Re: Gotham: Selina & Holly
Selina crossed her arms over her chest, but the guarded hold didn't make her feel better. Her eyes weren't damp. There wasn't any crying here. She'd already sobbed rivers for the baby bird once, and she wasn't sure how she felt now, standing there, caught up in hating him and loving him and not understanding where everything went wrong.
She nodded. "Someone got hurt," she said, her voice steady, and maybe weeks with the mobs had helped. She'd had to keep her worry out of sight, her fears pushed down. Power came with a straight face or a smile, sometimes a hiss, but never with fear and never with tears. Maybe that was why she could stand there, dry, and she wondered how joining Gotham's mobs would affect her in the long run.
She'd been so sure a few days earlier, and now? Now she wasn't sure of anything. Much less how to say this.
She crossed the space, and she side-stepped the kittens to stop directly in front of the blonde girl with the steady voice.
"He's gone, Holly."
Not eloquent, but simple, and at least she didn't look away when she said the words. Mossy green and direct. "He's gone." She wouldn't be as calm if it was Bruce, and she figured Holly would know, would understand.