Ivy let him speak while he directed her, and said nothing until they came to a pause at a threshold that once opened spilled back into the ongoing but rather hushed event.  Her sights drifted towards the mingling bodies, the momentary glance searching for the man Bruce then remarked on, but she did not linger there. "You'll have to forgive Charlie," she began, "He's not of his right mind this evening." Sighing Pamela turned her attention back to the handsome stranger with his hand about her hip and offered a  solemn smile. "But you are probably right, though I should let him wallow in the prospect of losing his bid, it is probably best if I keep him from making an even bigger fool of himself this evening."  Charlie had been useful, was useful, but in the given moment his existence was a thorn in her side and his usefulness was questionable.<br/><br/>"Of course it is," Ivy bowed her head in mock humility then, suggesting she understood Gotham Park was a collective undertaking.  "Like I said before, I only wish to be of service when and where I can, but would love to hear your thoughts.  Any advice you may have would certainly be a welcome help, Mr. Wayne."  She smiled up at him hopefully.  Even if the evening hadn't gone as planned, Ivy was sure in the fact that it had not been a lost cause after all.  Bruce Wayne was a delectable shoe in, and she had at least some of his attention for him to agree to entertaining her muses in a setting that was none too terrible either.  The Park was fitting and the display wasn't something she could argue with since Pamela could have his ear and his arm, for a few hours anyway, and that seemed a greater, though unexpected, win of the night.<br/><br/>"I am sure my schedule isn't quite as demanding as yours, so should you tell me a time you will be free, I will happily accommodate you," she offered, wanting to solidify the prospective affair while she still had him.  The gears in her pretty red head were churning; the possibilities of what she could accomplish with Mr. Enterprises himself were too many for Ivy to name, far more than what Charlie had to offer, which made his necessity begin to dwindle substantially.  She wouldn't cut the braggart man off just yet though, Poison Ivy needed a back up plan, and it was always best to have more than one ticket in the raffle.<br/><br/>"I apologize again for the dreadful overlooking," her hand lifted once more to graze the bicep of the arm wrapped lightly around her as she pulled her slender frame away from Bruce.  "And thank you hosting such a charitable event, Mr. Wayne, this city is lucky to have you."  Her trailing hand slid further until drifting away as it reached his wrist, and with one last smoldering smile and soft twinkle in her vivid eyes, Pamela turned away and directed herself back into the party; her sweet smile turning into a sly smirk of satisfaction as the crowd filled the space between her and Bruce.