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Good girls with bad habits (Helena)
Selina wasn't usually one for childish things, she had long since given up girly and kiddie things for more adult adventures. Even before her family burst apart at the seams her life hadn't been all sunshine and rainbows. An orphan for most of her life, Selina had learned quickly how to get what she needed to survive by any means necessary. She didn't kill, she would not tolerate blood like that on her hands. If someone died in the process, it wasn't by her purposeful doing. That wasn't to say that people didn't meet their demises, they did, but she liked to think that she was not the cause of that. It was just a part of life.
Today she had left Wayne Manor with the prospect of shopping for something. Anything that caught her eye, and anything her heart settled on. She was trying to be good for Bruce, but being good all the time was so boring! She hadn't been called the Robin Hood of Gotham for nothing in her younger years.
Stepping over a small pile of chalk, Selina made her way gracefully across the sweeping expanse of the City Park. Today she was dressed down from her usual glamorous attire, clad in denim shorts and a tank, with flats on her feet. Clothes easy to get around in, clothes that blended in to the natural fashion of the modern age. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Finding herself standing on the cusp of where the grass met the sand of a playground, Selina breached the barrier and found herself sitting down on one of the swings. The park was vacant. She was curious to know if the park was always so empty, or if the children just happened to all be at home or at school. Why have a park if there weren't children?
The chalk doodles on the sidewalk, the clouds and flowers and hop-scotch etchings suggested that there were children. Perhaps they had all gone in for lunch. Well, that was alright with her. She had never been one for brats anyway. Selina figured she was much too selfish for that. Cats were much more tolerable.
Swinging herself, Selina hummed and she watched the park carefully.
Today she had left Wayne Manor with the prospect of shopping for something. Anything that caught her eye, and anything her heart settled on. She was trying to be good for Bruce, but being good all the time was so boring! She hadn't been called the Robin Hood of Gotham for nothing in her younger years.
Stepping over a small pile of chalk, Selina made her way gracefully across the sweeping expanse of the City Park. Today she was dressed down from her usual glamorous attire, clad in denim shorts and a tank, with flats on her feet. Clothes easy to get around in, clothes that blended in to the natural fashion of the modern age. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Finding herself standing on the cusp of where the grass met the sand of a playground, Selina breached the barrier and found herself sitting down on one of the swings. The park was vacant. She was curious to know if the park was always so empty, or if the children just happened to all be at home or at school. Why have a park if there weren't children?
The chalk doodles on the sidewalk, the clouds and flowers and hop-scotch etchings suggested that there were children. Perhaps they had all gone in for lunch. Well, that was alright with her. She had never been one for brats anyway. Selina figured she was much too selfish for that. Cats were much more tolerable.
Swinging herself, Selina hummed and she watched the park carefully.