Re: Outside
Selina swung over the ledge a second after he did, and she stripped off the useless gloves and let them fall over the side of the building. It was cooler up here, despite the desert being unforgiving, and she took a long look at his ruined suit before walking past him with a sway of hips and a long, slow hand across his stomach. She walked to the end of the roof, and she dropped down and stretched out on her belly, her feet kicked up behind her.
She looked over her shoulder at him, an indication that he should follow, and then she looked out at the disaster that was Las Vegas.
"I didn't go to that party," she admitted. She barely knew about it, and a little of the isolation snuck through in the words. "I miss home," she added, because destroyed or not, this wasn't Gotham. It was nothing like Gotham, and Gotham was home. It was a confession without pretense, entirely honest. "Tell the kitty cat about the girls you met," she added, not looking back at him as she crossed her ankles above her back and crinkled her bare toes.