<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Catwoman</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Watchtower</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Fate</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> G</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">The conversation grows terse, leaving only thoughts to churn within the ivory cranium. She knew not of who he spoke of but by extension of trust, she'd remain receptive; it was her nature. Selina nods, boots quietly thud against the flooring as they make their way toward the device. Keen eyne glance from one expanse to the other, looking for what she does not say. They eventually keel towards the screen, taking note of it and then the corner that he clearly indicates as the teletransportation before glancing back again. There's no question of how J'onn would know of her arrival, given the technological advances of security cameras, she assumes it is just that, though their hidden placement piques excited interest that dimples cheeks slightly. <br/><br/><strong>"<em>Per</em>fect." </strong>She chides. <strong>"Oh? Do you--" </strong><br/><br/>Gilded form perishes in beautiful reluctance, like an evening star, the sigil burns and dies with faint embers nothing more than floating dust motes dancing in lurid beams. The mirthful grin ebbs, settling in a soft line of features. All that was left to do was to cross the short threshold, in doing so she'll be ushered to a new location. Without further hesitation, the lone figure glides toward it and the end result births her expected arrival elsewhere. <br/>  </span></span>