He saw her from across the room, easily picking her out of the crowd. Even from this distance, he could tell she was the centre of attention, and enjoying it immensely. He would have noticed it earlier, but he had been pulled onto the patio by one of the white-haired women, and had spent the last half hour pretending to be engrossed in the vapid ramblings of her niece. The girl had certainly known a lot about cats. But when he re-entered the main room, his attention and been immediately drawn to the strange woman.
It was her hair, he decided, her gorgeous black hair. Not to mention the way that dress hugged the curves of her fantastic body. The way he was focusing on her curves caused him to pause for a moment. He wasn't immune to the charms of a woman, by any means, but he couldn't remember the last time he had been so infatuated with those of a single person. It was shocking, and a little alarming. He tried to remind himself that it was not a good idea to get involved with anyone, but every few moments he found his eyes returning to her hair, her bare shoulders, her hips, her legs beneath the swirling skirt. He was finding it extremely difficult to ignore her.
Especially since she was now looking back at him. He supposed he should have expected this, he'd been trying not to stare without some success for more than a few minutes. He really should know better. However even the knowledge that she was now watching him could not avert his eyes for long, in fact it seemed to make it harder.
Realising he couldn't save face without introducing himself, he began to move across the crowded floor. He was disappointed to find that she wasn't going to make it easy, she remained with the group, waiting for him to come to her. While he found this frustrating- he was used to women coming to him- he also found it strangely alluring. She exuded a kind of confidence he rarely sensed in people, especially not in high society women.
Having made his way to the group, he waited for a break in the conversation. Fortunately he didn't have to wait long, it seemed he hadn't lost his touch with the rest of the women in Gotham. The stared at him expectantly, and not without some adoration. However she only looked at him with barely obvious interest, obviously waiting for him to make the first move.
"I'm Bruce Wayne," he said. The look in her eyes changed subtly, from interest to curiosity. He realised his self-introduction must have sounded fairly hollow, and struggled to regain his composure. However, her eyes were the most piercing blue, and he was having some difficulty concentrating.
"I mean, I was watching you from across the room, that is I noticed you, and..." he struggled, trying to come up with a credible reason for crossing the room to speak to a stranger. Even the adoring women, looked slightly confused; they were not used to seeing Bruce Wayne, the Bruce Wayne, in a state of unease.
Suddenly it hit him, he had come over because she was a stranger. "I didn't recognise you're face among all these familiar ones, and thought I should introduce myself," he finally managed to get out.
She smiled then, or what he supposed was a smile for her. It was not the normal full toothed smile of a young society girl, but it was very beautiful. The lips curled up at the edges, and her eyes lit up and danced. He thought his heart might melt at the sight of it, and he returned a slightly embarrassed smile, glad that he had finally managed a complete sentence.
"I'm Adria Notte. And very pleased to make you're acquaintance, Mr. Wayne," she returned, still smiling that sweet and mysterious smile.
Seeing that things were well once again, the rest of the group smiled and chuckled, returning to their conversation. The two of them gradually drifted away, and Bruce invited her to have some champagne with him on the patio. She agreed readily enough, and they moved away together.
It was her hair, he decided, her gorgeous black hair. Not to mention the way that dress hugged the curves of her fantastic body. The way he was focusing on her curves caused him to pause for a moment. He wasn't immune to the charms of a woman, by any means, but he couldn't remember the last time he had been so infatuated with those of a single person. It was shocking, and a little alarming. He tried to remind himself that it was not a good idea to get involved with anyone, but every few moments he found his eyes returning to her hair, her bare shoulders, her hips, her legs beneath the swirling skirt. He was finding it extremely difficult to ignore her.
Especially since she was now looking back at him. He supposed he should have expected this, he'd been trying not to stare without some success for more than a few minutes. He really should know better. However even the knowledge that she was now watching him could not avert his eyes for long, in fact it seemed to make it harder.
Realising he couldn't save face without introducing himself, he began to move across the crowded floor. He was disappointed to find that she wasn't going to make it easy, she remained with the group, waiting for him to come to her. While he found this frustrating- he was used to women coming to him- he also found it strangely alluring. She exuded a kind of confidence he rarely sensed in people, especially not in high society women.
Having made his way to the group, he waited for a break in the conversation. Fortunately he didn't have to wait long, it seemed he hadn't lost his touch with the rest of the women in Gotham. The stared at him expectantly, and not without some adoration. However she only looked at him with barely obvious interest, obviously waiting for him to make the first move.
"I'm Bruce Wayne," he said. The look in her eyes changed subtly, from interest to curiosity. He realised his self-introduction must have sounded fairly hollow, and struggled to regain his composure. However, her eyes were the most piercing blue, and he was having some difficulty concentrating.
"I mean, I was watching you from across the room, that is I noticed you, and..." he struggled, trying to come up with a credible reason for crossing the room to speak to a stranger. Even the adoring women, looked slightly confused; they were not used to seeing Bruce Wayne, the Bruce Wayne, in a state of unease.
Suddenly it hit him, he had come over because she was a stranger. "I didn't recognise you're face among all these familiar ones, and thought I should introduce myself," he finally managed to get out.
She smiled then, or what he supposed was a smile for her. It was not the normal full toothed smile of a young society girl, but it was very beautiful. The lips curled up at the edges, and her eyes lit up and danced. He thought his heart might melt at the sight of it, and he returned a slightly embarrassed smile, glad that he had finally managed a complete sentence.
"I'm Adria Notte. And very pleased to make you're acquaintance, Mr. Wayne," she returned, still smiling that sweet and mysterious smile.
Seeing that things were well once again, the rest of the group smiled and chuckled, returning to their conversation. The two of them gradually drifted away, and Bruce invited her to have some champagne with him on the patio. She agreed readily enough, and they moved away together.