Before Thomas could make a move towards the currently unknown woman, a much more easily recognized man slid in beside her. He clenched his teeth briefly. His associations with Slade were not of the most pleasant variety, but he had no intention of breaking the few rules at the event by doing anything stupid. Besides, he is Deathstroke; not someone you just decide to go after on a whim. And so Thomas finishes his drink and turns away from the scene and back towards the bar. "Beer," he says evenly, "and something with some flavor, not the tourist stuff. German, dark. Thanks."<br/><br/>As the bartender goes off to get the drink, he looks back at the most-likely Boy Wonder (either now or in the past) and his playmate. He didn't recognize her offhand, and she didn't smell like Gotham city.<em>Probably a Titan</em>, he thought to himself, remembering that that team often had a Robin on it. He gave her an appraising look from the corner of his eye and allowed himself a slight smile.<em>Cute, in a more wholesome sort of way than the women I usually associate with,</em>he thought to himself, wondering if she was as wholesome as she looked. If she'd come here, the odds certainly pointed to "no".<br/><br/>He turned back as the barkeep brought his beer. He nodded as he picked it up and looked back out at the crowd. There were certainly a lot of beautiful women and men here, between the supers and the staff. No need to rush though, still plenty of weekend.