The mystery was still profound--and one that Selina would not let go of so easily.

The unknown deliverer of whatever that was seemed to be quite in a hurry. The Cat had tagged behind many a foe, and was far from worried about losing her target.

Was target an adequate description of the fleeing silhouette? Perhaps not. There was no real danger to be had, although she was far from discounting the other as not dangerous. She was simply on high alert. Determined to find out who it was and why they had the audacity to make themselves at home--albeit briefly--uninvited.

Beneath the clouds of uncertainty and suspicion, Selina was certainly intrigued. While hovering upon the edges of rooftops to avoid certain detection, careful emerald eyes watched as this figure held their own on the busy Metropolis streets. After twilight there was nothing more dangerous than a concrete jungle’s alleyways and streets barely lit with flickering incandescent light. This one seemed to know the area like the back of their hand--navigating with ease, taking down the riff-raff as if they’d done this every day of their life.

She’d have to be watchful of this one. They may give her a run for her money.

Skinny high heels long discarded, Selina continued to slink along the city skyline in her party dress as if she were an alley cat after her prey. This mission was not just to satisfy her own curiosities. She wanted to let the others know that she always had their backs. She wanted Damian to know that almost more than anyone else. How could she begin to adjust to this new life if the family could not rely on her? Taking a unique liking to her youngest bird didn’t help, either. If there were forces out there that wanted to stir the pot, to make some trouble…

Selina would meet them head-on.

The assailant continued to flee by vehicle. Selina sucked in her breath, a bit bothered that she’d have to sweat to keep up with them. Beneath her own dress her handy weapon was holstered. Using her bullwhip, Selina stayed out of any direct beams of light--taking flight building-by-building while the car below puttered to a predetermined location.

To her surprise, the car seemed to make its trek back into Gotham. A breathy sigh emerged, and the Cat managed to cross the bridge by hitching a ride upon a trailered truck. Perching upon the top she remained unseen as she crossed back into familiar territory. At least now she’d know her way around. No disadvantages would be had.

Squinting her eyes as if it would help her keep tabs on the car, brows raised earnestly as Selina realized that they were headed into the lucrative Diamond District--and straight for a famously luxurious hotel. The truck seemed to be headed for the industrial zone of the city, and so Selina used her whip to swing from an overhead pass sign--landing with a light thud on a neighboring SUV. It seemed to brake a bit, unsure whether they hit something. The pause in transit was minute as the van continued along its way, assisting the kitty in making it to her final destination. She removes herself from the vehicle as it decides to use valet. Selina could make it on foot here. The parking garage was surprisingly dim, with plenty of spaces to hide and crawl behind.

“Svelte. Small frame. A girl,” she muttered under her breath as she spot the figure exiting her vehicle as the valet takes her keys. Was Damian dating someone? Only he would manage to find a girlfriend that was part-assassin, part-ninja. Selina tittered to herself, finding amusement in her wild thoughts. Still, the Robin was seventeen now. Surely he wouldn’t be that embarrassed to showcase a new girlfriend at his own party. Selina pursed her lips, partly blaming Bruce. “Stunting that poor boy, he should be comfortable with dating by now…”

Now came the difficult part. While the still-mysterious woman disappeared into a well-lit lobby and seemingly to her room, Selina was left to figure out an alternative point of entry. While the general public was allowed to browse the lobby, only paid patrons were able to go upstairs. Desperate now, Selina retrieved what seemed like an ordinary pair of sunglasses from a hook in her bra. Donning them quickly, the Cat focused upon the woman’s frame.

“- - Analysis complete. Tracking initiated.- -”

They came in handy, these experimental devices from Wayne Enterprises. Luckily enough for her, Selina had access to prototypes and beta testing privileges. Though they appear simply as an expensive pair of fancy frames, the glasses were a new technology being developed for the purposes of augmented reality and portable information access. A few tweaks however, and a girl could manage to make them useful for…

Business purposes.

With the woman’s signature locked into her spectacles, Selina could easily find a far side of the hotel to scale. Getting in would be no problem.

“- -Target distance: 43 floors,- -” the device quipped.

“Gives a whole new meaning to living the high life,” Selina quipped, preparing herself for yet another workout. Though she complained, the kitten was in perfect physical health--climbing the sleek hotel in height, taking her no less than 30 odd minutes to make it to her destination. Luckily for her, the upper floors were littered with balconies. And balconies were very easy to break into.

Especially if they were already open.

“- -Arrived.- -” The glasses pointed her in the right direction, Selina now standing upon a balcony with doors wide open. She removed the technology, placing them into her dress once again.

“Is that how you greet all of your boyfriends on their birthdays?” the Cat inquired, intending to make her presence known. Perhaps a bit foolhardy, but her blood was pumping and the adrenaline already flowed. If it was a match she wanted, it was a match she’d get. “Dropping off strange pieces of mail, then leaving suddenly? We would have surely welcomed you in, dear.”