“If you want to know something about me, just ask.” // @catalismic
“Fair enough,” Dick leaned back in the chair, pondering a question to ask Selina. There weren’t many, really. She and Bruce may have clashed in the mask a lot but it was nothing compared to others in Gotham. He could ask a lot of things, but honestly, her reasons for stealing were probably not his concern. He’d let Bruce interrogate about that kind of thing, “I’ve got to ask,” he began, finally, “what made you pick the cat theme?” it was an honest question and he was genuinely curious, “I gotta know. Was it a love of cats, an aesthetic choice, or just wanting to make the whole cat burgler figure of speech literal?” it was funny that he’d known Selina for all these years, yet he’d never asked her why she picked a cat theme.
Call it a woman’s intuition, but Selina could sense that he had questions ; it would be foolish to not have any, given how they knew each other. She had known him since he was running around in those brightly colored costumes, playing sidekick to the bat. But circumstances, and times, had certainly changed since then. His question, however, caught her attention. Catwoman. There wasn’t much to the name, per say, but the story behind the mask was always more intriguing.
“I do love cats, feline empathy and all. And it does have a certain flare given my line of work,” she replied, smirking. Cat burglar wasn’t an insult, not to her. Not when she could steal all the riches that the wealthy hoarded. “But that’s not the answer you want, is it?”
She paused for a moment, recalling her own past. There wasn’t much worth hiding at this point, nothing to get her into trouble, that is. “I was thrown onto the streets like a stray cat, fending for survival. My mother also liked cats.” Tragic stories were practically the foundation of Gotham. “And here I expected you to ask about my acrobatics.”
