Dancing with the various women that worked for the Joker was a multi-faceted experience. There was the idea that these were the same women he had fought at the end of the Joker's first big set-up of Batman. He remembered that night well as he fought wave after wave of her cronies only to be bested by this group and barely escape in the end. To know that they were here made him antsy for some revenge and he also feared the outcome though he was not nearly as tired from previous battles this time around as he had been in their first meeting. Another dynamic to this was the fact that they were all extremely beautiful women and elegant dancers who had the grace of a beautiful butterfly. This caused some reactions in Batman's body that he had not anticipated going through when the evening began. Of course as he was realizing nothing with the Joker was going to go exactly how he anticipated and that was something he was starting to prepare for. Batman still had high hopes that he was going to come out on top this night, though he knew in the back of his mind that she held the upper hand. As the women kept telling him little things he more and more understood the various problems that would arise this evening if he was not at least somewhat cooperative. It was no longer just his life in peril and danger, but the vast majority of Gotham's elite as well.<br/><br/>When the Mayor announced that it was time for dinner to begin Batman kept a keen eye out for the Joker, and sure enough there she was coming toward him. He saw her motion to the table for two, the only one of it's kind in the whole place, clearly a set-up of epic proportions, but what else was he going to do at this point. To decline would be catastrophic for all involved except for the Joker's women. He walked with her to the table, her demand crystal clear and for now he did nothing to show defiance but his alert status was high as he prepared for what he believed to be an inevitable attack.<br/><br/>Batman sat down at the table, pulling out the chair for the Joker like a true gentleman would. He may have been her enemy but this was a public appearance and he was not one to look bad in public especially the elite of Gotham. It didn't matter that he assumed they were all threatened in some way or invited and put in danger in other ways. He could tell that some were sluggish from the snacks and drinks they had eaten or drank, but overall people were still alive which was a benefit in his direction. "Now I may have agreed to come to this party, but don't expect me to trust you enough to eat the food." He kept his voice low, but still disguised enough to not allow anyone to recognize him as Bruce Wayne.