Her pheromones did most of the heavy lifting when it came to giving the intruder enough guts to cut in on Bruce Wayne, and the bubble burst.  Abruptly the serenade was over as Bruce relinquished her to her rightful escort and a chill brushed over her skin from the detachment.  Ivy managed it well, however, keeping it from visibly manifesting as she gave the gallant host a pleasantly apologetic smile.  "The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Way-Bruce," she returned as the other man curled an arm about her slender waist.<br/><br/>Bruce walked away and Poison Ivy was ushered in the opposite direction, but as her date led her, she could not resist the urge to cast her gaze over her shoulder after the handsome charmer she had just been in throes with.  She was grateful a scene hadn't ensued, as flattering as it would have been to her ego, this was neither the time nor the place for such displays, but the fact Bruce had released her with little argument coaxed a curious expression to her face as she watched him disappear into the crowd.<br/><br/>"Come on now, Pamela," the man's husky voice whispered closely to her ear before taking another savored puff from his cigar.  "They will be showing the presentation of our plans soon anyway, and you should be at my side."<br/><br/>"Of course, darling," she replied, returning her focus to the gent beside her while fighting against the sneer she felt wanting to form.  With dainty fingers, she plucked the cigar from the man's mouth.  "That's a terrible habit," she asserted, a hint of Ivy's snark fluffing the statement as she doused the burning ember in his tumbler of whiskey.  Another habit the man needed to ease up on at this point.<br/><br/>As the song ended, another one did not take its place, and the soft lighting dulled even further until the large room was blanketed in shadow and the crowd hushed.  Ivy felt a firm squeeze about her hip and this time a sneer came to her features as her rolling eyes were concealed by darkness.  She had never enjoyed being a spectacle, even now, she wasn't thrilled with idea but knew it was likely to come.  "A professional mention, nothing more," she requested flatly, knowing the man beside her was too intoxicated to notice the difference.  "I do not want to speak, Charles."<br/><br/>"Whatever you want, sweetheart," he mumbled, already too engulfed with the lowering projector that would soon display their vision.  Her vision.<br/><br/>To anyone watching, it would have appeared as a richly beautiful remake of Gotham Park, and it was.  Poison Ivy looked on with a certain amount of pride seeing the plans in brilliant color, and the favorable murmurs only added to it.  It was a grand undertaking, but the outcome was worth their donations, at least that's what their showcasing video was meant to prove.  Ivy of course had other tactics.  The lights came up again, illuminating the affair and from the doors lining the room, staff filed in, potted plants adorning their trays as they weaved systematically through the gathering.<br/><br/>Ivy's sultry grin widened.