. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spacecowboys) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rooms,@ 2015-06-23 23:36:00 |
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[As promised, the kitty cat was waiting outside Marvel disgustingly early. Track pants and a snug shirt in grey, sensible boots, and a pack on her back, she looked entirely harmless. No suit, her whip an afterthought low on her hips, along with the thigh holster lower against the back-striped black of her pants, and her hair tugged back and away from her face. Coffee in gloveless hands, and she didn't bother lying to herself about this little excursion. Oh, she was trying to help Stephanie, but she was trying to help herself just as badly.
She hadn't felt this adrift since she'd ended up captaining a pirate ship. But she'd changed since then, and going off alone to take on the Seven Seas? It just wasn't going to cut it this time.
Sure, things with Babs had made her relationship with the little bats tense, but Selina was fairly confident that enough sweat and endurance? And she and Stephanie could get back to fine.
So, there she was, sipping her coffee, leaning against the dusty hallway wall, and wondering how irresponsible this was. Oh, she didn't mind that it was irresponsible. She didn't even mind the associated risks. She'd ended up in zombies and walked out, and she'd walk out of wherever she ended up that morning. That was just Gotham confidence, burrowed so far beneath her skin that nothing would ever be able to dig it out. Gotham? Gotham was survival, no matter how badly Bruce Wayne wanted to turn it into some colorless mockery of Metropolis.]