She was alive.
Alive, and prettier than ever. Gone were the large, oval shaped glasses which had shattered the night she had died. Her hair, while it was once always tied back in a messy bun, was pretty and curly. Her head still hurt from the previous night, as was her hand. But she still sauntered into Max Shreck's office, thoroughly pleased with his shocked expression. Before that, he had been yelling at Bruce Wayne, threatening him and demanding he leave the office. If his secretary were not on "vacation" he would have asked her to show him out.
Well, Bruce Wayne had made an enemy of Max Shreck…she decided she liked him already.
"Anywhere he wants," was her greeting. Max ended up staring at her in disbelief for several moments, muttering her name over and over.
"That's my name, Maximillian, don't wear it out," she replied. "Or I'll make you buy me a new one."
She turned to Bruce Wayne, and that prompted Max to introduce the two. Bruce wasn't what she expected at all. From what little she knew about him before, she knew he was a rich fellow who also had some hold of Gotham's affairs. She thought he would be more like Shreck. But he wasn't. He was nice, kind and considerate. Of course, she had only know him for a few moments so far.
Bruce's eyes flittered to the injuries on her arms and head, and he inquired as to what had happened. Selina was about to respond, but Max beat her to it.
"You were injured on that…ski slope, weren't you, Selina? Is that why you cut short your vacation time? Came back?"
Selina turned to Max and resisted the urge to throw him a glare.
"It's a…blur…" she replied. "I mean, I remember when…"
It was all insignificant memories. Memories from her childhood. But she had managed to convince Max and Bruce that she remembered nothing, before showing Bruce Wayne out of the office, all too satisfied with Max's reaction.
She was alive. She had come back from the dead, and soon enough she would haunt him.
