Yes, Selina is warming up to the little guy.

“What do you want, Chibi?” Selina is strangely warning to the little creep, almost like having a horny annoying younger brother.

“Could I get . . . a . . . picture . . .” Hiro's sentence disappears into silence as he realizes the convention is now open and the hall is filling with people. Selina, and her racy attire, is already attracting considerable gawking stares and cell phone pictures. Not use to being near the center of such attention the diminutive tech nerd begins to shrink into himself. Selina, of course, is already owning the room; waving, smiling, joking, winking and high-fiving any of the gathering crowd that wants to interact with the sexy cosplayer.

Glancing down at Hiro, Selina quickly answers, “Sure Shrimproll, knock yourself out.” After waving to a group dressed up as the comic book team the Blackhawks the curvy Gothamite realizes the teenage is seriously losing his nerve. Looking around Selina notices another geeky looking young guy with red hair who is holding a high end camera and wears a press pass.

Putting two fingers into her mouth the former cat burglar gives a loud whistle and big wave to summon the red head over. Chatting with the young man, named Jimmy Olsen who is covering the convention for the Daily Planet, the raven haired spitfire asks the professional photographer if he could take a few pictures and send them to Hiro. Olsen agrees, as long as he can keep some for his “private” collection. After taking a few pics he looks over at the nervous Hiro and quips, “Let me guess, it was his idea for the outfit?” Which causes a few laughs from the crowd gathered around.

Without missing a beat, Selina grabs Hiro around the waist and strikes another pose. “He's my manager.” The emerald eyed temptress who understands men's egos better than any clearly states. “The brains of the team.” Those who laugh now nod their heads in approval with several looking on with jealously.