Re: Outside Gotham; Selina and "Em"
Don't ever tell a thief she can't have something. [It was a playful warning, but it just brought that all work, no play thing into shocking technicolor. She actually sighed, and it wasn't even a deliberate attempt at being dramatic. But a second later, when Death mentioned things calming down, she couldn't help but chuckle; it wasn't a happy sound.] Are things going to calm down? [Strangely, she was just fine being candid with the harbinger of death in the questionable attire.] How does this calm down, Em? Even if they catch him, and even if they stop him, the families aren't going to forget.
She motioned to the door, to the man Death said was unimportant.] He's not, but the rest of them? They are. [She knew better than most, because this was her world. Even more than rooftops, than shiny black and a hissing whip, this was where she came from. Oh, she didn't know who these people thought she was, and she didn't know who she was, but she knew this was her heritage. Might as well call a spade a spade.
She made room on the windowsill, even though the women beside her didn't seem to need it. But she thought of Death as Em, and she thought of Em as human - mostly.]