The little cafe down the street serves lunch. Not only does it serve lunch but it also serves martinis and, maybe, they could be convinced for a scotch. Even if it isn't on the menu. When they came in, Selina grabbed a booth near the back. Conversations are private things, or at least she likes them to be private things ( Read more... )

Except that this isn't home ( Read more... )

This is a little more than she normally takes on ( Read more... )

So everyone knows, I am going out of town for a trade show from the 30th to the 2nd. I'm really wishing that were not so at the moment for various and sundry reasons but there isn't much I can do about it. While I will most certainly have internet access while there, I don't expect to have time to do much of anything not related to work ( Read more... )

The visions given to Selina have been mostly of death but the next facet is all about life ( Read more... )

She's quiet ( Read more... )

There are a lot more than two, to be honest but there are two that need to know before everyone else ( Read more... )

It doesn't happen much but from time to time Selina visits the cats in the Gotham Zoo ( Read more... )

It seems like it has been much longer than it truly has been when Selina can finally look out of the window next to her and see the familiar cityscape of Gotham below her. She's been trying not to think about it while she's been gone for various reasons. The apperance she'd put on at the Con had helped the shelter and she'd raised a nice bit of ( Read more... )

Working at the shelter can be very rewarding. It is in her name, after all, no matter why she has it. Other days it is frustrating, aggravating and painful. Very painful. Battered women, wives and girls on the street, coming in and making excuses ( Read more... )