It was so easy for you to get everyone's attention in the room. Everyone looks at you when you walk through the door.

Everyone turns their necks to look at you, Bruce could easily tell that you can have everyone on their knees with just a gesture of your hand. Women call you a maneater, You make men work hard, you make them spend all their money, you make them want all your love.

You make them buy cars, you make them max out their credit cards, you make people really fall in love. Nobody knows what special thing you have to be able to do this, but the important thing is that you can do it.

"You'll wish you'd never met her." Some people whisper as you pass by. You have a grace that, if it weren't so seductive, everyone would believe you were just an innocent button.

Some women say you seduced their husbands, others curse you, anyway, what matters is that Bruce needs you. You're smart, rich and know things he needs to know. Some people say your information is expensive, but what other option does he have when that damn Jhonatan Crane is on the run after releasing fear toxin in a hospital?

They say you know everything that happens in the city. You always know where, when and why. At least that's what Alfred told him.

So, like a good friend, he sent you an expensive gift, along with the invitation to the party on the Maroni yacht. A little later, he found out that you were already invited.

"I see you accepted my gift" Bruce Wayne said approaching you, referring to the bracelet on your arm "Does that mean you're going to help me?"

He was aware of the looks on you, of the judgment present in the yacht's lounge.