A toast.

"To Bruce for the wonderful gala that raised double the fundraising goal," Silver smiled, raising her wine glass.

"I couldn't do without your help, Silver," Bruce replied with genuine modesty.

Selina felt insecure, not because she wasn't a billionaire like Silver -- despite being a cat burglar she wasn't very materialistic -- but rather she sensed that Bruce had a deep connection with Silver that showed he wasn't a womanizing playboy.

"Cheers," Selina raised her glass. The three of them tapped their glasses before she took a sip. "You don't drink, Bruce?"

"I like to keep in shape for the ladies so I don't drink **** and watch my carbs," he answered.

"You do seem to work out," Selina purred, taking another sip of wine before caressing his broad chest.

"I can assure you that Bruce is a fine specimen of a man," Silver giggled. Bruce wondered how much wine the women drank at the gala.

"I would like to see that for myself," Selina laughed, finishing her glass of wine. Silver poured them both some more.

"Ladies, it's getting late," Bruce muttered when he spotted the look of lust on the women's faces. Earlier the two women had a cold air between them but the **** somehow warmed them enough to come to an unspoken agreement to their mutual attraction to Bruce.

"The night's young," Selina giggled as she started to unbutton his tuxedo. Silver helped by untying his bowtie.

Bruce could fight a dozen goons at once but he was helpless against two of the women he loved the most -- one from each of his personas.