She took his hand and felt the weight of a roomful of eyes riveted on them. Some of those eyes seemed a little sharp as women who wanted to spend the night with Bruce Wayne looked daggers at her back. If she were younger, she'd revel in the feeling.
Oh, what the heck. She reveled in it now. She liked being a force to be reckoned with in her little pond, even if it was borrowed for the next few hours.
"I don't mind being out late if the company is interesting. You are definitely not boring."
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