Bruce pondered all that Pamela said to him. It was wonderful that she was willing to accept his proposition to meet, and he was happy that this Charlie she was with was not a part of her plans for the future. Bruce was certainly smitten by Pamela, not enough to blind him from his overall purpose, but he was hoping that at some point he might be able to turn her over to his side. Show her that they were indeed on the same side, that they wanted a better, brighter, and more healthy future for all. She just needed to see that her methods were a bit too extreme, and that was where she needed to change her ways. Considering that he felt he had the advantage of knowing her from both of his persona's and her not knowing that Bruce and Batman were one in the same person.<br/><br/>"How about the night after tomorrow, say about eight thirty at night, we will meet at the north entrance to the park and we can walk together, and get a better feel what each of us is looking to change." It was the perfect time, it would give him a chance to get back to the batcave and change before heading back to spring his trap. It would provide him the opportunity to surprise her, and he felt that he would have his latest antidote ready to make him even more immune to her charms. Up to this point he felt that her toxins and airborne pheromones were here greatest weapon against him, sure the vines were a royal pain as well, but he would be more aware of them if his mind was left to be clear. Besides in the park she wouldn't have her own plants at her disposal and he didn't know whether or not the plants currently in the park would actually bend to her will, he hoped not as he needed to get a leg up for once.<br/><br/>He watched her go, her hips swayed hypnotically as she departed, and Bruce knew he had not seen the last of her. In the back of his mind he knew that she would be a thorn in his side for quite some time to come. He felt she would not go quietly into the night, that she wouldn't see reason, but those thoughts were far in the back. He knew he had to try, he always did, if he gave up on the inner good people had then he was no better than the villains who were trying to ruin the Gotham. He rejoined the party, donations continued to pour in, but without Pamela by his side the rest of the night was a rather boring one. He went through the motions, schmoozed those who needed it, and eventually the last guests left and he was all alone except for his staff and Alfred.<br/><br/>Bruce headed down to the batcave where he had been working, and immediately went back to work. He needed to perfect it, and he knew he was close. He also had more of the poison that he was putting into gas pellets to keep her plants at bay, though the issue with using them in pellets instead of coating his suit with them is that he would have to actually reach them in a fight, but it would give him more to use against her plants and even quite possibly her if need be. Bruce labored long into the night before he called it an evening. He was happy with his progress though, and felt ready to test his injection when they came face to face in two nights.