Then a slight breeze becomes noticeable, wind blowing in from a cracked open lock in the kitchen. It’s making the apartment cold, and it’s obviously by the scuff mark on the windowsill that someone had very carefully broken into, and made their way into your home. Nothing immediately seems to be missing, but that isn’t exactly calming to the nerves.

Approaching as slowly as possible, the intruder quickly comes into view. A woman in a tight black outfit, lounging at your kitchen table with her legs kicked up like she owned the place. Your cat is currently curled up into her lap, and purring quite happily as the woman scratches behind its ears. It’s only when she turns her face towards you that you recognize her, even behind the cowl that she’s wearing. Selina Kyle. She has a face that’s hard to forget, especially when you had known each other so well. Although the relationship had been undefined - the two of you had to worry about finding places to sleep and food to eat before teenage romance - there had always been something. She’d been a protector in many ways; Selina had looked out for you just as much as she had gotten you into trouble.

“Welcome home.” She says to you, and although her voice is deeper now, she still speaks with the same cadence that she always had. Something between amusement and smugness. “I brought you a housewarming present.” The hand that’s currently not petting your cat comes up to tap at something on the table. It looks like some kind of fancy espresso machine, although knowing Selina, it’s probably stolen.

Her eyes glimmer with amusement as she watches you and waits for you to respond. Her expression doesn’t betray anything that she might be feeling, or the reason that she might be here. Did she miss her childhood companion? Did she want something? Was she here to burglarize the place? It’s so hard to tell with her.

"Cat got your tongue?" She prompts again, laughing silently under her breath at you- though the sound is oddly affectionate.