Selina had woken in the night, mainly because Isis had started making the strangest sounds. What started as a low hiss soon erupted into a growling grumble, filling the room and waking her up. Something wasn't right- it was quiet out on the street below - and it wasn't until she'd gotten up and made her way to the window flipping a light switch as she walked that she realised. Rubbing at her eyes, it took more than a couple of seconds to register that the image in the mirror was herself, all be it a reflection she hadn't seen in a good number of years. The silk strappy night down that she wore was slipping from bony shoulders, hanging loosely on a slightly gangly body. Her eyes seemed wider and her hair wilder and longer and curly, hanging down almost to her waist.
There was no television in her bedroom, it was barely big enough for the oversize double bed, but turning around she noticed her cell was vibrating on her bedside table, the large touch screen playing a video of something she was sure she would have to watch. Grumbling to herself and still half asleep, her body aching from her earlier gymnastics over Gotham, Selina sat on the end of the bed carefully wrapping herself in the duvet which still smelt a little of Bruce - watching the video and trying it take it all in.