Batcave: Cat & Bat
Bruce could do nothing but wait. Equipment set up, syringes and computers and slides, to test her blood when he had it, because he couldn't create an antidote to a poison he didn't have a sample of. Ivy was, it nothing else, skilled when it came to toxins, and the sooner Selina came the sooner he could work on curing her. Patience was a virtue he'd conditioned himself to develop, but sometimes he, like every other human being, struggled.
Right now, he was struggling.
Time passed too slowly for his liking, and motion sensors told him when Selina finally arrived. "You should have come," he said, rising from his chair. Nice, it had been nice. Better than expected. The family was still fractured, they all seemed to be going through their own trials, dealing with their own grief, separate even when they were together; or maybe he was just overthinking things. Regardless, since Christmas, he'd been in the cowl more often than not. Intentionally.
He scrutinized her appearance as he approached, taking in her high color and labored breathing. But, of course, only Selina would smile after being poison. He stopped, pause, brushed his fingers over her cheek in greeting and followed it up with a sigh. "How do you feel?"