The knocks echoed the room once more, Selina clutching the liqour bottle within her grasp, before letting it realease onto her coffee table, she then painfully drug herself off the couch, every movement pulling at her bandaged torso.
Oulling the door open with a a swift flick
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
"Who was knocking on the feline's door?" you might be wondering...
Well... somebody that Selina probably wouldn't have expected to drop by.
It was Harvey Dent, or Two-face as he liked to be called now.