Re: Outside
Selina's finger had been twitching at the trigger of the gun at her thigh when Crane asked if she wanted to play. What she wanted was to put a bullet in his face, but even she knew that she wouldn't go that far. Despite general belief about her level of badness, she wasn't the kind to kill someone without being very, very, very worked up. The last person she wanted to kill had tortured and murdered her best friend because of her, and only the Bat had stopped her from finishing him off. But she wasn't a murderer, the kitty cat. Not most days.
Today wasn't most days.
She expected the baby bird to keep his word, and instead of shooting Crane, she just wanted to get away from him before the little, drunken feathered thing wandered in on this lovely reunion. Lucky Crane.
But the voice behind her told her that she was too late to avoid that particular altercation, and the kitty cat did what the kitty cat always did; she improvised. She had no idea if Crane would recognized the young man in the rumpled suit, but she was guessing not, and she just walked around beside Crane, raised a gloved hand and tugged Damian's tie over her shoulder. "I never cheat," she said, as if it was all a game, a pout and the pretense of being hurt that he would even suggest it, a sway of hip back against him and a turn of head that was all seduction, unless he was looking into those bright green eyes at the time, which were dead serious.
Her gun came out of her holster with silken ease at the same time, and she pointed it right in Crane's face. "And you, you're going to turn around and go back inside. Aren't you?"