Bruce/Selina and Jim/Vanessa
Vanessa answered the door with her hair in as much disarray as she could manage to get it in. She gave Jim the once-over, then guffawed a little. "That's cute," she grinned. "One sec!" She grabbed a doctor's bag she was using as her purse, her lab coat and thick-rimmed glasses completing the mad scientist look.
"Oldie but a goodie," she said, turning for him. Under the coat, she was wearing the nicest dress she owned, a purple number that was quite flattering on her figure, half-costume, half-ready-for-Wayne-Manor.
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"Don't bother Lucius," she cooed. "He just wants me to do what I was hired to do: my job. He's not at fault there."
She grinned widely. "I think I definitely want to stick by you. I didn't really come for the party, after all. And, uh, I do want to gobble you up, so I think you interpreted the look correctly." She gave him a smoky, half-lidded look, moving lightly against him so he might feel her even more evidently. "Do you want to play with your kitty?" She reached down and started lifting the hem of his toga. "What are you wearing under this thing anyway?"