Re: hotel lobby: steph/selina.
[Selina was observant green eyes over the rim of her coffee. She hadn't seen the blonde bat in... she had trouble remembering. But it had been a while, and differences were always glaring when they came quick. Stephanie looked thin, dark circles and sadness, and while none of that surprised the kitty cat? She didn't like it. She put it together with Bruce's concern, with Bruce's repeated comments that he was worried about Stephanie, and she was left wondering if a trek through someplace dangerous was really a good idea.
But they were Gotham, and however much Gotham wanted to be Marvel? It just wasn't. Selina assumed - and maybe erroneously - that some exertion would be better for the kitten than sitting home, tears and tea or whatever else passed for therapy in Wayne Manor. And maybe that was selfish, because Selina? She needed to get out of her own head too, and she didn't want to do it alone. Oh, she could, but she didn't want to, and the kitty cat could be a selfish little thing, fickle and mercurial, and right now? Right now she wanted attention.]
Gotham makes me think of gray. Not green or purple or bat-black. Gray. [And they were both a product of their environment, weren't they? However much that environment had changed. A shrug of her shoulder, and Selina turned in the direction of the first hallway.] I thought I heard something growling this way. [She grinned over her shoulder and the pack there, the grin lush and warm and familiar.] Are we scared of growling?