"Alfred, things are going to get a little crazy. Be on the look out for any suspicious activity or people freaking out. The plants that were brought in, are some of the same I encountered the other night." Bruce spoke quietly and hurriedly, he knew time was of the essence, and he did not need prying ears to overhear any part of that conversation. They were thankfully away from most of the guests since Alfred had gone to retrieve more champagne for the party. Bruce worked hard to calm his heart rate down, for the most part the crisis appeared to be diverted. He had thought of plenty of excuses to tell Pamela if the need should arise. He knew she would be pissed off, and it was only a matter of time before she found him.<br/><br/>Alfred spoke as he nodded. "I understand sir, I heard quite a commotion, so I am sure you set things in motion to take care of the problem." Bruce nodded in affirmation, that much was true, he had set things in motion, he only hoped he had not been too late. If he pissed Poison Ivy off enough he didn't know what she might do, and in the sanctum of Wayne Manor her vines could very well begin to rip at the secrets that he had guarded for so long. To lose everything would be a shame, at least the prospect of losing it was not good. Still she was a normal-ish person after all, surely she was rational to some extent. Laws needed to be followed, and she was not the lead project manager, she was not even on the committee so far as he knew.<br/><br/>It was in this moment that Pamela had appeared at the end of the hallway Bruce had stopped Alfred at. He saw her reflection in one of the champagne bottles and turned around. Bruce showed a look of worry and concern as he saw the hate and ire on her face. "Good luck Master Bruce." Came Alfred's voice, nearly in a chuckle at the hole Bruce now found himself in. Of course Alfred understood the severity of the situation, but he was a great actor when the situation called for it, and this was one of those moments. Bruce took a deep breath in, and slowly let it out. He was going to need all the help and luck he could get to get out of this situation with his secret identity still intact.<br/><br/>"Pamela..." he greeted, hoping to kill some of the tension that was clearly there. It was so clear he could cut it with a butter knife, but right now he was going to have to play stupid. If he feigned in anyway that he knew she had a hand in this he was done for, exposed, and the he would have no where to run, no where to hide from the poisonous vixen. "You look upset, is something the matter?"