Selina looked up at the woman in the doorway, and she tried to figure out of she'd seen her picture anywhere on Blondie's phone, but no, she hadn't. She cupped her hand behind Gus' head when the little boy started babbling to the unknown woman, telling her about going to see Wren and Batman, and Selina decided she wouldn't need to go the risky fire escape route. Whoever this woman was, she obviously just worked there, she decided, wondering if Luke had his own money, or if the Bat had financed a babysitter.
She stepped away from the window, and she wound her way around the room, toward the door, staying close to the walls and smiling that same sure smile. "I'm going to borrow some of the antihero's clothes, and then we're going to see Wren. You wouldn't keep Gus from seeing Blondie, would you?" she asked, all wide-eyed and innocent kitty cat. See? Perfectly trustworthy. And if the grip on the little boy was tight enough that it lent credence to her thoughts, well, that was just an oversight.
She was young, young, Selina, and slight, and with the oversized straight-jacket and, closer now, a bruise at her temple, she didn't look old enough to take the little boy anywhere at all. From the closet, Finch barked, and Gus called for him without removing his thumb from between his lips. Selina just smiled. "You're here because he's through the door, isn't he?" she asked, all pleased kitty cat. If Bruce was through the door earlier, maybe that meant he was here now, just like she was.