Home again...?
Catwoman pulls the motorcycle into the Cave and sits there in silence, long after the rumble of the engine has ceased. Silence holds for a few minutes before the observant will be able to hear a soft sound come from the woman. Luckily, there is no one else here, yet, and she's unconcerned about the cameras or the bats. She takes her time, allowing herself what she's been fending off and unwilling to allow. Allowing seems like acceptance and she still doesn't want to accept it.
After pulling herself back together and making herself mostly presentable, she slides off of the motorcycle and slides her goggles off of her head. The goggles she leaves hanging from the handles, to give any junior detectives who might wander by a clue, and starts her way up the stairs. She needs a shower and maybe some tea before she makes her next decision.
The only thing that is certain, is she's not going to be able to sleep in that bed alone. Showering and getting changed will be hard enough but she's never been one to let difficulty stop her.
After pulling herself back together and making herself mostly presentable, she slides off of the motorcycle and slides her goggles off of her head. The goggles she leaves hanging from the handles, to give any junior detectives who might wander by a clue, and starts her way up the stairs. She needs a shower and maybe some tea before she makes her next decision.
The only thing that is certain, is she's not going to be able to sleep in that bed alone. Showering and getting changed will be hard enough but she's never been one to let difficulty stop her.