Batman's grip was like iron, but Sela wasn't done. She could feel the heat building in her chest again.
"Admit I don't know what I'm doing?" Sela gritted her teeth, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "How about I admit I don't like being touched?"
She didn't try to muscle out of the hold this time. Instead, she let her Ki flare in a sharp, sudden burst. A shockwave of white energy rolled off her body, the raw pressure forcing Batman to let go and skidding him back several feet across the girder.
Sela flipped backward, landing on the very edge of the crane. She looked at her hands, then back at the two heroes.
"You're good, Big Bat. Really good," she said, her tail flicking with a mix of annoyance and excitement. "But if you wanted a student, you should've brought a brochure, not a plane."
She kicked off the metal, launching herself into the night sky. She didn't have a flight path; she just wanted distance.
"Target is airborne!" Robin shouted, reaching for his grapple.
"Negative, Robin," Batman's voice cut through the air. He stood at the edge of the girder, watching the faint trail of white light disappear into the Gotham clouds. "Let her go. She isn't going far with that level of control."
High above the city, Sela pushed her speed until the wind roared in her ears. Her chest still ached from Batman's hit, and her pride was bruised, but she couldn't stop grinning.
"A danger to myself, huh?" she muttered to the empty air, glancing back at the shrinking construction site. "We'll see about that. Next time, I'm bringing my own toys."
She banked hard toward the East End, her stomach growling. Fighting masked men was exhausting work, and she still hadn't eaten.