Oswald Cobblepot cornered Bruce.

"Mr. Wayne, may I have a word with you?" introduced the short, chubby man, wearing a tuxedo, top hat, monocle, and white gloves. "Please let me introduce myself: Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot." He bowed slightly, taking off his top hat, revealing his balding head.

"The owner of the popular Iceberg Casino," Bruce interrupted. "I'm sorry but I don't gamble."

"But she does," Oswald noted, glaring at Selina. "And she owes my casino $100,000."

"Will you take a check?" Bruce asked, unfazed by the amount and reached into his inside jacket pocket for his checkbook. Selina stuck her tongue out at Oswald.

"No," Oswald muttered, shooting an evil eye at the brunette. "Cash only."

"I'm sorry Mr. Cobblepot but I don't carry that amount of cash on me."

"If you visit the Iceberg Casino tomorrow night I will waive Miss Kyle's debt. Your presence at my casino will generate more than $100,000 of publicity."

Bruce looked at Selina and she smiled innocently. "You owe me."

"It'll be my pleasure," she winked.

"Good! I will see you tomorrow night," Oswald shook Bruce's hand. "By the way, we do have a lounge and shows if you're not into gambling."