Six months hadn't been long enough for her to forget the sound of his voice, that low rumble that seemed to be sincere. Her fingers danced over the champagne flute in her hand as she turned to face him, her own expression one of amusement. Any feelings she might have weren't easily betrayed and she stayed the perfection of poise, tipping her head a little at him, a small smile beginning to spread over her red lips. Bruce Wayne, he was certainly a sight for sore eyes. She wanted to say the same to him, explain that for the last few months, all she had been able to think of was them - him. How she'd run away. She'd gotten scared, not only of him but of her other life, the one he knew nothing about.
The Batman.
Selina's smiled flickered for a moment and she quickly raised the flute to her mouth taking a long sip, her green eyes fixed on his blue.
"Well that's good to hear, I thought you'd be cursing my name" She replied, lowering the glass and placing it on the table besides them, clearing her throat a little.