That kind of person?. Selina thought it over for a second, trying to imagine what she must look like to a stranger. Probably a dominatrix, although her outfit wasn't PVC it was thick leather with a kevlar weave. She didn't get it from a sex shop it was hand made. The whip attached to her waist was real, twelve foot long, and could be extremely troublesome. But of course he wasn't to know that, was he - and perhaps the longer he thought she was just some crazy madam, the more she could get away with.
"People from Gotham do all kinds of things at night, but the best ones get dressed up and head up to the roof." She snapped back, still moving towards him with a sway in her hips. She chose to ignore the question about Arkham, that place was still a sore spot.
"But most of us dress in black. What are you trying to blend in with exactly? A circus tent?" Selina shrugged her shoulders a little, the smirk blending into a mock pout as she continued to look him over.