Bitter men with bitter smiles milled around Gotham City, weeping with shimmering jewels and shiny plastic credit cards. Selina loved herself a rich man with nothing else to do but get himself wasted while putting all of his alcohol on daddy’s tab, with daddy’s car keys and money stuffed in his pockets. Flash ‘em a pretty smile and watch ‘em fumble to whip it out for a bathroom stall quickie, and then realize that their flirty companion had stolen their goods and hightailed it before they could stuff her with their daddy issues.
Perhaps that’s where she made her first misstep, a cat caught in a mouse trap because she always liked a bit of cheese with her milk. What could she say? She was always fond of dairy-
She was not, however, fond of being manhandled by goons in plastic masks because she may or may not have attempted to take their boss’ pretty new car (and his pretty new fling, she liked redheads). She would say “shoot me” if the joke wasn’t met with literal bullets from literal guns, and she was filled with not so theoretical holes that Roman Sionis would take pleasure in-
Well, the bastard had an obvious torture fetish, it wouldn’t take much to connect the dots.
It was with an unceremonious toss that she found herself in the aforementioned Mobster’s presence. She grunted and rolled to her knees, looking sharply over her shoulders at the men that had carried her halfway across Gotham on the whims of a manchild. Color her surprised, she’d pissed Sionis off. Again. For the third time that month.
❝Mind teaching your boys some manners, lover?❞ Selina asked sharply, eyeing the man with extreme caution, watching for a subtle movement that would end with her brains not-so-subtly decorating the carpet. ❝I like your suit, by the way. Italian? Didn’t take you for a Prada man, but I didn’t take you for much of a man anyway. Who kidnaps an innocent girl just trying to make a living? Scandalous.❞
Contrary to popular belief, he did not want Selina dead. No, no, no, it was honestly quite the opposite – you see, he simply couldn't live without her. What would a crime-lord be without competition, without an enemy to level the full of his wrath on? He had already won several of their spats. He'd even taught her a trick or two – taught her not to fall in love or even like people. People were a beautiful little liability, anyways.
Of course, he knew that. She had just tried to make a runaway with his little arm ornament; even if she was just this week's lover it was still quite annoying to have your things taken away from you.
Contrary to popular belief, he did not want Selina dead. In line with it, he did want to see her strung up on his wall, sporting a few new cuts and bruises, perhaps a brand in his name, marking her as his.
❝ — Aw kitten, y'know ya can't teach ole' dogs new tricks. My boys are a lil' bit too set on roughin' up anything in their path. I'd say they like it, really. — ❞ Without moving from his seat, Roman pretended to not sneak even the slightest look at the woman, acting as though he was examining his fingernails, picking dirt and blood from beneath them. ❝ — You've got some sharp words there, pussy cat. I guess you have to have claws everywhere – otherwise the big bad wolf will eat'cha up, fur an' all. Not sure if this wolf would be satisfied though. Not after he ate up all your friends. — ❞
Sionis couldn't help it; his lips twisted into a smile. Practically danced right into a smile. Those had been fun days. Now he settled for making sure to pick up and break any little kid that the bleeding heart in a catsuit tried to help. Har har, momma cat wanting to protect all those little kittens and stretching herself too thin – she was so funny, so funny and so weak when it came to really trying to keep him out.
❝ — You know, 'innocent' people seem ta get hurt a lil' bit more often than others. Do you wanna become somethin' of a martyr tonight, pretty kitty? Right ole' spandex saint. C'mon, let's take a stroll then. — ❞
The mobster rocked back in his chair and then forward again, coming to his feet with a little bit of a huff before stalking towards her and circling her once, slowly. Satisfied with her bonds still being in good condition, he swept down with ease and grabbed her upper arm tight in his hand. ❝ — An' let's talk 'bout your options. I have the venue for your great sacrifice, a'course. It's not too far – I hope you don't mind the stairs too badly. Can't have you crawling along walls like you seem so fond of doing — . ❞
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