His name flowed well from her tongue, it warmed him to the core. She was so easy to talk to, easy to get along with, he could scarcely believe she was the evil creature he had been fighting. How could it be that someone so wonderful would commit all those atrocities? She seemed to have a level and clear head, certainly there were better avenues of approach. This being chief among them, he was trying to do the right thing, even in light of recent events. Everything she said gave off the vibe though that she may not be satisfied with just little projects, that her capacity for patience was extremely limited. Her palm in his chest was nice, the soft but firm touch as she braced herself was amazing.<br/><br/>He was wrapped up with her, enjoying the moment, the mood, he knew he would not get her to bed that evening. That was all sorts of cause for danger and a great risk, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the moment, and he most certainly was, that is until a hand tapped him on the shoulder. The stench of cheap cigars filled his nostrils, that and a lot of whiskey. He knew almost at once that this was the person who had likely gotten her into the event. "Excuse me, I believe that is my date." He said with a slur after releasing a puff of smoke from his cigar.<br/><br/>Bruce waved the smoke out of the air, a cough expelled from his lungs as he held tightly onto Pamela. "I am sure she<i>was</i>your date when you first arrived, but the lady has since found more pleasant and less drunk company. Now since this is my event I am going to ask you to move along." His words were sharp and clear, Bruce did not give much of a hint that he would relent, unfortunately Ivy's pheromones had done their job very well. The man's slimy and greasy hand grabbed Bruce's arm firmly, a sour look on his face. "I don't care if you are the President, she came with me, now she is goin' to dance with me, got it, pal?" It was not much of a question, more of a command. Bruce wished with all of his might he could hit the man, use his talents to knock the man into next week, but that would expose him a risk he simply could not afford to take.<br/><br/>"Fine, she can go with you," Bruce turned his head toward Pamela, "if this man gives you any trouble let myself or my staff know. It was a pleasure meeting you." With that he let her go, and just in case she had aspirations about being a firm independent woman who was going to try and stay with him, Bruce walked off, through the crowd to go clear his head. He hated it, didn't want to, but it was a necessary move. He simply could not make a scene at a fund raising event, and most of all anything that would potentially give away his secret identity as Batman was a bad move in and of itself.