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ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Living up to its namesake, Gotham was always so dark that nights bled into days. Sometimes the only way to tell which was which is by the neon lights that adorned nearly every façade. Currently they buzzed and reflected on rain soaked streets as Selina made her way down a familiar alleyway. They were all familiar to her now. She knew her way around the seedy underbelly of the city like she knew the back of her hand.
The cat burglar’s current mark moved along the shadows, thinking himself perfectly sneaky. She smirked to himself from under her knit cowl, amused that he had no idea he was being stalked. All the rich government officials were the same. They thought themselves invincible, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Mr. High-and-Mighty had been flashing around some major cash recently and Selina was sure that there was nothing legal in the way it was obtained. It's like he was begging to have it stolen, so really, she felt she was doing him a favor.
Just as she was ready to pounce, she saw another movement in the shadows. Someone else was in the alley... Someone who really had to know what they were doing to not be detected by Selina.
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ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Zatanna's answer elicited a smirk from Selina's lips before she even finished talking. Pulling off her woolen cowl, the cat burglar slunk gracefully to one of the chairs in Zatanna's living room. She sunk down on it, ankles draped over the arm rest in a completely casual pose. There was no reason for her not to feel at home. The magician was an old friend of hers. They'd both worked a fancy, high end private party at the Iceberg Lounge one night (Selina never understood adults who hire magicians, but with Zatanna's curves and flowing locks, she could see how the male persuasion were swayed). They hit it off and had been friends since.
It was Zatanna's last comment that made Selina snort in amusement. "That loser? Definitely a Star City type," she agreed. "I may have had my eye on him since he first rolled into Gotham, but it wasn't until I heard what he had planned for you, honey, that I pulled the trigger. So to speak." Then she lifted a gloved hand to look at the giant rock that glittered on her finger. "Besides, he might have shit for brains when it comes to social cues, but he sure as hell has good taste in jewelry." She smiled, admiring the diamond, not bothered about whatever arm candy it was originally meant for.
As though coming out of a beautiful day dream, Selina's eyes focused on her friend across the room and she finally lowered her hand. "You won't have to worry about that blowhard anymore. I promise you that, sweetheart."
Response to @felin3fatal3 -> "The least I could do was rob him."
"You did that for me? Sounds like I owe you dinner."
Zatanna couldn't help but grin at the idea of Selina robbing the rich businessman that had tried to run her out of town. The businessman thought it would be a good idea to set up an entertainment area in the city - like a tourist attraction. Animal tamers, fire dancers, magicians. The whole shindig. In Gotham, the best way to attract attention was to chase out the competition that'd staked their claim on the clientele years ago.
The fact that Zatanna couldn't just use her magic to deal with the businessman had been frustrating. However, with Selina robbing the man of every cent he had, that meant the businessman would never even have a chance to try and be her competition for the stage.
"Unless you already planned to rob the guy from the get-go? Guess he was a great target, especially since the man has been flashing cash since he stepped into the city. It was obvious that businessman wasn't from around here."
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )
⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?
⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?
⊹ — GEMINI . ≻ how does your muse communicate with others ? ≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? ≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ? ≻ how does your muse react to change ?
⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?
⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?
⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?
⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?
⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?
⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?
⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?
⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?
⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?
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ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ The railings of balconies and fire escapes were slick with previously fallen rain. That made sliding from one to the other all the easier for Selina as she gracefully leapt from building to building towards her destination. The cat burglar was well aware that she was late to the rendezvous, but she had her reasons. Two-Face had a reputation in Gotham, but she'd never worked with him before and wanted to do her homework. She might metaphorically have nine lives, but why waste one being so careless?
The street lamp was out over the alley, allowing darkness to completely swallow it whole. She knew it wasn't empty, though. Landing on her feet, making only a small splash in a puddle, Selina stood and regarded her current partner. "Relax, honey," she cooed, a carefree smirk playing over the parts of her face visible under her cowl. She knew his injuries would be a sight, but seeing the scars up close didn't come close to what she saw in pictures. "The Bernadottes' will be an in and out job. I've seen what their safe looks like and it'll be a piece of cake. Just hold up your end of the deal and everything will be smooth as silk."
SELINA KYLE 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞
❝ Any longer && we'd may as well just do ourselves int'the pigs ! ❞ If any of them saw 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 waiting around the alleys of GOTHAM like this no sooner after they escaped ARKHAM ? She knew the risk already damn feline / @felin3fatal3 ! She kept them waiting ; either out of carelessness or to rattle his cage like frigging canary at her mercy . 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 . He would never succumb to that .
❝ What were yer even doin' yer 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 ? I said meet me here at 2 it's now 4 ! It'll be daylight before we hit the BERNADOTTES' ! ❞ A wealthier family in GOTHAM . Much like most of the aristocrats here they built their fortune on top of a pile of corpses for the mob !
A promise on the grave of my parents; With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility
Written by Jay. He/Him. 30+
ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ It was only half a surprise to hear the heavy boots of the Batman taking chase. He was the good guy, after all. The city's protector and Selina... She didn't quite know where she fit in. Gotham had always resembled a cesspool of crime and corruption to her. As far as she was concerned, it was every man for himself.
....and every cat for herself.
Small in stature, Selina was nimble as she dashed across the rooftop, dodging cables and satellite dishes and eventually ending up in the alley. With the city already mapped out in her mind's eye, she aimed to continue down the alley and take a right. Before she could, though, the loud metallic clang of the batarang hit the brick wall next to her, sending a spark in warning.
Selina quickly changed her trajectory and dove in through the open window of an auto repair garage. It was closed down for the night and she hoped to lose him, but she could still hear him hot on her tail.
Bruce didn't... regret the words immediately, but he had to admit they might have been too hasty. His eyes were unreadable and the cowl hid enough of his face that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, which ultimately had been the goal- to make himself seem like more than a man.
But he also had no idea what Selina was thinking.
The darkness covered him like a protective blanket, and the sounds of his city... of Gotham; the only place he would ever call him, soothed him. That familiar anger settled into his chest because Bruce Wayne didn't trust anyone; it was the only way he could survive as Batman and yet... he had trusted her.
"You're better than this."
But Selina was already taking off, and Bruce had to ignore the urge to throw a batarang at her, something told him she was too clever for that so rather he took off after her. Pulling out a batarang he threw it off to the side, hoping to head her off in the direction he wanted.
ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ A plan was forming nicely in Selina's mind until an unknown voice distracted her. Turning, brown eyes narrowed at Gotham's celebrity heir, Bruce Wayne. She didn't have to babysit drunk billionaires looking to score, but she also couldn't afford to piss him off and be thrown out of the party. After all, she'd snuck in and needed to keep a low profile. Turning away from him as though she were bored already, Selina made sure her target was still in sight.
"Sure. Just got in Monday," she answered, giving Bruce a half lie. She did just return to Gotham that day, but she figured there was no reason to divulge the fact that Gotham was her original home. Returning her gaze to the man beside her, she gave her blonde wig a little shake to rid her eyes of the hair. "Do you always keep tabs on everyone in Gotham? Sounds tedious, Mr. Wayne." The corners of her mouth twitched in a teasing smirk.
The flood relief benefit offered two main advantages- one it would allow Bruce to use his other name to good use, helping citizens finally reclaim the parts of their city, and two it would allow him to closer monitor the ongoing crime wave. No matter how hard he fought he couldn't seem to put a dent in it, but getting them all together?
Bruce was confident he could at least get something.. find something.
The last person he had expected to run into was Selina; though he supposed he should have seen it coming, the other woman always had a way of surprising him. Clearing his throat he took a step forward, falling into the mask of the playboy. "I don't recognize you." he lied, waving down a waiter and grabbing a drink. "New in town?" he asked, careful to keep his voice light and his gaze soft.