Dinah & Oliver & Bruce (the bastard) & Selina
"You know, I think I did." Selina replied, turning to Bruce, her smile every inch the perfect practised grin she'd gotten used to using so many years ago as she looked up at him. "He took a little convincing - but I find that most men come around to my way of thinking eventually..." Queen had been a terrible flirt, but she'd gotten what she'd wanted from him with little more than gentle prod in the right direction and a dance. The way Bruce had dropped his name, she assumed that there was something between he and Dinah, but Selina thought better of mentioning it.
"But I don't think that's it, though I'm sorry if I missed you -- " Selina spoke again, her eyes shifting back round to look back at Dinah, " -- I was a little preoccupied with the foundation at the time, it can sometimes play havoc with my social life."
It wasn't the gala, It was something else. Something older. Selina reached up with a hand and swept a lock of hair back behind her ear, leaning back into Bruce's hand a little, enjoying the feel of it pressed against her back. Suddenly Italy seemed like it had been months ago, not just been a matter of days. She'd never been keen on public displays of affection, but his hand there felt just right, a gentle reminder that things had changed.
"You grew up in Gotham right? Which neighbourhood?" She questioned carefully, her smile honest and interested.