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Benefits come with the ring

While most people would just buy a plane ticket and fly normally to Metropolis, or any other city, for that matter, Selina Kyle is not most people. She is still, no matter what else, Bruce Wayne's fiance. This means she can get on a few other planes and jets that most people cannot access.

Thus, she's easily able to get onto a mostly private jet headed to Metropolis with little problem. It is a short flight - up and down again within just over an hour. Leaning back in the seat, she kicks off her shoes and closes her eyes. It will be nice to have some time to herself.

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Or would be, anyway. Just as the waitress comes to check on the future Ms. Wayne, she hears a slightly gruff voice from the seat next to her.

"Scotch on the rocks please, love, and whatever the lady Kyle is having."

Usually she's be able to shrug it off and not show the shock or relief or any of the strong emotions that hearing that accent stirs up in her all at once. "How the hell..."

But she knows the answer. The obvious one, at least.

"It's what I do, pet." He raises the glass to her in a toast, and then downs it in one go.

"And what is it you do these days?"

"Revenge."

One word. It nicely encompasses what it is she's trying to do but it doesn't at all touch how impossible what she wants is. It will make her feel better to try. It will make her feel better to cause some wreckage. It won't heal the things she's ignoring because she doesn't even know how to start.

What to say? Warn her about the dangers of revenge? Make some sad attempt to placate her somehow, as if any words could ever make the death of anyone--much less a loved one--okay?

No, sorry. Not Constantine's style.

"Want help?"

Selina looks toward him and presses her lips together in that way she does when she's trying to figure out what words to use instead of the ones that came to mind. Instead of speaking, she reaches out and puts her hand on his arm.

He doesn't pull his away.

"Do you know who it was?"

"Oh yes."

Selina looks at him, her hand clenching on his arm for a few moments, "I can't get to him. I happen to be going, though, where a lot of things have his name on them."

"And with this plane going to Metropolis, I'd say that narrows down the choices a bit."

He contemplates lighting a cigarette, but he'd rather not bring the stewardess back just yet to tell him to put it out.

"Why can't you get to him?"

"He's not there. In fact, he's not on planet any more, from what I've been told." Her hand relaxes once again on his arm, her head falling back against the headrest.

"Hm. Might be something I can do about that--though off-planet is a bit out of my league. Still, I'll at least look into it."

His arm rotates just enough that he can take her fingers into his own.

She holds his hand. There is a pang of something in her as she does it, a worry, a sense of guilt... something twinges and hurts and then goes quiet again. "No. If you're going to do something like that... I'd rather you look for..."

For Bruce.

She doesn't have to say it. He nods, an unspoken agreement. If he can find any sign of the Bat, she'll know.

It is a hard thing to ask him to do. It would be hard for her to ask anyone but asking him specifically, it is hard. "And, well, I could always use the help."

A pause.

"Or just accompanying snarky commentary."

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"Let's go with the second then. You know how lazy I am, pet."

He doesn't let out a real laugh, but the grin on his face is laughter enough. For anyone else, he wouldn't bother looking. That she can't ask is why he can look--pain him though it does. He needs to let her know that without telling her--so lightening the mood should do the trick.

"Mmmmmm. I imagined as much."

Carefully, she leans in and kisses his cheek lightly. It is a very, very light touch, taking a few brief moments. "Still, you might have fun. There is a tv studio and a high class hotel on the list." And a weapons manufacturer and a video game developer as well but those aren't likely as interesting.

"Why not? I did have a mate back in school always wanted to see me in a leather catsuit, after all."

This is a bad idea and he knows it, but sometimes the worst ideas are the best ones.

"You're telling me you haven't worn one before? For some reason, I find that hard to believe." With him here, she'll likely be able to actually sleep on the plane ride - a few more hours of sleep than she's been able to get easily in awhile.

"I figure we can change around the teleprompter or something as amusing. The hotel, of course, will be where we stay. Everything else, though, well, there are a lot of Luthor's secrets to be had and sold.

Maybe given away.

"A Lady doesn't kiss and tell."

She'll sleep, and he'll rest easy knowing that she's sleeping. As easy as rest ever comes to him, anyway.

"And since when are you a lady?"

Her eyes close, leaning back into the seat, still holding onto his hand.

"Not since we switched, anyway. Who knows, maybe I learned something then."

He grips hers, but not too tightly. Just enough to be reassuring.

"Oh, I'm certain you learned a lot more than I wanted you to learn about ladies and myself specifically." At some point, she might well ask him if he actually did get around to .... anything. Some part of her wants to know in a slightly desperate sort of way.

"And I don't even want to think about what you got up to with mine. I mean, just thinking about being touched like that by - "

He catches himself just in time--or more honestly, not nearly early enough.

"Well, it just wasn't fun."

"Hey, I didn't do anything. I woke up next to a woman who was more than ready and willing and it was not simple walking out of there ..." Selina re-opens her eyes and looks at him through the narrow openings.

"And I'm a lot of fun."

"You are at that, pet. Would I be here otherwise?"

No comments on the thought of Selina and Bea--in whatever body. Nor on the sort of nighttime visions THAT'S gonna give him.

"I don't know, luv. You work in mysterious ways, all fancy and shadowy." She does a really decent impression of his accent, wearing an approximation of his usual sneer. It looks different and yet the same on her face.

His own face contorts slightly, to take on her bemused expression and his body even adopts a more slinky pose. It's a very Catwoman sight.

"As I recall, you tend to work fancy and shadowy yourself."

"You might have a point there but there isn't much mysterious about my work and you should really go with that look." There is a pause where she's somewhere between both looks, an odd combination, "I'm sure it'd work for you."

There is a glance to the stewardess as she goes past.

"Sorry love, but I haven't worn a catsuit in years, and the only one who saw it is 'straight' now."

The smirk is more his own this time, that teasing expression that says there's a story he won't be telling.

"Wasn't saying you should. Just saying you'd have a decent chance here." Her fingers rethread between his and she leans her head back, pulling her legs up into the seat with her. "Just let me know if you want to go for it."

Challenging to read the message she's sending with her words and her actions being so opposed.

"Why not? Someone's got to keep you in trouble, after all."

John has made some colossal mistakes in his life, and there's not a doubt in his mind that this will one day be on that list. Still, he isn't saying no.

With that, Selina closes her eyes. She may or may not get any sleep on this flight. It is completely insane, however, that the chances she will have increased with Constantine's presence in the seat next to her.

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