Shit. Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley. He knew the name well from Arkham's files. She was incredibly dangerous. There was no point in calling security. He'd only be putting them in danger. He'd have to play along. Bruce smirked and turned, walking over to his Scotch decanter, pouring her a glass and dropping a few cubes of ice from a bucket on the side. If he was careful he could slip a sedative into it.
"It's not a very feminine drink, Ms.Isley." he spoke, as he walked over to her, sitting on he side of his desk. He handed it to her with a flirtatious smile. "But what can we do for each other?" he asked turning his head to the side and looking her up and down. "Now that you've peaked my interest so."