Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
"You're leaking." But she didn't seem panicked by it, her gaze dropping to watch the drip, drip of wetness from that peeled-back fabric. Why would she panic? He was dead, and it wasn't like a little leak could hurt anything. And, somehow, that made perfect sense in this place, in her mind, in the chaos and confusion of here. "It's me," she added, purr, grin, and all the youth in the world couldn't obliterate the too-much everything in that smile.
The hammer was gone, and that was normal, and everything was as it should be, unnoticed, no worry on youthful features, and even the indicators that he was slightly on edge? They didn't frazzle or fluster the kitten that knelt across from him. She felt as if everything was as it should be, and why panic? When had panic ever resulted in anything useful? Never and, like hesitation on Gotham's rooftops, it was something the kitten had outgrown long ago.
"I have enough to be angry about." She watched his gaze flicker to the table, and she stood, graceful in that uncrossing of legs. Stand and sway, all hips beneath that black, two fingers dragging beneath his chin, and she walked toward the table. Curious kitten, and she looked over her shoulder partway, as if the distance was longer than it seemed, longer than it should be. "I need you to come back." Blunt, candor, and nothing that would pass those lush lips in the waking world. "Or are you going to say we were just pretending?"
She turned and looked at the table, the schematics, though she had no hope of understanding them. "What are they?"