Re: hotel lobby: steph/selina.
My Gotham had that too -- lots of color. He and I came from...well, the same Gotham from different points, I guess. [He, and she tried to hide the twitch of her lips when Selina said his name. Coping. She and her doctor had talked about it, and Dr. Coleman was not impressed with her new ignorance is bliss approach to her ex-husband, to the residual feelings, to the hurt she had whenever she thought about any of that. Whatever. La, la, la. She wouldn't think about that; instead, she focused on that distant, rumbling growl that she heard echoing from the door in front of them. But, she did finish a thought:] I miss it a lot sometimes. That Gotham.
[She shrugged, and that was telling of a lot of things. There was years where she thought of the Gotham beyond the hotel door as home, but there was really very few things left that she could even call her own. Bruce, honestly, was it. But, instead of lingering like she was wont to do, she grinned at the door that bucked towards them and that loud, animalistic growl, and she nodded at the kitty cat.] I am fine with none of that being there. [Another nod, and she gripped onto the strap of her bag like an excited first grader on her first day of school. Big grin, big thrill, warmth pumping through her veins.] Oh, yeah. Let's go see whatever the fuck is behind that door.