Bruce Wayne drove a supercar to the banquet hall, where a charity cocktail party was being held. Rachel's death had left Batman heartbroken. From then on, he never dated again. Eight years had passed, and he had lost his goals and motivation. He had become utterly dispirited, and even attending this party today failed to lift his spirits.
Standing beside the second-floor railing, Wayne watched the people dancing gracefully in the hall below, bored out of his mind, when a voice sounded behind him.
"Mr. Wayne, may I have a word?"
Wayne turned and saw a beautiful face. She wore a long black silk dress, her tall, graceful figure impossible for any man to ignore. Wayne was no exception.
By comparison, it was already impressive that Wayne regained his senses after only a few seconds.
"And you are?"
"Selina. I'm a jewelry appraiser," Catwoman said. She was not exactly lying. She truly was highly knowledgeable about jewelry and had worked hard at it. Only by mastering jewelry could she become a qualified jewel thief.
"Jewelry appraiser. That's a fine profession."
"I'm still learning. I know you're the richest man in Gotham City, so you must have plenty of jewelry. If I had the chance, would you mind showing me some? Oh, that was rather presumptuous of me. I only want to broaden my horizons. You know, a jewelry appraiser needs to see a lot to train her eye." Catwoman gave Wayne a sweet smile.
Her smile was truly captivating.
Bruce Wayne took it as flirting. Someone had once counted more than 130 ex-girlfriends of his. That might have been an exaggeration, but there had definitely been dozens. Women flocked to him.
It could not be helped. He was handsome and rich. How could women not like him?
Just then, a