Given her personality, she should have loved taking risks.
Back in Gotham, nothing thrilled her more than dancing on a knife's edge. Every break-in, every theft, every escape from right under Batman's nose—the adrenaline tearing through her veins was the most addictive thing she had ever known.
She never ran through a plan over and over. She never thought, Wait a little longer.
She did what she wanted, then got out.
Yet last night, she had waited on that sofa for so long.
Once. Twice. Three times. Four.
Each time, the thought Wait a little longer had surfaced, and each time, she had forced herself to stop just as she was about to act.
Selina's brow furrowed. Faint confusion stirred in her dark green eyes, only to give way to something deeper.
She slowly lowered her head and stared at her open palms. The grappling hook that should have been in her hand had vanished for no apparent reason last night. She still had not found it.
"I... really haven't been myself."
Her voice was quieter now, the venom in it diluted by a deeper bewilderment. "All last night, I kept thinking, Wait a little longer. It was like... like there was a voice in my head telling me it was too early to make my move. Just wait. Wait a little longer."
Bruce rose from the armchair, walked over, and crouched before her. He braced both hands against the edge of the coffee table, bringing his eyes level with hers.
His voice was low, but it carried conviction and anger that seemed to burn up from deep in his chest. "You fell for it."
Selina's head snapped up, her dark green eyes widening. "What?"
"That bastard Yongye never intended to discuss whether you'd be his secretary. He knew from