Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[Selina lives in the moment. There's no after, because after is never a given in Gotham.] I think he's a little tied up at the moment. [But there is a smile there. And now she just wants the thing down so that she can get out there again. She's missed this, the physicality of her Gotham, of the JLA, of adrenaline that comes with purpose. She's missed it a lot.
Behind them, tentative girls peer into the cabin, and Selina chuckles.] Well, at least they won't say the boys saved them. That has to count for something. Maybe they'll demand that Barneys starts selling catsuits. You never know.
[But they're almost down, and the ride is getting choppy, something lands heavy on the hull, and she hopes it's nothing they need to worry about. She doesn't recognize the voice, but whoever it is knows her name. Down it is.] Duck. Cover. [She doesn't move, though. Someone needs to keep the guy at the wheel from doing something stupid.
She nods Pepper toward the girls, and the boat lands with a jerk that sends her flying forward, and ow that's going to hurt later. But they're down.
That's all that matters. She clambers to her feet, no feline grace for a moment, not until she's past the girls and starting to kick at the door that will let them out of this thing. Her guns are out, and she has the boy in front of her. Body shields aren't her favorite, but she's willing to make exceptions.
The door is stuck. Of course it's stuck. Outside, the whole doorside and nose are embedded in dirt and green. Women are screaming, girls are crying. It's dark. She kicks the door again.]