Catwoman? Selina's eyebrows crawled up visibly and she laughed, glancing away herself, for a moment.

"Jesus. Yeah, Pete, narcissistic, complacent rich guys. That's my type." She shook her head a little and reached back to twist her hair up off her neck, rope it in a messy bun and tie it off. It fell in a way that looked impeccably styled.

"But who doesn't enjoy a little notoriety. Is that why you're friends?" she asks, angling her gaze back at him.

"You're super heroes?"