Pamela did notice some familiar wounds, was he? No- this man couldn't be the Batman. Her eyes focused on one that she remembered hitting the bat with- a thorn through the ribs. "Batman" She breathed, and then she grinned and lent in ready to seal this all with a kiss- she'd still have her ay with him, she was still a woman after all and Mister Wayne had a... reputation of pleasing those he slept with. As her lisp hovered over his she half closed her eyes; oh this was going to be so much better- sex with The Batman.