It had been another day of disrespect and belittling from Barbara. Tabitha hadn't shown up again, leaving Selina to deal with Barbara alone.
It had only gotten worse since the night she couldn't get the knife from Bruce, but she was afraid to leave, knowing that Barbara might turn her in to Penguin for attempting to steal from him -- without, of course, mentioning that Selina had only done it because she was told to.
Once she'd finished with Barbara, Selina decided to stay out for a while instead of heading straight home to Tabitha. She felt like herself again, balancing and jumping across rooftops.
It was cold, and she wished she'd worn her old leather jacket, which had proven itself well-insulated over her past years of living on the street.
Eventually, she decided to sit down on the fire escape of an abandoned building. She let her legs dangle over the side, and crossed her arms on the railing, resting her chin on them.
She'd gone to Tabitha because she wanted to move up in Gotham, but this didn't feel like moving up. Selina felt trapped. She was just an errand girl, which to her was much worse than living on the street -- at least then she was in charge of herself.
She sighed and looked down at the street beneath her, noticing that it was a particularly quiet night. Maybe Penguin's crime licenses were working after all.
She didn't know how long she'd been lost in thought, but when she came back to her surroundings, most of her body was numb. She considered getting up and heading home, but decided she wasn't quite ready to be questioned by her so called mentor.
While she was once again lost in thought, she heard a quiet voice just behind her say "Selina?"