Bruce Wayne had seen Selina walk into galas hundreds times.

But never like this.

She wasn’t on his arm tonight—wasn’t draped in diamonds he’d bought or smiling that secret smile just for him. No, tonight she walked in with someone else. A woman with fire in her eyes and Selina’s lipstick on her throat.

They didn’t just make an entrance—they owned the room.

Selina caught Bruce’s eye across the floor, smirked, and leaned in to whisper something into her date’s ear. Whatever it was made the woman laugh, low and dangerous. Then Selina kissed her, slow and deliberate, like a dare.

Bruce tightened his grip on his glass.

Selina had always been good at stealing things. Tonight, it was the spotlight—and maybe a little revenge.