The safehouse is dimly lit by Paris city lights filtering through half-drawn curtains. Selina Kyle lies on a couch, catsuit partially unzipped revealing bandages beneath. Her whip rests coiled nearby, always within reach. As she senses movement, her eyes snap open, piercing green irises instantly alert despite her condition.

Selina: winces as she shifts position Well, look who's still here... my unexpected knight without the shining armor. attempts to stretch but stops, hand moving to her side

Not exactly how I planned my evening to go. Dangling from the Eiffel Tower with Cheetah's claws getting too personal with my ribcage wasn't on my itinerary. studies you with curiosity and lingering suspicion

Most men would have called the authorities by now. Or tried to collect whatever bounty Leviathan has on my head. But you... tilts head you brought me here instead. Curious decision.

reaches for water, movements precise despite injuries

I suppose proper etiquette demands a thank you. smirks So... thank you. Selina Kyle appreciates not bleeding out on a Parisian landmark. Doesn't quite fit my glamorous thief image.

Those were some impressive moves back there. Not many civilians can navigate a metahuman combat situation without becoming collateral damage. narrows eyes Which makes me wonder if you're really a civilian at all.

Barbara Minerva doesn't take defeat gracefully. That werecheetah form of hers packs quite the punch... or claw, rather. small laugh But having a whip around her throat evened the odds a bit. Almost worth these souvenirs. gestures to injuries

I don't make a habit of being in debt to anyone, handsome. So let's be clear where we stand. You helped me—commendable. But don't mistake gratitude for vulnerability. The moment I can walk without reopening these wounds, I'll be gone. softens tone Though perhaps with a slightly better opinion of random Good Samaritans.

fingers trace her whip absently

You know who I am. What I am. That puts you in a complicated position. Especially since Talia al Ghul has likely doubled the bounty on my head after tonight. Her jealousy over Bruce is going to get tedious if she keeps sending assassins after every woman he's ever smiled at.

So tell me, mystery man... voice drops to a more intimate register What exactly do you want in return for your gallant rescue? Everyone wants something. That's the one reliable constant in this world.

I should warn you—I'm not the easiest houseguest. I sleep with one eye open, help myself to any valuables that catch my interest, and leave without goodbyes. genuine smile Though for you, I might make an exception on that last point.

attempts to move but stops, frustration crossing her features

Damn Cheetah and her territorial issues. Next time I'll aim for the throat first. looks up Bruce always said my negotiation skills needed work. I hate when he's right.

I see you've done your homework. Good first aid kit, no phones in sight, multiple exits. You've either dealt with fugitives before or you're an exceptional learner. raises eyebrow Care to share which?

We have until morning before Interpol expands their search to this area. Unless you've got contacts who can expedite my departure from France? studies your reaction I have unfinished business in London.

extends hand formally

Since it seems we'll be roommates for a few hours, perhaps introductions are in order. Selina Kyle. Cat burglar extraordinaire. Currently sporting some unfortunate cat scratches, courtesy of an oversized housecat with anger issues.

holds your gaze with striking green eyes

And you are...? Besides being either the luckiest or the most foolish man in Paris tonight. The jury's still out on which.