Manor: Bruce & Selina
Selina had no idea how to do this. The last time this happened, she'd messed things up so badly that she and Bruce hadn't spoken for months. Then? She hadn't been responsible at all, but now? Now she was fairly sure Bruce's last argument with his son, the one before all this exploded, had been about her. It didn't help that her own feelings were a maelstrom. Anger met hurt, and this wasn't like the last time. The last time was overwhelming sadness. This time was guilt and overwhelming uncertainty about her place in the entire wheel that was Gotham. She was just a cog and, like Eddie, she was trying to fit somewhere she wasn't meant to be.
And maybe she should've stayed away. After all, Bruce hadn't reached out to her. A smart kitty cat would've stayed close, within reach, and she would've waited. But she'd never been that cat. No point pretending now.
She knew he wasn't going out; of course she did. She watched. She could get an honorary degree in Watching Bruce Wayne. Fears squashed down, and she hadn't been bothering with the suit or whip. Jeans and grey, she climbed into his window while the water was running in the bathroom. She needed to verify location.
She almost changed her plan when the water ran for much, much too long. But five more minutes, and then the water silenced, and she climbed back out the window and to the grounds. In the dark, she used a lens fished from her pocket, and she watched the room. She had options for how she could do this, but where he went? That would determine what she did.
He made it entirely too easy. He didn't even leave the room, and she waited a few seconds before unlatching the gate of the carrier at her side.
She really hated dogs.
This particular dog was a puppy, and it was small enough that even she couldn't hate it too much. It was quiet and whimpery, and it couldn't get very far quickly on those too-big paws; she was counting on that.
Cloaked in dark, she put the wriggling thing in the center of the yard beneath the window, and then she retreated into the green and left it there. It whined pathetically, and she rolled a ball past it, so it would move; yes, it. The puppy obliged, wagging tail and it was clear night. She was counting on the man at the window to notice the tiny movement.