Grr Notifs!
"A lady doesn't reveal her best tailor. It wouldn't do to have others copying me after all...." Selina quipped, still bouncing a little on top of the unit.
She could understand Agent Hill's hesitation. Gotham was a war zone of sorts. But two figures on a rooftop? Most petty crooks had better sense than to aim at her. Those that had lived to regret it. Funny really. Maybe Selina had just lived in Gotham too long, perhaps it was in her blood. Either way things like that didn't worry her. Not after what she'd been through, what she'd seen.
"I promise you won't get shot. I'm far more creative than that." Selina replied, popping down to sit on the unit, sliding of the edge down the side of the metal frame. She crouched on the floor, the titanium nails of her gloves dragging across the vinyl under hand.