A hand slipped to the small of her back and Ivy couldn't have stopped the way she tensed beneath the surprise; that changed however as its administrador came into her field of vision, his flirtatious remarks removing the edge his touch had momentarily created.  Here she relaxed, an elegant and almost sheepish grin tugging at the corner of her red lips as the unmistakable man of the hour winked down at her.  If it wasn't Mr. Enterprises himself, one of Gotham's most elegible bachelors.  She knew Bruce Wayne's face.  Everyone knew Bruce Wayne's face, but up close and personal, she realized his pictures hadn't given him quite enough credit.  Although, those hadn't been anything to shake a finger at either.<br/><br/>Truth be told, it would have been a lie to say Ivy hadn't been nervous about a run in with the Dark Knight under her decedent facade.  Given the event, he might have suspected her to show for the occasion, but even if that were the case, also considering the occasion, he likely would have avoided a boastful confrontation.  The hand at her back could have just as easily been his, ready to slap a pair of cuffs around her dainty wrists and haul her off to Arkham.  There was a part of her though that acknowledged, had it not been Bruce Wayne instead, she might have been slightly disappointed, albeit relieved.<br/><br/>"Of course, Master Bruce," Albert replied with a smile, turning to bow his head with respect to the stunning woman standing beside him.  "It has been a pleasure Ms. Isley," he stated, patting Poison Ivy's gloved hand which rested about his arm before freeing it in a gentlemanly manner.  "Quite the feisty one, Master Bruce.  I'd advise keeping a close eye on her."<br/><br/>"Your company has been delightful, Alfred, thank you."  Ivy returned his gracious bow, then smirked with feigned innocence to his closing remarks.  "I have no idea what you are talking about," she said, giving the older man a playful wink before her gemstone stare changed their focus.<br/><br/>"Mr. Wayne," she greeted, her sugary voice deceptive in its polite softness as she extended her hand in a friendly gesture.  Any mock timidity that showed on her expression would be outshined by the brazen way she held his gaze, and the mischievous glint that highlighted their vibrant color. The richness she found in the man's eyes felt familiar, dark and deep, as she studied him a moment, but Ivy mistook the familiarity as merely the allure of his handsome features, and much of her initial worry melted away.  "Quite the turn out this evening," she remarked, "We should all be thankful Gotham Park has your support, heaven knows half the people in this place are only here for the photo op."<br/><br/>Having been on her best behavior, Poison Ivy refrained from using her chemical charms.  Under the circumstances it didn't seem necessary as Pamela was just as charming without them in the right crowds, and regardless how she may have disapproved of much of the ongoing conversations, she took a certain solace knowing they were all here for one thing.  Many of the individuals didn't deserve the wealth they controlled, or at least that was Ivy's opinion, but Bruce Wayne had managed to gather and convince them to use their money in more meaningful ways.<br/><br/>The donations they were making weren't going to break the bank of any of them, but there were a lot of numbers flying around in the mists of all the flippant discussion, and the redheaded vixen would be paying close attention.  Maybe now, with the man of the hour as her escort, she had better chances of getting close enough to bank account numbers for her to play a game of big bank little bank without much hassle.  By this time tomorrow, she could drain the wells of the filthy rich and redistribute the funds that made them important; not because Ivy herself wished to possess their fortunes, but simply because she didn't want them to have it and she knew of better places it could be put to use should she be successful.  Perhaps now was the time she should stop playing nice.