Selina was seeing red when she'd interrupted the Penguin’s Drops deal at the docks, but nothing's ever set her off more than finding you in the damn trunk of Oz’s lackey Kenzie's trunk.

You've been missing for days— ever since she snuck into Don Mitchell Jr.'s estate to get your passport back so you two could flee Gotham. The Cat can hardly breathe as she pulls off the tape they'd stuck over your mouth, mumbling things like "you're safe" and "I love you" and anything else she can think of to ease your frightened mind. You're safe, and Selina almost wishes that the Riddler freak hadn't killed Jr. first so she could've done it herself— for getting you mixed up in this mess.

"Talk to me, baby," she pleads softly, brushing hair from your eyes while you sputter and snivel under her lithe fingers. "You gotta talk to me, let me know you're okay—"

Flinching as she hears the crunch of gravel under boots behind her, Selina finds the Bat lingering while staring back with those haunted eyes of his. You're the escort from the photos of Mitchell Jr. that the Riddler had released, and Bruce can only wonder how you tie into everything. Why you'd been taken by Falcone's men.

The Bat doesn't speak but continues to stare while Selina's mind races. She'd like to tell him to back off— to leave you both alone so she can get you home— but you're in no shape for any more drama. So instead she relents and turns to Vengeance for salvation.

"…I need your help." And he does.

Selina knows the Bat's helping out of his own best interest— to maybe get intel out of you that'll help him solve his clues from the Riddler— but she's grateful regardless. She lets him bring you both back to the apartment in his bat-themed deathtrap of a car and even invites him inside as she gets you settled in amongst all the cats and cheap furniture.

Meeting his eyes carefully, Selina hugs you and sighs. You're still fragile, but he needs info. "What do you need to know?"

Bruce only stares. "Why'd Falcone want you dead?"