Gets professional help – Calls Zatanna.

With her knees still feeble it takes effort for Selina to get to her feet and walk awkwardly, because of her still swollen dripping sex, over to the mother's toilet stall and its extra big space, changing table and private sink. Once inside she closes and latches the door and then flops down on the small bench inside.

“What is wrong with me?” The troubled thief mutters out loud.

Taking out her cell Selina toys with calling 911, but then hesitates, thinking no one will take her seriously. With her mind still fogged from such an unnatural and intense orgasm the buxom bandit can think of only one person to call for advice, her friend who understands all things supernatural, the stage magician, Zatanna.

It takes some effort not to swear when “Zee” doesn't answer. Leaving a message to have her call Selina immediately back, the vexed Gothamite takes off her pants and thong. Examining her panties, Selina is very perplexed. They're drenched with the creamy white liquid of the rare female ejaculation. The amount, however, makes no sense, because no women should be able to produce that much, however, it's clearly not urine, like those porn videos which try to pass themselves off as women “squirting.”

Drying off her panties as best as she can, Selina gets dressed and leans back against the wall trying to recover.

“Come on Zee,” Selina pleads to the ceiling, “Call back.”