She can't.

Damn, Selina thought to herself. Tracey sure drove a hard bargain. Even after her lucrative little venture at the docks, the thief didn't exactly have a hundred large lying around.

"If I had that kind of money, do you think I'd be hanging around a place like this?" Selina smirked.

"Whatever this score you want the boss's help with, I imagine $100,000 is small fry in comparison. You want me to put a word in with Cobblepot, I want it, and not a penny less, love."

"Sure, I'll just go hit up an ATM." Selina responded sarcastically.

"You are a thief, right?" Tracey shot back. "Don't just wear that slutty clobber out of sheer bloody desperation? Go out and make a few quid, Catwoman. I'll be waiting."