It is hot. Miserably, lethargically, smotheringly hot. It's midsummer in Gotham City, never a walk in the park, but this heat wave is unprecedented. It's the kind of heat that makes you irritable just to exist in it. The sort of cloying heat that just leaves you feeling drained.

Selina has plenty of things she'd rather be doing on a quiet summer's evening than wasting it lying around the house. Oh, she had a list. Weather like this was good for thieving - nobody felt like doing anything, people let their guards down. Easy score. Or if she wanted to be 'good' for a night, she could always give Oracle a ping and see what might need doing. Set up a little quid-pro-quo, make sure she stays in the Bat's good graces. Oh, she did not envy the woman her computer-filled tower hideout in weather like this.

Heck, screw the 'work' ideas, even just lounging by a pool would be preferable on such an evening. She's not actually the biggest fan of swimming as a rule, but she can lounge poolside with the best of them. Quintessential summer activity. Accessing one isn't in question. Fine way to spend an evening. How about go do that?

But instead she's been draped over this couch for the past half-hour, running these options through her head, but just not quite able to summon the will to move. It all sounds like too much effort. It's just too freakin' hot. She groans and rolls over, letting an arm drape over her forehead and gazing up at the ceiling. At what point do you give up on trying to convince yourself you're actually going to do something, when you very clearly are not?

What a waste of a summer evening.