Catwoman moved through the darkness, but she realized Batman had not followed her. At least, the silence around her was real.
But that only made Catwoman more wary. She hurriedly picked up the clothes she had snatched from a window while fleeing.
Jeans and a white shirt. Selina casually tore off her damaged black dress and tossed it into a corner. She changed as she walked, her bare feet already scraped raw.
Clang. Something darted across the wall. Selina quickly covered her chest and looked up at the top of the wall.
A stray cat ran across it.
Selina breathed a sigh of relief. She really was getting jumpy.
With the white shirt on and its hem tied in front, the voluptuous Selina looked like a sexy street girl.
But that outfit offered absolutely no protection against Gotham's winter streets. Her nerves had been so tightly wound while running that she had not noticed.
When a cold gust blew over her, Selina hugged her arms and shivered. She exhaled a puff of white breath and hurried toward the lights outside. Right now, she wanted nothing more than a glass of strong liquor.
Something to warm her up and soothe the unease of this night. Preferably with a fireplace burning nearby.
And if possible, a handsome man would not be bad either. A sturdy chest to lean against...
A face surfaced in Selina's mind. He really was handsome, dashing...
"Asshole! Even if I went looking for a gigolo, I wouldn't think about him!" Selina bristled and stomped her foot, only to wince in pain. Running barefoot was no fun.
"Damn it!" Tears welled in Selina's eyes as she marched forward resentfully. It was all that damned Batman's fault!
Batman was chasing a transport truck through the cross tunnel on Fifth