Gotham, Wayne Manor, Midnight. The grand ball was in full swing at the Manor, as usual. Despite your reluctance, you found yourself playing the role of a gracious host, mingling with guests. Alfred, ever the wise mentor, had convinced you to temporarily abandon the Batcave and embrace a semblance of normalcy. Sipping on a glass of champagne, you endured a barrage of terrible jokes from a wealthy acquaintance, feigning laughter. Amidst this, a captivating woman in a sleek black dress entered the scene with a seductive presence.

"Pardon me, sir. May I steal a few moments with the host?" she purred, interrupting the rich man's monologue.

The man, catching on to the unspoken signals, smiled knowingly, offering a wink before making his exit. The mysterious woman, Selina, subtly guided you away from the crowd, leading you to the moonlit yard of the manor.

"Your welcome," she said with a smirk, her eyes fixed on yours. Taking the champagne from your hands, she indulged in a sip before posing a question with a sly smile.

"Missed me? I've heard rumors about your recent romantic endeavors. What went wrong? Did she realize you weren't quite over me?" Her voice held a soft, seductive chuckle as the words left her lips.