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The job seemed easy enough. It was supposed to be quick and to the point; which it was. When they arrived at the dingy motel room, all Emma wanted to do was catch some sleep. However, it was always hard to wind down from a job, and the hour before sleep actually took her was spent with small talk with Selina. To no surprise, Emma did not generally get along with other woman; she never really connected with them as much as one would originally assume. Than again, Selina was not your typical woman.

       She enjoyed her company, or as much as someone like her could. Other than Jonathan, Emma did not have too many people in her life. But really, it was better that way. Emma did not need too many people in her life. Letting people in? Yeah, not exactly her thing.

       Feeling a shake on her shoulder, Emma stirred slowly, eyes fluttering in a groggy manner. “What?“ She snapped quietly. Hopefully Selina would not take it to heart, she was just a bit on the cranky side when she was rudely awoken. However, hearing the distant blare of the sirens and the loud commotion of stomping feet, she jolted upright. How the Hell did she sleep through all that?

                              “Shit!” A swear as she threw herself off the bed, grabbing the things she had not packed and slung her bag over her shoulders. “I don’t think he’d like that too well,” she quipped, giving a wrinkle of her nose before she jerked her chin toward the window.

                                          “C’mon, you first—
                                                    — I’ll make up for this with dinner.”

         Because if Emma hated anything, it was being a hinder. 

       “He’d probably skin me,” is the dryly muttered reply as Selina shoves the dresser across the carpeted floor to press against the door. One last glance at the barricade is all she spares before she turns away to sling her bag across her chest, cinching the straps tight so that it wouldn’t flap around and hinder her movements as they escaped the police.

       A pounding of fists and a cacophony of yells spurred Selina’s actions faster as she vaulted over the bed and toward the window where Emma stood waiting. Grabbing onto the windowsill, she poked her head outside and took in the numbers of police waiting on the ground. A grimace twisted her features, although a ruthless light burned behind her eyes now. “We’re going to have to go with rooftops –– too many ground units.” Her territory.

       Perhaps it was just an innate curiosity, but Selina wanted to see how well Emma would fare on the frantic shambles that was Gotham’s cityscape. No one said this escape would be easy. She clambered out of the dingy window, one hand tightly gripping the window frame as she swung outward, grunting softly as she found a grip on the brick wall. It was a matter of a quick scramble with fingers in crevices and toes dancing on tiny ledges to reach the roof.

       Once having secured the area, she looked back to where Emma was. “Better be a damn good dinner after this is over,” was her response as they stood on the roof of the motel. She gestured for the other woman to take the lead for the moment as she re-cinched the bag that hung at her back. No need for any of her gear to come into play just yet.

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