Oh, she knows.
Does she forget that it’s one of the things they have in common? One of the reasons why they get along so well?
( Most of the time. )
As for her plan for the evening, she was thinking something along the lines of a girls’ night out. Something fun and —
— off, shrugging nonchalantly. “Let’s just say that there are some faces that look worse than the sewers.”
Giving her friend’s cheek a small, light scratch, she lowers her hand. “Enough about me, though. What have you been up to?” Her smile turns mischievous as her face moves —
At the ferocity of the hug, Selina stumbles back, but it doesn’t stop her from returning the gesture with as much enthusiasm.
After a moment, she slowly pulls back, tapping a finger on Ecco’s cheek affectionately. “Sorry about that. I’ve been busy. But. . .” She trails —
— in Gotham City. Even with him, she watched herself, but, sometimes. . . She wanted him to know that not all her actions, words, even feelings had a hidden agenda.
— watching, if that really tickles your fancy.” At this moment, she felt her resolve drop. This was teasing. Light, innocent teasing.
It was easy with him, to switch from one persona to the other. He got to see sides of her she wouldn’t dare show anyone else, especially —
— fluttered, but she kept them wide open, staring at him with gleaming eyes. Mischievous eyes. As if she was planning something.
And who knew except her if she actually was.
“What do you say, Bruce? Keep a Cat company tonight? I wouldn’t be opposed to a night of movie —
— drinking coffee this late keeps someone up all night long.” Her head tilted to the right as she spoke the last three words, and she leaned in, just a /little/. Still far enough to call it an accident, but near enough to prove a point.
Her eyes, without permission, —
Selina’s eyes didn’t stray for his face, except for when her gaze flickered at the glass raised to his lips. After an inconspicuous whiff (of the glass if presumed, of his breath if asked), the smile on her face widened ever-so-slightly.
“You know, legend has it that —
Oh, Ivy.
She’s touched. Normally, she would be a little more difficult if someone gave her less than an A, in anything she did, but she’ll stay quiet for her.
Just as long as she’ll play with the Cat. She hasn’t forgotten.
࿐༛ཻ 𝑩𝑹𝑼𝑪𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑵𝑬.
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— the billionaire bat.
Got it in one.
( Not exactly, since she isn’t really ‘sweet,’ but, to Ecco, and a /few/others. . . Perhaps.)
Allowing her hands to fall, she steps in front of Ecco, a smile gracing her face. “I thought I’d pay one of my favorite girls a visit.”
The longer they stay here doing nothing, the higher the risk of her heart /bursting/ out of sheer and utter boredom.
Is that good enough for her, or should she be more dramatic?
— her eyes to roam his face. His impressive jawline, his inexpressive eyes. . .
“Do you think that’s why I’m here?”
A question for a question. Part of their little, innocent game.