Talia al Ghul.

"As-salām 'alaykum, beloved," whispered a sultry olive-skin brunette stepping out from the shadows.

"Talia," Bruce hissed, pushing Selina behind him.

"Another conquest for the night?" the daughter of the head of the League of Assassins said while she circled around him like a cat stalking a prey. Bruce made sure that he continuously stood between the two women.

"Hey, I'm no one's conquest!" Selina screamed, staring coldly at Talia al Ghul. "Who is she, Bruce?"

"Trouble," he said in the deeper, hoarse voice of the Dark Knight.

"His wife," the master assassin corrected.

"Wife?!" Selina gasped, looking up at Bruce.

"Let her go, Talia." Bruce ignored Selina's grasp on his arm, her nails digging into his flesh.

"I'm sure that the infamous Catwoman can defend herself," Talia smirked. "But do not worry, I will not harm either of you."

"What do you want, Talia?" Bruce demanded, not trusting the Demon's daughter.

"An heir."