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[Its not that the idea of his world expanding bothers her - he could use some expanding, always could.

It’s the idea that it might be expanding without her that gets under her skin.]

please. I wouldn’t have any trouble getting in even if you banned me

But isn't it nicer to know you're openly invited, rather than having to sneak in?

It's definitely not as exciting.

[It's easier. She just doesn't want to admit it. Either way, she'll show up later - whether her name stays on that list or not.]

There are plenty more ways to make an evening exciting.

careful rich boy, you're gonna have to put your money where your mouth is

That's not going to be a problem.

[After all, he is Bruce Wayne.]

[She sends him an eye roll emoji, followed closely by a barfing emoji. The language of their generation.

Later, though, she keeps to her word and stops by. 'Later' means way, way later, because like hell she's going to let him think she's been waiting for this all day. She even walks right through the front door, though her sense of principle is telling her to find another way.

Just inside, wearing a new dress courtesy of Babs' ridiculous collection, she scans the crowd for him.]

[Just as Bruce promised, the bouncer at the main entrance hardly batted an eyelash at her presence. Neither surprised by her name, nor the time she arrived. For whatever reasons those might be. If nothing else, it did mean Bruce kept his word about making sure she would be invited in.]

[Later would see the young billionaire already deep into his partying. Sitting at a far corner table, surrounded by several faces. Most of them unfamiliar, and names he could just barely remember through his tipsy haze. He was holding up a glass of...something...and lightly clicking glasses with a girl around his age beside him before they both held their respective drinks up to their lips.]

[Almost immediately, the group around them began chanting the word 'chug!' over and over again. Gulping faster and faster, it was Bruce who slammed his glass on the table first, beating his companion by less than a second, to the thunderous cheers and applause of those around him.]

[He was smiling, sure, and seemed to revel in all the attention...but the smile never quite reached his ears. And his eyes, even behind the glassiness, looked empty.]

[The club wasn't bad - she's been to, worked at, worse, that's for sure. It's not like she expected otherwise, though: billionaire Bruce Wayne isn't going to show off to his rich friends by buying a piece of crap.

Her eye sight has always been good in the dark, and though the flashing lights don't help, she spots him easily enough, just before the egging on starts. She watches, feeling her agitation spiking with every swallow he takes. It's not like she has anything against drinking, far from it. But wasn't he just bitching about his hangover? And who the hell are all these people fawning over him - he was never attention hungry, not like this.

She's considering just bailing before he spots her, but even from here, even in the dim light, she can tell. His smile's off.

Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Selina sighs to herself, and strides over to his table.]

Hey.

[His friends get a cursory glance, a habit: she's picking out potential wallets to steal by the end of the night. That's all they get. The girl next to Bruce is doubly ignored.]

You got one for me?

[The emptiness in his eyes lingered, but with a notable brightness at her sudden appearance. As if he'd nearly given up hope that she would come like she said, but clung to that last little bit and was finally rewarded.]

More than one. If you want.

[The girl on the other side of him was very blatantly eyeing Selina up and down, curious as to this newcomer and how she could immediately capture Bruce Wayne's attention so brazenly. For his part, Bruce either didn't notice--which would have been even more telling regarding his current state of mind and being--or didn't care. He snapped his fingers at the nearest server, a young woman who seemed indifferent to the cast of characters around her.]

Another round. Plus whatever my good friend, Selina, here, wants. On the house!

[Selina's eyes narrow when he snaps at the waitress - like she's a fucking dog, seriously? - and gives the woman a quick glance. It's not apologetic - she barely apologizes for herself, she's not about to do it for anyone else - but it is understanding. Rich brats, right? Because Selina can wear the clothes, the make up, but she knows she doesn't belong here.

That doesn't stop her from asking for whatever their most expensive whiskey is, on the rocks. She's got catching up to do, clearly - and she's hoping that he hasn't been partying so much that he can drink her under the table.]

Think you can stay upright enough to dance?

[He wants to act like a normal kid, fine - she can play along until she decides if he's a lost cause or not.

God, she hopes she can knock some sense into him: so far, she's not a fan.]

I think I can manage.

[He moved to stand, and immediately...there might have been a slight stumble, but he caught himself well enough that it was barely notable. The others around them did start to move to make way as he inched away from the table and towards the dance floor, looking back just long enough to see if Selina was following him.]

After you.

[A fairly moderate gesture of the hand indicated for her to take the lead.]

[If she feels awkward, followed by a pack of his “friends,” dancing with him for - Jesus, she’s not going to think about any of that - she hides it well, and grabs his hand when he looks back at her. She does take the lead, straight into the crowd of people bobbing and weaving to the beat. There’s no getting him alone, here, but she’s already decided she doesn’t like the crowd he’s running with.

Dancing is easy enough, here: it’s just a lot of swaying and jumping. She leans in to shout into his ear, to be heard above the music.]

Think I was going to stand you up?

[There was an initial shift in the crowd as they entered the dance floor. But all too soon did they blend in as focus returned to the music. This meant very few would notice when Bruce placed his hand lightly on Selina's upper arm as she leaned in. Mostly for balance as he turned his head to hear what she had to say.]

I did consider the possibility. [He admitted before smiling confidently. Perhaps a little smugly.] But I knew you wouldn't!

Oh you knew, huh?

[It's a strange balancing act: she likes his confidence, but has always been freaked out by the way he sees her better than most. And this, all this - she doesn't know how to factor that into him yet.]

Next time, maybe I won't come. [To prove a point. She likes to be unpredictable, even to him.]

You will.

[This time, it was less knowing her and more of a boast. Or maybe a challenge. And to prove his point, before she could say anything, he reached for her hand to spin her around. His movements a little wobbly but coordinated and fluid. ]

[He's himself and so very not, and it's really messing with her head. But then he's spinning her around, and Selina finds a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. The skirt of her dress flares a little around her legs, and when she comes back she puts her hand on his arm. It's not for her own benefit: she saw that wobble, even if he handled it.]

Is this what you been doing every night?

[Alcohol: the solution to--and cause of--so many life problems. In this instance, it was causing Bruce to act very much like himself...but a far more uncensored version. Less restraint. More sass.]

[He beamed at her touch, and this time, it wasn't a gloat. Only pleasure that she seemed to be going along with his plans to cut loose and try to bury away everything outside the club with partying, dancing, and maybe more drinking once they got back to the table.]

Not every night.

Although I think this night is my favorite one yet.

Should have invited me out sooner, then.

[As if she'd have come out sooner - it's never easy to tell, with her. Selina comes when she wants to, and not a minute before. Using her hand on his arm, she takes the opportunity to spin him around: she's not tall enough, but that doesn't stop her, just forces him to duck under her arm.]

Gotta give to you, B - place isn't half bad.

[He's like Bruce amplified one minute, and then just a shroud that looks like him the next. That's the part that keeps her tense - not because she's worried about him, she doesn't operate like that, not with him - but because the last time she was with someone else who looked like him, she almost died.

But this is him. Just a little more fucked up than the last time she saw him.]

Didn't have the chance before now.

[Which wasn't meant to imply anything beyond the surface. Because it was true. They had gone their separate ways for a time. And now they were back together again. If only for the next few hours.]

[Story of their lives, really.]

I've grown rather fond of it. It's certainly preferable to the Manor.

Could have made the chance.

[And so too could she, but Selina's hardly one to take the blame in any given situation.]

If this place makes weird noises at night, you'd never hear it.

[The song ends and the music shifts; Selina wrinkles her nose, and pushes him - not hard, she's only to make him leave the dance floor - back toward his table.]

I hate this song.

[Could have given me a chance to...would have been his argument, except suddenly he was being pulled off the dance floor. Which was fine with him, if a bit sudden. Disorienting. For all of two seconds before they were away from the thickest of the crowd.]

[Even the gathering around his table had notably thinned, leaving only a few select individuals sitting around. Doing shots, it seemed.]

I could just ask the DJ to change it, you know.

You don't need to be the most powerful person in the room all the time, B.

[She skims the few left at his table, wishing they were all gone, but it doesn't stop her from grabbing the her whiskey and having a sip. It's terrible: she's much more used to the cheap stuff that's all but guaranteed to give you a hangover.]

So is this what you're gonna do, now? Build a clubbing empire?

[He actually pouted at that. A little.]

It's not about power. It's about getting you what you want.

[...and for some reason, he saw no direct parallel between the two.]

[He saw down next to her, half plopping into the cushioned seat, and found a shotglass shoved into his hand. Without questioning where it came from, he held it up in the air before downing it in a single shot. Growing accustomed to the taste, and barely reacting to the sting as it poured down his throat.]

Nah. This one suits me just fine.

[Wow. Selina just arches her eyebrows at him, because if he can't make the connection right now, she's not even going to try.

Watching him down the shot and eyeing the boy who passed it to him - how many times have people tried to kill him in this town, and he just accepts whatever's handed to him - Selina turns her glass in her hand.

She could get wasted with him. Let some of her guard down, party a little. She could try hanging him off a roof to sober him up, but she has a feeling he'd be a little too heavy for her, these days.

Neither of those options will change how fucked up he is. So she shakes herself - wake up, Cat - and downs the rest of her whiskey. He's not her responsibility, she's not his caretaker, and if Alfred can't handle the kid, then that's not her problem either.

He's right about one thing: getting drunk usually keeps you from focusing on how sad something, or someone makes you.]

Right now, I want one of those shots.

[And she leans forward, snatching a glass from a girl's hand before she can drink it. They 'Hey!' is answered with a smirk, and she knocks the shot back. She can put the facade on, but this is going to suck come morning.]

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