Selina didn't know it just yet, but she was about to run into a bit of bad luck. You could say that a black cat was about to cross her path and give it to her, but, while true, that would be incredibly corny.
But, at least the bad luck was going to go both ways.
Selina had already scouted out the precious, if ugly, bowls at the museum. She had gone though the tours more than once, keeping an eye out for the cameras and any other obvious forms of security. But what was obvious to her wasn't necessarily obvious to everyone else. Most people, after all, didn't spend their life dealing with security systems.
Only seconds after Felicia had gotten up to the roof, Selina was climbing over the edge. She was dressed in her own leather catsuit, but hers had a headpiece and goggles. And it didn't take her long to spot the other woman. She tightened her grip on the handle of her whip and gave it a quick flick of her wrist, making it unwrap from the flagpole she used to climb part of the way up. "Who the hell are you?" she asked as she made her way towards the other costumed woman, eyes narrowed as she watched her carefully.