Fleeing Gotham after the mess with the Riddler and the seawalls coming down had been an easy choice to make. It held nothing of importance to Selina anymore; while the Bat had certainly made his case for her to stay when visiting her mother's grave, Selina had to deny him. Gotham and its crime-filled streets had already taken too much from her. It would never change.

The Bat could believe whatever he wanted. She didn't have the luxury of giving in to such fantasies.

Selina rode her motorcycle as far as she could from that cemetery, all the way to Blüdhaven with nothing but the bags on her back and her cats she'd stowed away in her bike's side pockets. Got a cheap apartment just as crummy as hers in Gotham, but at least this one didn't have the memories of her father's men breaking in and kidnapping Annika right under her nose.

Besides, this one came with you; another vigilante she'd run into on a late-night jewelry heist. There'd been a small scuffle and a few unsavory words exchanged, but she'd left with more than just a few grand in glitzy jewelry. Selina's interest only grew when your paths continued to cross within Blüdhaven's petty crime scene, and before she knew it you two had become more than just rivals. Clearly so, as you're plain-clothed and bundled in several blankets on her couch while one of her many cats lays in your lap.

"The heating's out again," she grumbles, shutting the front door with her heel and tossing her ski mask in the corner somewhere. She drops her bag at the side of the couch and flops beside you, skimming pointed nails along your arm before they bury themselves in the cat's fur. "Super won't fix it until Monday. Guess we'll be cuddling all weekend, kitten."

Grinning softly, she rests her head along your shoulder and savors the stillness of the moment. Blüdhaven's just one supervillain scheme away from being a carbon copy of Gotham, but she figures it can't be all that bad if it gave her you. "C'mere," she says, shifting closer to you. "What's our next score?"