A/N: Hello everyone! I've decided to keep all of the romance/fluff one-shots of Bruce and Cat here. This is because I myself am always busy and never really have enough time to dedicate myself an on-going series (AKA Soulmate). Plus it's a bonus for me because I can keep all of my BruceXCat stuff in one place instead of multiple stories. Thanks for understanding! -K

We do not own any characters, all credit goes to the writers of Gotham.

It's just a ball, I say to myself once more, it's just a stupid, preppy, rich filth dance. No need to be worried or anything. You're only going for the key, that's the goal. Stay strong Cat, st-

"Cat stay still! The eyeshadow won't look right if you keep scrunching your face like that," Barbra grabs my face with her free hand and holds it in place, swishing the tiny brush across my eyelids. "I'll make sure you look absolutely perfect for the ball. I've gone more times than I can count so I know how to make an uproar."

Barbra can't tell that I'm extremely uncomfortable with all of this makeup; why do I need to wear it anyways? It's just sticky powder that makes your skin break out, it's usless.

But it also makes you look pretty.

Oh God what am I even thinking? Barb's preppy rich attitude is affecting me, ugh gross. And when the hell is she going to finish this stupid makeup? It seems like it's taking eternity.

"Almost done," The sound of the door bell draws her hand inches closer to my eye, she looks at me and smiles, "I'll go see who it is, stay here."

"Like hell I am," I say as I duck out from under her and waddle -literally waddle the dress is huge and puffy- to the door. I open the door and it's him.

The kid is wearing a tux, and his hair is combed neatly to the side. He actually looks pretty good -wait did I just think that?-

"H-Hey Selina.. You look very pretty.." He's just standing there all awkward. Tottally not having that fluttery feeling in my heart from his compliment, I don't care how pretty he thinks I look.

"Selina get back here! You aren't ready!" Barbra grabs me by my arm and tugs me behind her, she waves to Bruce, "Hey there lucky fellow, just a few more minutes and your princess will be ready for the ball."

His face went red, my heart fluttered, but I kept my cool, I always do. I love to see him squirm. And with that, it's back to being a statue while having paint plastered onto my face. Yippee.

The ball is every bit as rich and tacky as I imagined. There's a big chandelier which casts a ghastly bronze haze over the entire room. Bruce is leading me onto the dance floor, with the old man watching form the wings.

We start dancing, but here's the thing -

"I have no idea how to dance."

- and I just said that out loud.. Oh my God I'm such a loser.

The kid looks at me with a confused and pitiful look, and God I hate that look. But then he does something I didn't expect and it sent flutters in my stomach and my heart beating.

"Just watch me, let me lead, and you'll pick it up in no time." He says it with a smile, a pure, innocent smile. Now I'm not one to blush but at that moment I had to immediatly look down and focus on his feet, or he'd see my face flush pink.

"R-Right, just watch you." I mumble to no one but the tacky floor between our feet.

I had completely forgotten about the whole key stealing thing. It wasn't until we had stopped dancing that I realized that we were actually here to do something. And that I wasn't his actual date or anything, it's not like I wanted to be or anything. Shut up, brain! Right. The mission.

"That's him, let's make our move," Bruce whispered hurriedly. We danced our way to the side and quickly ran after - or waddled, in my case - him.

The key was super easy to get, almost too easy. I wasn't complaining though, I'd had enough of the tacky Cinderella scene and was ready to leave. So I did.

"Bye kid," I whispered in his ear as I put the key in his suit pocket.

"Selina! S-Selina wait!" Bruce was trying not shout at me, but ultimately failing.

I continued walking, pretending not to notice the gaping Bruce Wayne behind me as I sauntered out of the too extravagant villa, but of course I noticed - I always do.