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Added 2019-09-16 17:00:00 +0000 UTCAt times, it was good for Selina to self-reflect. That was a rare skill in Gotham, and now she was in Khadym, sweating her ass off in black leather, bruised and bad-hair-dayed from fighting an army of ninjas. Bruce at least had taken the lion’s share of them. Now she had to take on Talia al Ghul.
If anyone asked, it was to get Holly Robinson, to reverse Selina’s conviction for the vigilante killings and get her free and clear again. Insane, and like most insane things in her life, related to Bruce, but that wasn’t the half of it. The fact was Talia was Bruce’s ex, the mother of his child, and she’d have something to say about him getting married. And as long as she was going to say something, Selina preferred Talia do it to her face. Before the wedding. She didn’t want Princess Jasmine ruining her big day.
“Do you have a sword?” Talia asked. Even her accent was sexy, a sultry caress full of smoke and sweetness.
“Don’t need one,” Selina retorted, uncoiling her whip and giving it a vindictive trial snap.
