Yes.

Selina sighed.

Hurtling down at them was a figure, clad in black armour, but undeniably feminine. With just a few seconds to react, Selina somersaulted backwards, landing in a crouched position, just as the Batsuited figure crashed through the skylight, a blood red cape breaking her fall as she deployed smoke.

"What the hell? I thought Wayne was-" One of Penguin's goons cried out, firing off his rifle into the air in shock.

"Must be Wayne! Jesus, you think we ain't gonna know it's you if you fruit it up with that wig and heels? In fact-" The second goon was cut short by the mysterious interloper blasting him with her grapnel gun, reeling him in and knocking him out cold with one powerful kick.

"That ain't Wayne!" Frank noted, scrambling for cover. "That's Batwoman!"

No shit, Selina thought. Though not as well known as her inspiration and male counterpart, the Batwoman had been taking on crime even before Bruce had been unmasked. Selina, for her part, had never had the misfortune of crossing paths with her. God only knows if she'd be as amenable to seduction as Bruce had been. Trying her luck with Batgirl once had ended up with Selina with a split lip and a space in GCPD lockup.

Still, Selina admitted, the vigilante cut one hell of a figure. Her dark, slightly more form-fitting armor accented by a red belt, heels, gloves and a rather wild mane of red hair.

Selina weighed up her options. She could make a run for it, hope the mooks she'd brought along would take Batwoman just enough time to deal with that she could make an escape.

Or, she could try taking the Batwoman on herself. Surely she couldn't be as good as Bruce had been, no one was. And having Penguin owe her one never hurt.