“I recognise you from the papers,” Selina chuckled with a knowing smile, a dainty finger tracing the rim of her wine glass. “Did the Bat’s irresistible charms get to you too?” She smirked, raising her glass in an almost salute of congrats.

It was only the other week when Bruce broke up with you. You. The person he trusted with his secret identity, the person he had vowed to always love and protect. What a load of nonsense that was. For no particular reason, Bruce decided to break things off with you. And the media was all over it.

“He ain’t as much of a man as he makes himself out to be, is he?” The woman let out a light chuckle as she gracefully lifted herself from her seat, wine glass held elegantly between her fingers, and glided over to claim the barstool next to yours. “Selina Kyle.” She held out a hand, her long nails on show.