The Universe's Mixer

Effie was standing at the wheel of the Jolly Roger, absently spinning the wheel of the anchored ship. It did nothing but make the rudder turn, but she had a good enough imagination. She was nude except for Killian's leather coat, the light wind blowing across her body, making her feel comfortable and relaxed in the heat (being nude in public wasn't something that bothered her in the slightest).

She spun the wheel again, sighing softly, looking off, across the dock and towards the City proper. She was bored and uncertain. Years ago, when she dreamed of being twenty one, once, she thought she would be promoted to full super-hero, out of the junior leagues and old enough to work with the likes of Batman and Green Arrow (and maybe get Superman's autograph...), then, she thought she would head her own gang, not be one of her fathers...tools.

And then...then the City had changed everything. She had been kidnapped, and given a different life, outliving the one written out in her world by three years. She had found the man of her dreams and her future changed, and idea that she would grow old with him (or at least live a full life until her father killed her in this world)...and then it was all ripped away from her in one night. Well, what had seemed like one night.

Now...she had no idea where to go or what to do, following along with things as if she were asleep and being lead by the hand. Selina suggested a shop, so she started to open it (the 'grand opening' was that weekend), she had met Killian and as the only guy she had met in several months willing to sleep with her (and as a sex addict that had been a very long few months), she stuck with him.

She wanted something more out of everything. To escape the haze and lost feeling of grief, to become herself again. She couldn't steal, she couldn't murder...if not for the damn conscious Erik had given her back (fuck you very much), but the simple fact she looked horrible in orange. But she couldn't be a hero either...the Gothamites in town wouldn't allow it (seriously, she thought Red Robin would break the Bat-Family's no killing rule just to stop her).

She spun the wheel again, jerking her eyes from the Wayne/Stark Tower (and her Warehouse, which she just now realized was both close in distance and in height...no wonder she met Bruce), trying to focus on the here and now...and absently wondered when her not!boyfriend would wake up and join her (she did work him out for several hours after all). She poked at the wheel, wondering if he would mind if she took the ship out for a spin while he was asleep...

Someone had been in the Nest.

It wasn't hard to figure out, there were footsteps in the dust he had yet to clean from shoes he certainly didn't own (Okay, he did own several pairs of heels, but he hated stilettos and threw one at Bruce the last time he was forced to wear them). And now, he had a pretty good idea of who was there. He changed his course, heading over, not to the giant computer system, but to a wall of seemingly 'normal' posters, touching a corner (a picture of a small fuzzy panda bat), the wall shimmering for a moment, before the posters and pictures vanished, leaving behind a wall sized screen. He reached out, poking at the cartoon drawing of a nest Dick had made as a joke, pulling up security and reviewing the camera footage, his suspicions confirmed.

There were seven people allowed access to the Nest, though one of them didn't know it. The second Selina first touched the security console, the more...extreme measures were stood down, her fingerprint telling the system she was allowed. Granted, he didn't make it easy on her, that would be an insult to her skills and time, but it was a sign of welcoming that his Selina would have found amusing.

She was the only family member allowed in the Nest without him there, and even then he wondered if that was really true. Bruce had allowed Selina into the Bat Cave, they had been together for years...had either been the type to marry, he was sure his stepmother would be a talented thief cum sometimes hero.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he dismissed the video as well as the computer screen, the image shuddering before returning to it's normal life as a wall full of posters and pictures. Tim held his mug as he headed back towards the training simulator, absently wondering why Selina needed his bo staff, intending to ask her later as he mentally removed one from the armory, completing the physical act later when he went on patrol.

The risk involved in the task at hand was great. Selina didn't know Timothy Drake from the next guy and though Effie had given her ample enough of a description, co-mingled in with a good amount of curses and mumbling about dumb blondes, Selina figured this guy was nobody to mess with. She had no idea that this young man was, in some alternate universe, the adopted son of her current beau. Had she known perhaps it would have changed the tide some. Or perhaps not. Selina had never been one to be truly heartless and yet the thrill of the find was what drove her to overstep boundaries and blur the pre-set lines.

Familiar with underground lairs, this one didn't prove as difficult to find. The location was so obvious and she was curious to know if Bruce was aware the place was here. Not so much the Nest, but the place above it. The Majestic theater. It was there that the beginnings of the Bat had formed, in that dark alleyway beyond the shadows, and just the sight of the place had her shivering. It was a place of ghosts, of a past long since and yet not forgotten. Much like her own days since. It almost physically hurt to look at it and so she hadn't lingered to do so.

No. What she wanted was beneath.

It took little effort for her to bypass the mechanism designed to keep intruders out and when she was beneath the ground in the basement level, Selina flipped the light on. Nobody was home, it had been empty for possibly an hour. Maybe less. It was a fully functioning place. Motorcycles, an area to sleep, a kitchen (which was a strange addition considering it was clear across the levels and a complete inconvenience) but it wasn't her place to dictate as to what went where.

The lower parts of the levels had what she needed to get. The baton promised to her business partner. The suit, she was told, was in a stand alone glass case and that was her target. It was easy enough to locate the display and with almost no effort on her part Selina had a slit cut in the glass big enough to work the baton out without upsetting anything else. "This is almost too easy," she breathed to herself.

Once the baton was in hand, Selina turned and left the lair the way she had come. Back on the street level, Selina made her way to the warehouse, baton in hand, to deliver her part of the agreement.

Selina placed the baton where Effie could see it and would find it, laying the thing long ways across her bed. A smirk and Selina was then gone, back into the night. She would head back to Wayne Manor to be with Bruce now that her work was done.