Selina did like to travel in style, and while Alfred insisted on driving her around, Selina always politely refused. She didn't like to feel as though he knew all of her business. She was allowed to go places and do things by herself.
So when her arm curled again around Ben's, Selina lead him through the park in the direction that they'd come, and once more down the street.
Reaching the sidewalk, Selina fished a key and a fob from inside her small bag and pressed the button. A few paces from where they were, a yellow lambourghini spurted to life. "This way," Selina purred, tugging Ben along.
Once inside the car, it took no time at all to get them back to Wayne Manor. Selina pulled the car up the expanse of manicured driveway, into the garage and parked. When they were in the garage, Selina got out of the car, waited for Ben and then lead her friend into the main part of the home.
"Upstairs," Selina breathed, moving with stealth out of habit. She ascended the stairs, lead Ben to one of the three rooms designated as hers, and beckoned the man inside.
Curled up on the comforter were both cats, each fast asleep and purring gently.