Selina was loitering around the buffet table, smiling serenely at every man that walked past and eyed her up. Benefits used to be such classy affairs, but these days she felt more like a piece of meat than ever. It couldn't be the dress, black, silky and not revealing that much, a string of small diamonds around her neck. Perhaps it was just that the amount of single men in Gotham had gone up and she wasn't wearing a ring - Selina didn't really care. What she did care about was the quality of champagne and how much she had paid to attend this thing. After all it was only polite to accept an invitation when given. Even if Alfred sent it. $5,000 a plate did seem a bit steep though, even for Bruce.
But the Orphans were always worth it. She used to be one after all. If her money was going to go towards something worthwhile, it might as well be this.
Selina looked away, sighing, watching her mirror image in the glass looking directly out to the dance floor - the coloured reflections of partners dancing happily. She would never admit it to anyone, let alone herself, but she was looking for him. He had to be here after all. He always managed to show up, even if it was only for a few minutes - and she'd taken the night off specially.
And it'd been a while. Especially when they were both going to be scrubbed up so nicely. It seemed a shame to go the whole night skirting around the edges of the floor, especially when she was wearing $3,000 shoes.