"Have I been gone that long? Well, let's remedy that, yes?"

Texts both Harley Quinn. and Poison Ivy.. 📲 My place. Tonight. Bring your nice asses over.

"Have I? What makes you say or think that?" As usual, she is playing coy.

Damn houseplants. Though, she can't gripe about it. Ivy did give then to Selina. So, she treasured them. "Seems I'll have to quiet myself around them then."

"Do you? What have you heard exactly? I tend to say a lot."

"Then it seems you hear quite a bit. Tell me, do you listen closely to everything? Hmm?" Is now inching her way closer to the botanist.

"Everything. It seems I have no privacy. How bothersome." Leaning in close, she wraps one arm around Ivy's neck, leaning in, and whispering. "What if I told you I do, certain things, on purpose?" Cue a kiss to her cheek.

"Good. It would be a shame if all that, 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, went to waste." Once they were up close and personal, Selina couldn't help but to hike up one leg, wrapping it around Ivy's waist. "Do you love me, Pamela?"

"I've been away for quite some time from him. All I care about are you, and the bumbling idiot." A hand trails its way down along Ivy's jawline, before placing a soft, tender kiss on her chin. "You're the only two I will ever need. Well, and my cats, of course."

"Though, she takes those words with grace, doesn't she?" Selina absolutely loved Harley and Ivy. Nobody else would ever be needed. The two kept Selina interested. Not to mention, the deep love she had for them. "Do you? You should hear my other tunes." Quick peck to her lips.

"She is as crazy as ever. Though, she's 𝒐𝒖𝒓 crazy." Lingering close, Selina smirks at Ivy's statement. Of course the floral one would want to hear the other tunes. "Then make me sing them."

WHIP CRACK.

"𝑴𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉." 🩸 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆/𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 🩸 𝑫𝑪𝑹𝑷/𝑴𝑽𝑹𝑷 🩸 𝑺𝑳 𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 🩸 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍

Cracks her whip, then wraps it around her waist. "Mmmm. This kitty has been gone for far too long. Time to play."

Wakes up. Hungover. About 16 cats laying around and on her. "Ugh. My head."

Going on a walk, looking around the city, Selina runs a hand through her short hair, and then walks into a pet store. Her babies need food, toys, and new litter.

Yawning, she wakes up by stretching her arms up above her head. Putting nothing but a shirt on, heading to her kitchen, she rubs her eyes, and ruffles her messy short hair. Then, begins to make seem coffee. Watching the coffeemaker, she sighs. "Could you be any slower?"

To judge one on assumptions one makes, is a quick way to make an idiot out of them.

Smart.

Stretches her arms up above her head. Then cracks her neck. Sighing, Selina takes a sip of her tea. "Today should be quite beautiful. Don't you think so, Hima?" A small tuxedo kitten meows and rubs against her leg. "I'm glad you think so."