What a minute, this guy is a Grade A stalker!

Selina starts to do the math in her head, causing her calm smile to quickly drain away. “Let me get this right, you whipped out three cosplay outfits and created a listening collar in one night, and just happened to be watching on a monitor that my husband and myself randomly were talking next to?"

“Um, um, um.” The little man begins to shake as Selina slips into her fierce Catwoman persona.

“You little sicko.” The fiery feline grabs him by his shirt. “I have dealt with your types before you pervert, and I have always made them bleed. You're going to do the follow in order. First, your going to get this collar off me. Second, you are going to leave this convention center right away. Finally, you will promise to never to spy on, or bother, my husband or myself, ever again, got it?!”

Selina sees a growing wet spot in the middle of Hiro's pants.