Dream: Selina & Tony
The kitten didn't know that she was dreaming.
Academia? Not for her, and she left Gotham University after that little run-in. You know the one. It involved pulling a nerd out of a television, and it wasn't that the kitten didn't know that Gotham was home to all kinds of oddities. But, Selina? She preferred to keep her feet on the ground, and she listened to her gut, and that kept her alive in a place where hugs were deficient and kind words were abnormalities. Gotham University was a dead kid laughing, arrests that made no sense, boys in televisions, and a wealthy nerd that ignored her. So? She'd bailed. Goodbye dorms, and goodbye meal plan, and goodbye useless little boys.
But she didn't go back to the Egorovs, not right away. She was currently sleeping in a very expensive bed, in a very expensive hotel. Hey, opening balcony windows? Not so hard. Especially in the Heights, where no one thought they were going to be robbed. So, her plan for making bank while she was away from Bones, it hadn't gone so good. But that didn't mean she could enjoy one last night of Sleep Number sweetness, and then she'd go back to the East End, and she'd take herself to task for believing she could ever make it out.
The bed was soft, and the kitten upon it slept fitfully. All those things in the back of her little head? They were trying to come back. She didn't want them, but they filtered, slipped and slithered between memory cracks in slumber, whispered sad and pathetic and old. And now? Now she was here.
Dolled up, she walked through cave. She looked, but she didn't touch. Why would she? There was nothing worth stealing, and what good was a three-legged stool? She weaved, the scent of sex and cassia clinging to her hair, and her necklaces a jangling harbinger.
She stopped a few feet shy of the man with the hammer, and she quirked a brow over expressive and lined eyes of mossy green. "I think I like caves. Can't you hire someone to do that?" It made sense, at least to her.