Silver St. Cloud.

"Oh God," Bruce mumbled when he saw the statuesque woman standing at the doorway in a little black dress that contrasted her long silvery blonde hair. She looked around the room until a security guard pointed towards his table.

"Is that Silver St Cloud?" Selina asked as the woman approached.

"Yes," Bruce mumbled as he stood up to greet his new guest and waved at a waiter to get another chair.

"Bruce!" Silver walked around the table past Selina.

"Silver!" Bruce smiled, extending his arms to hug her. "What are you doing here? I thought you're in Paris?"

She tippy-toed up to kiss him. "I'm the party planner for this gala, silly."

"Please pardon my ignorance. I just sign the checks and show up for these things," he laughed.

"How's your shoulder from the polo game?"

Bruce paused for a moment to think about his shoulder injured during the fight with Killer Croc. "It's much better now. Thank you for asking."

"I worry a lot about you, Bruce." She looked at him deeply with concern.

"Ahem," Selina coughed to remind Bruce she still existed.

"My apologies. Silver, this is Selina Kyle. Selina, this is Silver..."

"... St. Cloud, heiress," Selina interrupted before the two women exchanged light kisses on their cheeks. "All of Gotham knows about you."

Waiters arrived with a chair and settings. Bruce held the chair for Silver to have her sit next to him, with Selina at his other side.

"Are you a model or an actress, Selina?" Silver asked curiously.

For a moment Selina wondered if Silver was mocking her but she remembered that Bruce usually dated publicity seeking starlets. "Neither. I'm an art collector."

Bruce played his best poker face at her very loose definition of her profession, not wanting to give away any facial clues to Selina that he knew what she really did.

"Ah, I would love to see your collection sometime," Silver replied politely.

"As I would yours," Selina smirked.

Before things got more uncomfortable for Bruce, waiters with bottles of wine and ice buckets. They showed the bottles to Bruce, who nodded with approval, before pouring the wine.

Silver stood up and raised her glass. Her beauty silenced the entire ballroom. "To Mr. Bruce Wayne and the Wayne Foundation for helping build a much needed battered women shelter," Silver toasted.

Everyone cheered.

"Speech!" Selina suggested to much applause.

Bruce wished he was in his Batman armor beating up thugs in a back alley instead of being **** to speak in front of hundreds of rich people.