No, call out to Selina.

“Selina, wait!” You call out to your former date.

She stops for a moment and then continues to walk away.

“Selina, I know it's you.”

She stops again as her shoulders drop in a resigned sigh. Selina reaches up and pulls off her cowl and goggles, letting them drop against her back.

Walking back to you she complains, “Do you know how much I spent for this full body suit to hide my identity?”

“That's the problem.” You're glad you can banter once again with the beautiful yet flippant Ms. Kyle. “It's too 'full body.' It doesn't hide . . . um . . . few women have your . . . um . . . shape.” You make the hourglass figure outline with your hands. “The things everyone first notices about you are not hid but accentuated with tight leather. Just saying.”

“Men.” She groans and moves close to you. You hear her claws retract as her voice goes soft. “You're hurt.” She gently runs a single figure across your bruised cheek.

“I'll be okay.” Her touch is reassuring and welcomed, but you also try to remember Kyle is clearly not some innocent insurance appraiser and has been lying to you all evening, though she did just save your life. “Have you called the police? Do you know if the staff are okay?”

“The Riddler has some blocking device working against all communications.” She answers, “The staff, except of the Director, is locked up in a storage room on the first floor.

“'The Riddler?' Really? Are you working with that psychopath?” You have to ask.

“Of course not.” Selina withdraws her hand.

“But you are a thief.”

“Let's not lose focus on the immediate problem.” She does her usual sidestep. “As you have seen Nygma is a . . . ARRRHHHH!!!!”

Selina screams in agony as her body convulses into a seizure while her eyes roll up into her head. She slums forward into your arms **** from pain.

“Genius.” The Riddler finishes her sentence. “Nygma is a genius.”

Two taser probes are still smoldering in the back of Selina's neck as the man in green throws the taser gun to the ground and pulls a real one.

“You have ten seconds, Dr. Anderson to tell me why the Aleister Crowley necklace is so valuable or I will shoot your little feline friend.”

“10”

“9”

“8”