"Hm. Yes, I'd say it's a little too much - even for you."
Even for the rest of the pompous high society elites who parade around wearing their fortunes in a show not unlike peacocks flaunting themselves in front of each other. Their parties are the worst, when their lavish lifestyles are thrown about with little care, all in the name of some charity they have no real idea about.
It's fine, though. Selina likes these events because that's when her marks are the easiest to target. Drunk, happy (for a given definition of the word), and uninhibited ... it's a little like (as the saying goes) taking candy from a baby. And most of them barely notice what's gone missing the next day. Or the next. Which shows just how obscene the class divide is in the city.
Not that Selina's all for social justice and equality. It's a nice ideal, but that's just it: it's an ideal. The reality of it is that sometimes you just have to do things for yourself and come out a little further than everyone else in the end. It's more about survival.
And, maybe, pretty things.
She lets her hand rest by her side and nods her head towards their surroundings once more. Now that she thinks of it, this might not be the worst arrangement, her and Bruce Wayne grounded on the Enterprise. After all, here he is without his butlers and his riches, on a more equal field with every other idiot stuck too. And Selina's already got the upper-hand on him, having been here just that much longer.
She quirks an eyebrow.
"So, Mr Wayne, what do you think of where we are?"
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Even for the rest of the pompous high society elites who parade around wearing their fortunes in a show not unlike peacocks flaunting themselves in front of each other. Their parties are the worst, when their lavish lifestyles are thrown about with little care, all in the name of some charity they have no real idea about.
It's fine, though. Selina likes these events because that's when her marks are the easiest to target. Drunk, happy (for a given definition of the word), and uninhibited ... it's a little like (as the saying goes) taking candy from a baby. And most of them barely notice what's gone missing the next day. Or the next. Which shows just how obscene the class divide is in the city.
Not that Selina's all for social justice and equality. It's a nice ideal, but that's just it: it's an ideal. The reality of it is that sometimes you just have to do things for yourself and come out a little further than everyone else in the end. It's more about survival.
And, maybe, pretty things.
She lets her hand rest by her side and nods her head towards their surroundings once more. Now that she thinks of it, this might not be the worst arrangement, her and Bruce Wayne grounded on the Enterprise. After all, here he is without his butlers and his riches, on a more equal field with every other idiot stuck too. And Selina's already got the upper-hand on him, having been here just that much longer.
She quirks an eyebrow.
"So, Mr Wayne, what do you think of where we are?"