Re: Gotham: Selina & Holly After, here, was, as far as Selina knew, two things. One, cold and dark nothing, like Tony experienced. Or another life to go back to, like Damian experienced. She wasn't sure which was better, which was worse, but she had a feeling most people would prefer the latter. The thought of the baby bird going back home, to his real home, was reassuring in a way that nothingness could ever be. And it was probably too early to remind the kitten that Damian had been miserable here, but it was on the tip of her tongue and swallowed back at the last minute.
The blonde girl started crying, and all thoughts of placating words fled. Selina was good with kids, good with teenagers, or at least she had been until Helena and Damian had shaken her faith in herself on that front. But it hardly mattered now, and when the girl in front of her started with the tears, Selina just slid her hands away from the girl's cheeks. She watched as palms met eyes. She was quiet. She waited.
And then she tugged Holly into a hug, arms around the girl's back and fingers through the ends of her hair. No, It's going to be okay. No, I'm sorry. They both knew words didn't count for much in their world. So, no, just strong arms and the soothing drag of fingertips through blonde for as long as Holly would let her. Because this little girl? She wasn't as broken as the rest of them, somehow, against all odds; she could still cry.