Especially when they're in town. Poor guy didn't even know the First Rule of Gotham, Selina mused. The mantra thugs from Bleake to the Bowery drilled into new recruits :
Always look up.
Well he'd know it now. Selina dragged his unconscious body behind a dumpster and slipped through a vent into Arkham Asylum's administrative building. She was late. The meeting had started, ended maybe?
Scarecrow's voice, sonorous yet raspy, carried along the vent like a snake slithering through dry grass.
Another voice replied, young, angry and disguised. Footsteps then silence.
Worthless. Selina needed more. Names. Details. A damn date. Batman was more inclined to ignore the occasional heist when she had information he needed. And besides, it was fun having something to wield over him, seeing the pained, pleading expression on Gotham's apex predator's face when they were alone and she had the upper hand.
She peeked through the vent. Scarecrow's office. No guards by the door. Good. Selina dropped down, twisting her body to land on all fours, and then-
And arc of electricity lash out from the ceiling. Selina dodged it, all reflexes, and saw her attacked floating above the vent. Since when did Scarecrow have security drones?
Damn it Selina, she thought, plotting her exit over the sound of the alarm.
Always look up.
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