She had been caught in the act of breaking and entering. Her hands were empty, for she had not the time to relieve the museum of any artifacts. It was her only response, and the beast knew it.
It had fallen for her trap once.
The laws of secondary breaking and entering were very gray areas to the Los Angeles Police Department. She had not opened the door… but she had entered. Her hands were empty. If she were arrested, she would be released in less than an hour.
Sirens in the distance. A quick decision.
Another blinding shift of movement, and the thing in the costume grabbed her. The pair dove at a blinding speed from the now broken window, leaving the would-be thief for the police.
The freefall lasted momentarily, until a flick of the wrist unleashed a metallic device. Gloved fingers pushed a button, and the resulting projectile found a high rooftop. Grappling upward for seconds, and the two landed on the roof of the adjacent building.
It released her; the escape was to save Selina from herself, for her actions often carried disappointing consequences. However, the monster did not want to see her taken away like a common criminal. It still had hope for her rehabilitation.
A quick glance to the museum.
The two still spoke a different language, where body language and movement were used to communicate in situations to which silence was a necessity. It asked her why she chose the museum with the glance.
Underneath the surface, the words “I’ve missed you” were still thundering throughout the monster’s senses. The pulsating emotion in her voice… the sensual venom coursing through her syllables. There was equal opportunity for the long-awaited kiss or for her to attack.
It waited, watching her movements appraisingly… her entire body mapping her next decision.