely dress you're wearing."

"You don't scrub up too badly yourself." She said, looking him up and down quickly. "You know, for a billionaire."

"Why'd you come tonight?" He asked her.

Selina leaned in close so that she was cheek to cheek with Bruce. "I think we both know why I'm here, why are you?" She whispered in his ear.

"For a friend." Bruce said before swallowing nervously as he noticed how close they were.

"I never would've figured you were the type for friends." She joked and she felt him smile against her skin.

"But I was hoping that I would see you again." He told her, causing her cheeks to warm up.

"Really?" She asked with raised eyebrows and Bruce pulled back so they were back at arm's length.

Selina's gaze drifted from his eyes to his lips before he spoke again. "I wanted to ask you some questions." Her smile dropped.

"Oh..." She exhaled, holding the 'h' as she did. He just wanted information.

"If we could go somewhere private, after the party..."

"This..." She interrupted him, looking around. "Isn't a party."

"What is then?"

"A party is dancing to actual music, not this fancy crap and it doesn't involve dressing up." She informed him.

"We're dancing now..."

"Aren't you tired of all this bullshit, I can take you to a real party, if you want." She offered, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a club, I go there all the time. It'll be fun."

She wanted to have some real fun, it wasn't like she was any rush to leave. She could hit plenty more places where she'd get more money in the next few months. Bruce narrowed his eyes as he considered the offer, his impulsiveness is what got him into trouble last time. On the other hand, he could get the information that he needs and spend some more time with Selina.

"Right now?" He asked.

"Sure." She said, placing the hand she had snaked around the back of his neck, on his chest, stopping their movement. His gaze seemed to be piercing into Selina's soul as he looked down into her eyes.

"Alright." He said quietly looking down into her eyes. He'd managed to take her by surprise for the second time that night. She hadn't expected him to be so receptive to the idea of going to the narrows, she knew that most rich people avoided it like it was the scourge of the earth.

"Let's go outside." She told him, before leading him through the crowd, holding his hand.

"I have a car around the corner." Bruce told Selina as she pulled him away from city hall.

"Just trust me." She insisted as a response from Alfred came through via text.

'Be safe Master B.' He couldn't, not tell Alfred, even if Selina made fun of him for it.

They had walked three blocks before they found what she was looking for, a fire escape. Selina leaned down and unstrapped her heels before handing them to Bruce who raised an eyebrow in confusion. She jumped, using the wall as leverage to grab onto the ladder and pull it down with her body weight.

"Come on." She told Bruce who stared in awe. "Need to swing past my apartment and change." She gestured to her dress as she spoke and Bruce found his eyes wandering, scanning her supple frame involuntarily as she stood before him.

"Bruce." She said, snapping him out of his trance.

Bruce felt his cheeks grow warm as he realised he had been caught. "Why do we need the fire escape?" He asked, changing the subject in the hope that she wouldn't mention the fact that he had been gawping at her. He wasn't as used to female companionship as he would like to admit. Those that were his age didn't generally enjoy going out to the social occasions that he was accustom to attending.

"You'll understand when we get there." She didn't feel explaining why she barricaded her front door.

"Now," She said narrowing her eyes with a mischievous half-smile. "You first, pervert."

Bruce felt his cheeks flush again. He averted her gaze and climbed without further questions. She was enjoying his embarrassment.

"Maybe it's my turn to check you out." Selina said as she followed him up the ladder.

Upon reaching the rooftop, the air was still thick and Bruce stood awkwardly as Selina told him to leave her shoes, she'd come back for them soon, if she remembered. "When you jump, you've got to get a good run up and then you have to push off of the lip or edge." She told Bruce.

"Jump?" His eyes widened. "Where?"

"Not far, gaps like this." She looked over the edge at the fifty or sixty-foot drop. "It'll be easier once you've tried it, I promise."

As she stared out into the night, enjoying the feeling of the gravel under her bare feet, Bruce stepped back, building himself up in his head. If he was going to do this, he'd need to do it now or he never would.

"Trick is to focus on the other side and not look down." Bruce had already started running before she had a chance to finish her 'breakdown'. "Bruce?" Selina turned to her right as she heard the gravel shifting under his shoes, to see him take off and felt her heart fall from her chest.

As the ground disappeared from below his feet, Bruce tucked his feet up to his chest like he'd been taught by a free runner in Europe, it was some of the only training that he had, had and not actually put into practice. He'd been taught how to jump, fall and land correctly, but there was no right way to fall from this height. The adjacent rooftop seemed to take minutes to appear when in actual fact, it was just a few seconds.

Bruce took a second, remaining crouched down as he felt adrenaline flood his system. Selina was still stood on the building that they reached the top of only a minute or so before, shocked at his bold and reckless act when her lips twisted into a smile that didn't quite reach her green eyes as she attempted to fight it. She didn't want him to turn around and see her but if this wasn't going to scare him off, she guessed, nothing would.