Re: quicklog: selina/steph -- marvel penthouse.
[The penthouse was vast, and Selina had spent the day cleaning away the dust that had accumulated. She'd given Robert the keys, just like she'd given Robert the keys to everything that she cared about in the city. The charities, the school, her bank accounts - all of it. And while he'd checked on the schools, kept up with the kids and the money, the penthouse looked much like a shrine to a memory. Dusty, and she'd hated that as soon as she walked through the door that morning.
So, when Stephanie arrived, slow jazz was playing from the bedroom, and it took Selina a few extra minutes to hear the footfalls of someone in the living room, and a few seconds longer to wipe the dust from her shirt and step into view.
Leggings and one of Bruce's trademark grey shirts, Selina was barefoot, her riotous curls untamed and pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. She smiled when she saw the blonde, and she saw through that attempt at casual right away. There was no way Stephanie was okay, not with Damian gone, not with that B replacing that N on the journals.
She stepped forward, took the bottle of scotch, and gave the other woman a knowing look.] Don't even bother kitten. [Pause.] I'll get some glasses.