Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[Her laughter is wry, something born in hell and that feels good when things are bad, just like diamonds do, just like emeralds do.] We can't have everything nice in Gotham. It wouldn't be fair to the rest of you. [And the smile, the one that comes at the amused uptick and the mention of leather, is genuine in the darkness.] You haven't seen what I can do with my whip. [Admittedly, she would have loved to be able to call on more than that, but it's enough. If she can only have one weapon, it'll always be the whip. It's her version of that tin suit, an extension of her arm, her weapon, one that no one who gets their hands on can wield like she can.
But that sobering, she doesn't like that.] Captain Justice will notice I'm off-comm eventually. [She hopes. But it's crazy out there, and she doesn't really expect it. But she figures the words are reassuring. Most women are reassured by the thought of men playing hero. Selina? She just doesn't expect it, not now, not during this.] And I saw [the pause here is long, it stretches] Robert a few minutes before I found you. And Tony's bound to notice you haven't checked in. He's probably scanning for your biometrics as we speak.
But we're not going to wait for any of that. [It's said to a girl no more than fourteen, one that's sidled up to her hip. Selina smooths down the girl's dark hair.] At least this all feels familiar. This feels like Gotham.