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The Slammer
Hacking and coughing, the assassin is still alive. His fingers twitch towards the larger man's throat, but he's too weak to mount any sort of attack, and besides which, he lacks leverage.
He stares at his captor with hate, though. And Bolton realizes that his suicide wasn't cowardice. It was something else entirely.
Selina Kyle
Take a walk down the streets. Get the City back under my feet again.
At this late hour, the streets of Gotham are nearly empty. Those who still walk the sidewalks are those seeking dark deeds and darker pleasures. Women on street corners and dealers in alleys. Selina can tell from experience the fate of some of the people out at this hour. A man had forgotten to take off his designer watch; he'd be dead before morning. Another displayed his gun openly; a women who worked under him was going to get shot.
And as Selina walks, lost in thought, in a sort of Zen state. She is aware simultaneously of the world around her and the world within, of the facts and random insights swirling and melding together. She does not clear her mind, nor does she attempt any sort of inner peace. That would defeat the purpose; it is not to walk away from the world, or to embrace it, but to be part of it. To be in that time between then and will be. She closes her eyes, just for a moment, then opens them.
She had precious few leads, and the one she had had evaporated with the masked man. And amongst some of the equipment that Fox had bought was eerily similar to that which he had used. Time to pay the former vice-president of Wayne Enterprises a visit.