<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>May 1st, 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Wayne Manor<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Her trademark costume<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Damian, (Mentions: Bruce, Alfred)<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Selina sighed and chuckled softly. "Bruce had a kid? and you're that kid? Aren't you a bit old to be the son of a 28 year old bachelor?" Selina asked with a look of confusion on her features. Was this guy telling her the truth? or was it some elaborate guise? If he was telling the truth.. then what exactly is going on here... Bruce, Alfred, One of them would have to have some information to offer, or at the very least have at least a personal theory as to what the hell was going on... right? "You've never heard of the Siren's club? it's only the most happening club the Narrows was ever home to!" She said with a smile. She rolled her shoulders in a slight shrug. "As for Barb, You know Commissioner Gordon right? Well He just became the commissioner.. He more than deserved it... anyway.. Barb is his ex.. She is the owner of the Siren's club!" She said offering a nod.<br/><br/><br/>"New heck no! The Siren's Club's been around since I was Oh 14 or 15! It was something different though before Barb took over. And was owned by a total boob." Selina said with a chuckle. She gave another swift shrug of her shoulders and moved to the fridge and opened it She would rummage through it looking for something to eat.. She Perked up, "Milk!" she said getting the milk container out and then grabbing anything sweet she could find that would go well with the glass of milk she was planning to have! She'd find a snack and pour a glass of milk and return the milk container and clean her mess up before moving to have a seat. "You want a glass? Or how about a sandwich? I'm only offering this one time cause you seem to need something to eat.. Hunger usually makes people cranky!" She teased with a playful purr as she made herself at home in the kitchen once more.<br/><br/><br/>"Speaking of Alfred and Bruce, When should we be expecting them? I have alto of questions and zero answers!" She admitted. She truly was confused as well as a bit in shock with the new Intel she has learned from the one Professing to be the Son of her recent Ex/Best friend. "So I mean.. You and Bruce do sort of have the same fashion sense! I could see you two being related." She said with a nod. Taking a moment to ponder then chiming back in. "So, If you're Bruce's son, Who's the lucky mother?" She asked curiously taking a bite of her food and washing it down with her milk her eyes still trained studiously on the man.