Selina's eyes narrowed briefly in jest as she followed him inside, placing her glass on the dining table next to the bags she'd left there. Asking her to pick out a tie? Maybe this was getting serious. Or as serious as picking out a tie cloud make something. As he gestured to the case Selina turned on her heel stopping right beside the rather old looking chest. It was more like an antique really. Old and worn, but very Wayne. Selina ran her hand across the top of it gently, feeling the smooth leather underneath her hand before sitting on the chair next to it to look for a lock. Second Level he'd said...
"I don't see why you need a tie anyway..." She pulled at the second leather compartment with hand as she looked up at him quizzically.
"It's far too -- "
Her eyes cascaded downwards, thinking that black wasn't suitable. Blue Maybe. Something summery. But she was met with black. Just black.
A whole lot of black.
"--Hot...."
Selina's eyes stayed focused on what was inside the case. A sick, almost aching sensation flooding her gut. Black. A black uniform. A familiar smell that made her want to heave up the wine she'd just had. The costume. His costume. The Only costume. She looked away briefly, her mind flooding with panic as she looked back up to Bruce.
"Is -- is this some kind of joke?" She spoke quickly, trying to cover up the hitch and quiver in her voice.