Re: Egyptian: Selina & Robert
[Was it really time wasted? She paused, and she gave him the respect of silence as she thought. Was it?] I think anything that makes someone weak here? Is time wasted. You have to know how to survive in Gotham, Robert, and trusting others? When they can disappear or move on? It's always a mistake. [As for what she thought? She just grinned at him.] I think I belong here. [Here being this place.] No more trying to fit somewhere I'm not meant to be. No more begging for scraps.
[Alright, that was also more than she intended to say. Bad kitty cat.]
He wasn't an idiot... precisely. [Her grin said she was teasing, and she chuckled at his scorn for his previous self.] Oh, if you only knew the half of it. [Because she already knew that this man? Would be a lot more careful about a lot of things. But then he made his formal little request, and her smile warmed to something that was much more genuine than anything so far.
She reached down and undid the button over her navel with one hand, and then she shrugged out of the black suitjacket. There was nothing underneath, of course. Just bare skin, nipples, navel, and a handful of scars along her back and torso - bullet wounds, knife wounds from shoulder to hip, a lifetime in scars, some over a decade old, some from the previous week, but mostly just skin over lean muscle, deceptive strength in her small frame.]