Re: Gotham: Selina & Holly
Selina lingered in the door for a few seconds. She really did not want to have this conversation. Maybe it should be easy? Words, and lives ended in Gotham all the time. It was a world where death lived around the corner in more ways than one, and there weren't any working Pits in the city that she knew of. No one even mentioned it this time, and she thought that was telling, wasn't it?
But, no, she didn't want to do this. She knew Holly cared, and the little blonde was still somehow untouched by Gotham's Gothamness. The kitty cat had never been that innocent in her entire life, and it reminded her a little bit of her Holly's hopefulness.
The kitty cat hesitated, and she never hesitated. Survival was all about being fearless, and she'd lost some of that along the way. She knew it; she just wasn't quite sure she wanted it back.
"No problem, kitten. You keep the key. Come whenever you need to." What was the worse that could happen? Bruce was never around these days, and Holly wasn't going to sell her out. She was actually quite sure of that just then, standing in the doorway.
She strode across the space, door closing behind her, goggles dropped on the table, zipper coming down as she moved to change out of the black. She slipped behind an oriental changing screen, and she knew she was stalling.
When she stepped back out, it was in denim and snug black, and she just stood there.