Gotham: Selina & Holly
Selina hadn't been back home in weeks.
After the trade for the fake body, she'd left her family behind, after a long negotiation around a table, one that resulted in a ceasefire with all the dons gathered. Peace was good for business, and they could all agree about that. It was the one thing people tended to get wrong about the mobs in Gotham. This was business, and some of these men legitimately cared for the city. She knew that wasn't a popular opinion, but it was what it was, and she was glad for the Christmas quiet that loomed.
Some money made it into the right hands, people were helped, and then she headed to the Manor.
She knew about the Arkham explosion, and she knew that Hood had seemed just fine at the meet, but something coiled in her stomach like dread, and she hated her gut sometimes. It kept her alive, sure, and it made sure her feet landed on roofs without missing or slipping. But now? Now it churned, and even without a batcomm she knew she was heading toward bad news.
And she'd been right.
She lingered a few minutes, but she wasn't going to intrude on that family. It wasn't hers, and guilt made her eager to feel the Gotham night's bite against her skin. Guilt, and the memory of how badly she'd messed this up with Bruce the last time.
She'd go back soon. But first.
She was still in black when she walked through the door of the loft apartment off Robinson Park. Goggles back, and she had no desire to do this. But her poker face was Gotham-streets and good, and she only looked a little shattered. "Kitten. Sleep well?"