Re: log: ivy & kitty at the greenhouse No? [She didn't contradict her. Why bother? It was better for the kitty cat if Ivy thought she didn't care about anything but the shinies. It reduced vulnerability, and that was the secret to surviving in Gotham. She'd lost the knack with the little bats and birds that had fluttered their ways beneath her fur, but it came roaring back here. Nice to know she still had it in her.
But she'd never been a killer, the Cat. Too grey and not enough black, and it had always caused her problems with the little rogues she called family. Anyway, once they all strung her up a few dozen times to catch the Dark Knight? Her trust had been reduced to nil, and she stood there with the knowledge that she could become supper for that venus fly trap if it suited the leafy beauty in front of her.]
Oh? Was it? [And this Selina? This Selina had never known the Bat's identity, not until coming here. The man hadn't trusted her as far as he could throw her, and he had a very good arm. But that didn't matter now. It wasn't important, and she wouldn't have told even if she did know. Ivy was right about that.]
Of course I went for him specifically. Harley has her clown. I have the Bat. We all have our obsessions Ivy. [A beat.] What's yours? [But, ultimately, she waved a graceful, black-gloved hand.] Anyway, it wasn't the Bat wearing that particular batsuit. It was someone from Marvel. He's showier.