Selina had moved her forearm from Iris' neck by the time the Bat arrived and, for once, she didn't look particularly pleased to see him. "I had it under control, until she got pawsy," she said, shooting Iris a look that was hiss and claws without any need of physical action. "Not that you'll believe the kitty cat." She didn't stay still, because since when did the kitty cat listen? Since never, that's when. She did smile at how shock-still the little boy went, because she was pretty sure the tiny pup had forgotten how to blink. But she ignored the order, and she wiggled her fingers at Gus, who seemed unsure what to do in the face of the awesome that was Batman; even the shoving and scary dog seemed to be forgotten.
"Tell the Bat I'm going to borrow some of your daddy's clothes," she told him, as if neither adult was in the room. She kept her attention on the snarl of the dog, but she was pretty sure that dog just wanted to feast on some Bat right then, and he wouldn't notice a tiny little kitten leaving the room. One more wiggle of fingers, in case Gus wanted to follow her on her "adventure," and she shoved Iris out of the way and prowled through the door and into the unfamiliar apartment, as if she was on her own turf. Master Bedroom, right, and she pushed through the door, the sound of the dog still ringing in her ears. Please, like she didn't know the Bat could handle a dog? Stay still? Who did he think she was? One of his sidekicks?
She opened Luke's closet, and she rummaged through the hangers. "Puny, just as I expected," she mused.