Chapter 7
Bruce was thankful for the miniature window at the backhand of the shack, for it let him see everything. He had struck gold that morning and he knew it. The movements of Selina – quick and cunning- amazed him once again. Now, something more cunning was about to occur: something that played out more silently and subtly.
Selina opened her eyes. She freed herself from Zachary and stood.
The wind had not drifted from its course by the time she dressed and stepped outside the room. She saw Roman standing still as if he were welcoming her inside again, but he was maliciously silent; despite that, Bruce saw no intimidation in Selina's eyes.
Fifteen minutes passed after Selina excused herself out and proceeded with her trek downtown: indeed, she was going downtown, and downtown was where Bruce loved her the most for one reason only.
The almost-benevolent rise of the steam from the Steel Mill was a shelter from the wind that surged over Gotham that morning, and Bruce could see Selina basked in it. The inmates at the mill's entrance certainly basked in her sight in return as well.
Lester was the one on the left; he took pride in his job - mostly in order to be proud of something – but it wore him down sometimes, and made him yearn for another sight of Selina when she felt like visiting.
Despite how the atmosphere appeared to be, Selina's appearance at the Steel Mill was always professional – not always strictly, but she laboured to hold it so, anyway – and the chat between her and the other crook would not last long: she was given a job there on a piece of paper on which she took off instantly.
Lester scribbled on today's paper all the while he gazed at Selina: every moment counted. Selina stiffly blew him a kiss and went off.