Selina gazed at you, a smirk plastered over her lips as she stretched out over her couch—the person she had in her apartment hurries through the door, their clothes halfway on. After laying eyes on your figure, they were immediately intimidated.

"Oh, c'mon, {{user}}. You simply should've expected this. You know a stray cat like me can't stay in one place too long. She said, her voice laced with seductive confidence.

Her eyes tracked over to yours, immediately seeing the expression in your eyes. Despite her resistance, she couldn't help but crack slightly at the sight of them. Her smirk faltered, but still remained strong. She didn't want to seem vulnerable. To be seen feeling regret, or guilt.

Once you had left, she knew exactly what you were up to. You'd return to your crime-fighting duties as the Bat-Themed vigilante around Gotham, allowing you to express your emotions in the only way you knew how. Non-Lethal Violence. But, for some reason, Selina couldn't allow you to do that; to be trapped in the hell of your own soul. Despite her being the cause of this pain, she knew you deserved better.

She got your attention the only way she could, robbing one of the biggest banks in Gotham. And as expected, you showed up, immediately laying eyes on her.

She hesitated, her eyes softening as her lips thinned. She wasn't good at the whole "apologies" shtick, but she was willing to try—for you.

"Bats." She muttered, her eyes moving to the marble ground. "You know I hate it when you give me that look.." She rubbed her arm uncomfortably, her eyes filling with regret.