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In the past, there were days that Dr. Cecilia Reyez never got to venture out into the public eye unless there was some sort of investigation going on. Let alone taking some personal time away from the league. Then there were times such as today, that she got to experience one of the many special perks of working for the league. Being undercover, as well as being someone else for a change. By stepping into someone else's shoes and seeing the world from a different set of eyes. Not at all used to being all dolled up like a superstar model. Her hair was straightened for a change and pulled back into a loose french braid that was stuffed with exotic flowers. Makeup that was carefully brushed into place along her features, to help add to the mystique she was already displaying. Wearing a beautiful creamy colored Versace lacy top, that was adorned with precious rubies. The rubies were sewn into the material of her top as well as her bottom, flowing skirt. To keep her warm from the cold, was a vanilla colored Russian fur coat. A ruby colored heel made impact with the cold concrete of the street before stepping up and onto the red carpet lining the stairwell leading inside, one of Gotham City's historical buildings along the square. The chandeliers inside provided enough ambient light to show the world the absolute exquisite, divine taste of the wealthy being displayed for all to see. Dr. Reyez stopped at the steps and turned her head around to glance over her shoulder towards the handsome man approaching her.

Balls? Not really typically his thing. At nights d**k Grayson usually spent his time in a skin tight leotard and a domino mask as his evening plans. Actually doing something more than it had been something of a surprise to him still. But something told him he should come to this one, he was going to Chicago soon and well he was sort of participating in somethings before he left. The Christmas holidays he thought as he fixed his bowtie around his neck properly. He could recall some Christmas' with his family on the road they would stop at a Diner and dine in and he would always get a special desert but every year he chose the same desert. It was a slice of cherry pie. His mother called him her little Robin bird in tribute to what they do and the coloring of the pie. He smiled in the mirror thinking about them and the thought of leaving Gotham was trembling around these times. Still as the first ward left his apartment and headed to the ball he would have got into the called limo and soon went to pick up his date. He too, although it wasn't a screen for his identity, was a playboy. Once he and his date arrived and walked in he wandered around taking a glass from one of the tenders in wonder of who was here.

Diana was already at the ball. Her golden invitation had pretty much been rubbed to pieces by now. Sitting by the piano parlor, listening to both the piano as well as one of the orchestral duets down the hall. She listened to certain voices of passing conversations that floated her way. Thinking by mere chance she might happen to see Bruce Wayne at this gathering. It had been quite sometime since the two of them last spoke. She wanted to see him, but did not know if it was appropriate on her behalf to approach him or if it was him who needed to do the approaching. Either way, she hoped to have a moment of his time at this gala if possible.

Not even 5 minutes into the party, and Bruce had located a lot of familiar faces in the event. He saw Dr. Reyez from afar waving at him, yet there was a non-familiar face with her, perhaps trying to get at her? Of course he wouldn't have it. Even if he wasn't Batman tonight, it didn't mean that he wouldn't aid his allies. He made his way to where the good doctor was and greeted her like he would any of his female friends. Cecilia, so good to see you. He gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek and hugged her as well. How have you been? How are things at the clinic? Bruce began small conversation to have her not pay attention to the awkward moment she had just gone through.

The other well dressed man was still a couple of feet away, drinking from his glass, watching Bruce and Cecilia from afar. Bruce was well aware that he was still around, so he had to stay sharp and figure out what he wanted, as well as every detail that he could find about him. He wouldn't let this ruin the evening for him. It was a special night and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

When Bruce hugged her, Cecilia's cheeks blossomed a bit red. She had not been hugged by anyone in such a long time. The feeling was welcomed, more than Mr. Wayne realized. Smiling as she hoped her blushing cheeks wouldn't show too much, as she returned the hug but made sure not to hold onto him for too long. Placing her cool hand against the side of his face, smiling appreciatively back at him. Dr. Reyez owed him for coming to rescue her just then. She would have to think of a way to repay him later. Plus, she felt so much better in his company than the company of the strange man who had approached her. It wasn't as if she had felt her life was in danger, she just had one of those off feelings that made her listen to her instincts. "Oh, I'm doing fine, thank you for asking. How are you doing since we last spoke?" She said genuinely in return. Tilting her head ever so slightly off to the side, the simple roll of her eyes, "The clinic is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three-hundred-sixty-five days a year including leap year. Never a dull moment." She emphasized the last bit of that statement before laughing quietly. Cecilia did not sound nervous, let alone appear that way. The good doctor seemed like herself in Bruce's company. She was grateful that he stopped by, to carry on small talk.

It seemed as though, it had been such a long time since the last time they had spoken with one another. Bruce Wayne was truly a valued friend. "I'm glad to hear that you are doing well. I also know that you always keep on your toes with the family business. By making sure everything runs smoothly. Your family is in good hands, Bruce. I know that for a fact." Caring a great deal for her friend. Cecilia admired Bruce, he was more than an iconic figure in the league, he was an actual down to earth kind of guy, genuine to the 'T'. A rare find in this day and age. Watching Bruce capture a few fluted glasses of champagne, handing one to her. She delicately clinked the rim of her glass against his, before raising it in a toast. "Well said my friend, here! Here!"