Yes, you go with your heart.

“Selina, I will be honest, my mind is telling me not to trust you.” Looking at your former date you can see the hurt your words have caused in her emerald eyes which pains your soul. With a sigh, for the first time that you can recall in your adult life you go with your heart. “But I certainly don't want to see you hurt. So okay, you can come with me.”

Leaning over she gives you a soft peck on your cheek, which gladdens your heart, though your thoughts are still dubious.

Taking the storage elevator to the first floor you then quickly make your way to the special collection room's elevator. Trying your security card fails, probably because of something the Riddler has done to the security system, you reason. You're about to give up when Selina asks if she can give it a try. Politely waving off your offer to use your card she kneels down to look at the elevator's security panel.

“Pfft, Stark Industries.” She shakes her head with contempt while reading the label as she produces a metal rod from one of the many pockets on her suit. It takes a great deal of effort to hold your tongue as Selina begins to to destroy Athenaeum property.

“You really need to upgrade your security tech.” The panel bolts are ripped off with shocking ease. “Stark makes crap.” Selina places the outer panel the floor. “Even Wayne Technologies stuff is better than this, barely.” Wires are pulled out from the box. “Now, LexCorp Security Services, they know their stuff.” Wire cutters are taken from another pocket. “Make sure you get the T-300 or T-500 series, but stay away from the T-400, I don't know what they were smoking that year.”

Looking up at you Selina asks for your doctor's pen light from your jacket pocket. As you give it to her you have to ask, “How do you know what I have in my pocket?”

“I always pad down a mark at the beginning of a mission, to make sure I know what he or she is carrying.” Selina responds as she continues to work.

“I don't remember that.”

“Do you remember when I took your cell phone?”

“No.”

“Exactly.” She smiles.

“Did you take anything else?” You ask a bit concerned.

“No.” She answers as a few sparks fly from the now wide open panel. “But whitey tighties, really doc? Don't you have anything with some color.”

“I feel kind of violated.” You say, half jokingly.

“The night's still young,” she muses, “and I have only begun to work.”

“Are you referring to me or the jewelry?”

“There we go.” Is Selina's only answer as the doors open. “Its going to run a little slow, but it should work."