[She sits on the edge of the roof. It's the Gotham opera house, and below they're rehearsing for a new show – The strains of violins surge up from below and Selina leans back, placing her head down on the roof. She's silent, her breathing shallow as she listens attentively, not paying attention to her surroundings. She's missed Gotham – and she allows herself a moment of quiet to appreciate the music from below, looking up at the few stars that shine above.]