cat got your tongue?

CATWOMAN selina kyle. thief. bad bitch. live fast. love hard. die young. leave a good-smelling corpse.

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diana had been slightly shocked at what she was seeing, who would of ever guessed catwoman had a heart. diana had only ever been met with bitter remarks, most often times sarcastic and truly had doubted the woman of any morals especially when it came to the security of others. though–, this was very wrong of her to do, to believe in such a doubt of a person and now, she really did have to admit she was wrong and in any case, simply wanted to apologize for having jumped to such a conclusion. “i did not know of the pure deeds you take part in, a ROBIN HOOD sort of deed, is it not ?”

there was something about diana that always rubbed her the wrong way - her moral superiority complex. she had that issue with bruce and his merry band of side kicks, but at least they occasionally acknowledged that there was some grey area between what they deemed to be right and wrong. she’d never experienced diana understanding that. though she’d never admit it, she respected diana in her own way - that respect was the only thing that had her lowering her weapon. “ contrary to popular belief, i’m not a monster. kid didn’t deserve to starve. ” selina remembered all too well how it felt to be that young, starving and scared, taking care of maggie. she wouldn’t wish that on any child. “ hardly call myself a robin hood though. ”

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amidst all the panic, the heroes of gotham were far more preoccupied with the looming demise of humanity than the petty crime that was carried out by the lowest of gotham - meaning her old haunts on the east end were once again booming. an individual by the name of harrison had almost completely taken over the food supply on the east end, meaning that selina was now quite close and plotting the demise of said individual named harrison. she had been sneaking food to some of the children ever since she lured him into her bed - something that he was seeming to catch onto and forced her to be more careful than usual. everyone was just so paranoid during such insanity. it made her scheming more difficult - but not impossible. one of her favorite kids - louisa, a tiny, scrappy thing that cared for her cats when selina was otherwise occupied - had just slipped out the back door after she shot the cat burglar a look. 

selina slipped out a few minutes after, carefully concealed bag of food in hand. the child was tending to jasper and luna when selina came outside, causing louisa to jump up and wield her makeshift weapon - a large pen with a jagged fork taped to it. “ easy, now. don’t want to hurt yourself with that, ” selina teased, revealing the bag behind her back. “ this is enough for you and your siblings to last another week. ” louisa grabbed the bag, offering selina a tight smile and a nod. the girl opened her mouth to speak, but selina cut her off when she heard footsteps approaching. “ go inside, ” she nodded at louisa, motioning for her to go inside and shutting the door the moment her feet crossed the threshold. the thief turned to face the newcomer, her whip settled against her hip and her knife in hand as they headed towards her. “ you need something? ”

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selina kyle

cat got your tongue?

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that’s all i’ve got for y’all tonight! i’ll get to babs and other starters tomorrow night hopefully!! feel free to message me on my writing blog ( riotgrrlwrites ) for plotting and memeing ( @ jay )

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ofhcllfire:

when she had come into the city, the primary concern was over the pesky undead. she was well-equipped to deal with them, so much to the point where she may as well have been pouring a flute of goût de diamants for herself and placing bets on who would and who wouldn’t make it out of the zombie invasion with all of their limbs still intact. now, there was nothing she could do. now, the only preventative she could take was to stay in her diamond form. normally, she would go against that – it was incredibly limiting. however, she couldn’t see there being a time in the foreseeable future in which she would need to read someone’s mind. in any case, she didn’t care to know what they were thinking. as much as she tried to distance herself from it, her role in genosha as one of the very, very few survivors was able to take its toll. she didn’t want to know what they were thinking, because god knows her students and all the other genoshans were thinking the exact same things in their last few seconds. she didn’t have to hear the hellions’ thoughts when they died, she didn’t have to hear sophie’s thoughts when she died, she didn’t have to hear esme’s thoughts when she died, she didn’t have to hear the thoughts of her students at manchester academy when they died as genosha crumbled, etc., etc., etc. she didn’t know these people, but why would she want to hear their dying thoughts ?? ( reading the thoughts of the undead was a completely different deal. )

at the same time, why not spend some time on the roof of a building ?? there was truly no better place to brood than some many stories high in the sky. “ darling, if diamonds can survive explosions twice the caliber of gotham’s starter kit, i believe i could sustain this fall. ” it didn’t take long for emma to recall something so very vital: this was the premature cat lady. she recalled the two cats she had on the roof with her – their names. “ given the fallacies surrounding the mythos over the lives of cats, i would suppose you’ve left your dear jasper and shadow down below ?? ”

the mentions of diamonds had her interest piqued. though her cats were her true loves, diamonds would always hold a special place in her heart – they were the first things the lusted after, well before she ever conceptualized a desire of another person. but the woman’s words were rather intriguing, though there didn’t seem to be much sense to them. “ so you’re indestructible, then? like a diamond? ” after the life that she had lived, after everything in gotham seemed to have crumbled and hell’s monsters were walking among them, the woman’s words hardly phased her. “ i don’t have any say in where they go. they tend to stick close to me when it benefits them but it seems that they’ve found shelter elsewhere, ” she continued to stare at the woman, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. “ i’m assuming you’re a telepath, correct? the alternative is stalker and i hardly think i’m someone that is worth stalking in the minds of most. ”

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The batwing flew as low as safety would allow it, Batman’s jaw clenching at the sight–Gotham was in ruins. Almost every building had collapsed, the large fissures running through the main streets making it almost impossible to move through ground level, forcing emergency services to rely on air support to evacuate survivors out of the most affected areas. People were being taken to the outskirts of the city, the asteroid shower and undead attack leaving them with little options as to where to go, government officials desperately trying to contact anyone outside of Gotham.

Part of Bruce wanted to say they had faced tragedies just as bad, that Gotham would rise from the ashes and find it’s strength once again. It was a city of survivors, of fighters, and they wouldn’t give up no matter how daunting the adversary was. The other however, couldn’t ignore the destruction around him, couldn’t ignore the death toll the GCPD kept updating, couldn’t erase the faces of children searching for their parents in the rubble. His city, his parents’ city…

Batman glided out of the plane and onto one of the few buildings still standing in the Diamond District, wincing at the pain at his side as his feet landed on the roof, forcing himself to move forward. He inspected his surroundings, searching for survivors and possible supplies, using his grapple gun to swing from rooftop to rooftop. He spotted a figure a feet or so away, brow furrowed under his cowl as he noticed they were going on the opposite direction of the evacuation, pushing himself to move faster and catch up with them. He recognized her once he got closer, approaching the brunette when she stopped.

“I could tell you the same thing,” Batman replied, his voice electronically altered by the cowl. He kept his distance, his demeanor emotionless, but hearing her voice, seeing her standing…he was glad Selina was okay. “The safety zones are on the west. You should head over there.”

As much as Selina loved to hate on her home, Gotham was still just that – her home. And it wasn’t the pretty buildings and corrupt facades that she had lived among, no. Though she looked the part of a social climbing socialite now, she would always be the poor street rat, scraped knees and burning rage and sticky fingers. She would always have some destruction and restlessness in her – just like her city would. Gotham was a part of her and deep down she knew that, should Gotham fall, she would fall with it. But it wouldn’t. It may crumble and destroy and become nothing but ashes but it would always rise again. Even amongst the destruction and peril, a sliver of the city still remained.

Selina knew that the city would survive. It was only a question of which citizens would survive with it.

At the sound of an all too familiar voice, tears pricked at Selina’s eyes – though she would deny it until the day she died and all evidence was long gone before she turned to face the Gotham’s hero. “You know what they say about cats.. got nine lives. I’ll be alright,” she smirked, the quirk of her lips far less smug than usual. She shook her head at his words, holding up a hand. “Can’t. Maggie’s missing,” she said, the words barely above a whisper. Despite the volume, or lack thereof, the words were final, clipped. She didn’t want to give away how fearful she was, how distraught she was feeling. Staring at him though, she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m glad you’re alive, Batsy. Almost had me worried,” she offered him a genuine smile. Her words didn’t give much away, but her relief would have been evident to anyone who knew her relatively well.

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hey hey. ya girl is all moved into college - i start classes tomorrow so that should be interesting. i’m currently on the worlds shittiest of shitty internet so replies will be hecka slow if i’m able to post them at all. i just got my ethernet cable so hopefully it won’t be too bad ( but there’s only one cable outlet so i have to share that with my roommate’s xbox. BUT i should get everything figured out this weekend <3

EDIT and now it’s not even posting this so we’ll see if this even shows up

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hey hey. i move into college tomorrow so i’m not sure when / if i’ll be on. BUT i will try to be on a bit tonight so plz hit me up for plotting on sel and babs!

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the thing was, selina kyle was no stranger to tragedy, complete devastation was something that she was well equipped to deal with - alone. if there weren’t people she cared about involved, she wouldn’t have blinked twice at the zombies, the explosions, the new population. but she wasn’t alone in this case. she had people that she cared about, that she worried about regardless of if they needed her to or not. harley and ivy could take care of themselves though she knew that them taking care of themselves might come at the expense of someone else’s life, and she didn’t even know she had the right to be worried for bruce ( though she was more than concerned that he was going to work himself to death ) but she knew he was capable of protecting himself. but maggie - her sweet sister maggie - was a different story. selina had spent her life protecting maggie from harm, and ever since doomsday had been reintroduced into this hell hole, it was as if fate was pulling the pair of them further and further away from one another. maggie wouldn’t survive this on her own - that wasn’t something she had in her, the ruthlessness that selina was born with. selina had to protect her and she couldn’t even find her. she had searched everywhere she could with the bits of rock that were embedded in her suit and into her leg. but so far, nothing. she was, physically, alone. 

or perhaps not, she thought, jumping to her feet as she heard faint footsteps behind her. “ you really shouldn’t be up on the rooftops. buildings could collapse any second, ” she called over her shoulder, hardly sparing the newcomer a glance. she knew that she was being hypocritical. but it didn’t matter if the building collapsed with her on top of it. after all, cats have nine lives and this cat was pretty skilled at surviving devastation, even if those around her couldn’t.

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hen fuckin lo y’all. so imma be on a semi hiatus until the 25th bc college is starting soon and it already draining the life force out of my body. BUT i still want to plot with everybody bc barbara and selina are my whole life so please please hit me up if you want to try to plot with them. i’m gonna try to have starters out on both of them tonight but please come chat if you want to plot in the mean time

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knightwiing:

wonderful.  the only thing better than being compared to jason was being compared to bruce.  a younger bruce.  there was suddenly a very bitter taste on his tongue.   ❛  i don’t know how much you know about bruce, but you don’t know nearly enough about me to make any kind of comparisons.  ❜  objectively,  what saw a lot more than the average person did but regardless,  it was natural for their to be similarities in the way the oldest in the family went about things,  how else would you know who the father of a son was ?  however,  dick still only ever showed her what he was comfortable with; the deep rooted differences between them outweighed any likeness,  dick would argue.   but not right now,  in true dick grayson style, he would contain his feelings on the topic — especially as it was so easy to rile him up with,  if you knew how,  and dick didn’t put it past her.  at her sudden reveal of ( very useful ) information,  his expressions shift from tense jaws and peeved off eyes to a slightly more vacant one — his thinking face,  ironically — blue hues blinking slowly,  the smallest knit in his brows present.  despite it all,  there was no way the first boy wonder could abandon batman influenced features (  never the infamous bat glare ! ). 

as he lets the clogs in his brain started turn to give him an idea on what to do next, dick allowed himself to give her his warped version of a thank you,  a slight nod of his head,  features softened faintly as he speaks:  ❛  of course you’re not giving me help,  you just want the office.  and i’d never ask for it,  because that is not why i know you,  ❜  the detective says clearly,  watching her carefully now.  beneath it all,  which was pretty far down,  dick knew there was the potential to trust her.  the potential.  subconsciously, he knew it.  it was in these moments that it managed to break the surface a little,  granting his pride a chance to subside so that genuine feeling was replaced.  of course,  it was never exuberant,  or explicit,  but sometimes a question with the right kind of tone was enough.  ❛  have you spoken to bruce yet ?  ❜

selina didn’t quite understand why anyone would be offended for being compared to bruce - especially any of his children. she was fairly certain that they all had some sort of hero worship thing going towards their adoptive father. but, as dick pointed out, she really didn’t know enough to be passing judgement. “ i suppose you’re right. i’ve only ever been privy to two members of the family - you do remind me of them on occasion. but i suppose that’s only natural given that you are, for all intents and purposes, related,” she finished, unsure why she felt the need to explain herself to him. she watched as his facial expression shifted, hoping that it meant that he would start to back off of her and her space. she could always return home if she felt so inclined, but she didn’t particularly want to make the trek home until the armageddon raging outside had calmed down significantly. 

she wasn’t expecting a thank you, so she simply nodded in response to his attempt at civility. she shrugged. “ you can’t blame people for trying to survive, dick. this is the best place for me - not everyone is as self sacrificing as the rest of you. not all of us are wired to be,” she pursed her lips. she almost envied him and the rest of his family, or team, or whatever they called themselves - that they had something to believe in. but she couldn’t think of any member of batman’s current inner circle that lived the same way she had lived - they shouldn’t presume to understand her point of view, though she tried to understand theirs. at his question, she glanced up, her eyes soft and honest for the briefest moment before hardening. she shook her head, biting her lip. “ no, no i haven’t. is he..” she trailed off, clearing her throat. “ he’s alright, isn’t he? ” she asked, almost regretting it. as much as she hated the fact that she was allowing herself to seem vulnerable in front of someone she far from trusted at the moment, she needed to know if he was alright.

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even amidst the apocalypse, the gotham skyline managed to be smoggy and depressing. it should have disgusted her - she could hear ivy’s complaints and threats in her mind now - but it was strangely comforting if she was being honest. gotham was her home - it was disgusting and corrupt and nothing about it was ever going to be simple or good, but it was hers. and even though the low groaning of the undead still echoed beneath her on the ground, she couldn’t help but feel relaxed - well, as relaxed as someone who was constantly on high alert could be anyway. 

her legs swaying over the edge of the rooftop ledge, jasper and shadow on either side of her with issac and juniper circling the door as if to guard it, selina didn’t jump or hardly react when she heard footsteps coming her way. the two kittens hissed at the newcomer, causing the woman to laugh. “ careful now. they may look harmless, but their scratch is pretty brutal. ”

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lifeanddcath:

there were only two people ivy gave free passes to in regards to residing in town hall: harley and selina. they didn’t have the connection with the green like she did – no one except for swamp thing and fluorinic man did. why did they get free passes ?? because, for all she knew, they could act as her eyes and ears. would anybody else be willing to tell poison ivy anything about the goings on in the hall ?? especially this evolved version… or, perhaps, devolved – essentially, they were the same thing at this point. everyone knew the ivy that only killed when it was deemed absolutely necessary, and most people knew the ivy that had killed people for littering – the one that went on the sprees. most people knew catwoman was, indeed, a cat burglar known for preying on the wealthy. most people knew harley quinn was sporadic in her decision making, friendly and sanguine one moment, deadly the next. people knew of their personas, and people knew what could be expected of the three. with as much as ivy had talked about the way the earth would look if humanity continued on its path, whoever didn’t expect this response didn’t understand the persona.

ivy looked back at selina, raising an eyebrow as it seemed she was about to question her reasoning. ivy could expect that !! hell, she could expect it from anyone except for the aforementioned other two with connections to the green. they didn’t understand how it worked – how it sounded… how it sounded when it died – so terribly loud one second, so terribly quiet the next. it was like fifty death rattles occurring all at once. perhaps if she explained it like that… there were people who needed to fucking pay for that. “ going inside town hall now is abandoning all that i’m here for. the zombies are about as threatening as a twelve-year-old boy with a nerf gun. ”  a stretch, but all the same in her eyes !! recently, many things were all the same in her eyes. “ he worked with alec holland before branching off to use what he learned about the environment to kill it – a real stand-up guy. ” a plan was needed, that much she could admit. she usually went in on kills with plans – she usually went in on everything with plans. gotham’s state of chaos was making plans quite hard to keep up with, though. “ he’d be somewhere inside, no doubt about it – probably some personal sanctuary. ”

though selina didn’t quite always understand ivy, she had to respect her connection to the green, as it were. selina didn’t feel that level of connection to anything but herself - except perhaps her sister and her cats, which she didn’t count. at this point, maggie and her furry children were extensions of her own soul. and, if she was being honest, nature - the plants, the green, whatever ivy wanted to call it - was an extension of ivy, in selina’s mind. there couldn’t be one without the other - ivy was a part of gotham’s green so she couldn’t be surprised that the redhead had refused to leave her post as the protector of gotham’s plants. a part of her was worried - which the very thought of made her stomach turn - that ivy was going to get hurt outside, alongside the freaks of nature that had recently risen from the ground. however, selina knew better than most that ivy could take care of herself. though they had vastly different views of what self preservation meant and how to go about it, she knew that ivy wouldn’t allow anything to happen to herself, or her plants - or at least, she believed that’s what ivy thought. regardless of what was fact and what was fiction, blind faith in oneself has proven to be quite successful in ivy and harley’s survival. 

despite that fact that selina knew how capable her friend was when it came to her own survival, she couldn’t help be disagree with how she was going about it. “ ives, your mission isn’t going to mean much if you don’t survive the day, ” she pointed out, remembering briefly that she had once said something very similar to the caped crusader that would forever own a piece of her heart. she quickly let go of that thought, moving on to the next flaw in ivy’s argument. “ that’s.. very inaccurate. they’ve been ripping people apart all day, and i’d really rather you not be their next victim. you’re one of the few people in this entire city i can stand, ” she added. she nodded as ivy spoke, dropping her hand to her lap as luna leaped onto her lap to peer curiously at the conversation. still holding onto the ledge with her spare hand, selina leaned back ever-so-slightly. “ sure sounds like it. what can i do to help? ” she asked. she might not be nearly as attached to the environment as ivy was, but destroying corrupt men was something of a specialty of hers. at the sound of ivy’s almost agreeable comment, selina started to edge her way back inside. “ so perhaps coming inside would be the best course of action. given that you would need to see him to kill him. unless there’s something that you’re not telling me about your abilities? ”

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hey hey guys! so for those of you who aren’t aware, i recently got my wisdom teeth removed so i’ve been in and out of consciousness - and when i’m aware of what is going on, i’ve been pretty drugged up. but i should be able to work on replies and what not tonight. if you guys would like to plot with either selina or barbara, please let me know! i am sorry in advance if some of my messages / replies seem kind of strange. 

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this was undoubtedly one of the worst things that had ever happened to gotham city and yet, bruce couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was going to survive -  it had to. (however, someone had to come up with a plan against the undead, preferably one that included a cure.) unmasked, the dark knight stood on the edge of the city hall’s rooftop, his hand on his grapple gun in case he needed to make a quick exit. when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him, bruce stood still.  “did you close the door?” he asked the person standing behind him. he could only hope that the undead had not found him. “we don’t want them to get inside.”

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as much as she was enjoying the comfort that she had procured, selina missed her apartment - more than anything she missed being able to be on the rooftop with her cats ( and the occasional bat ) and it was starting to feel stuffier and stuffier. she slipped outside through the closing door, stepping out into the open. she almost didn’t notice him - almost. if it were anyone else, she might have. but she had a way of picking up on bruce’s presence. she hummed in response, sauntering closer to the unmasked vigilante. “ door’s closed, they won’t get in. and i’m sure you have your mini bats on patrol to make sure it stays that way.” she settled next to him, offering him a glance ( if one knew selina well, they might notice the way her eyes skimmed his features, as if looking for injury ) before looking forward. she opened her mouth to speak, closing it tightly after a beat. she finally settled on a train of thought that she decided would be safe. “ i’m glad you’re not dead, bruce. thought.. ” she trailed off, eyes staying firm on the horizon. “ it’s good you’re alright. gotham can’t survive this without their batman. ”

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knightwiing:

❛  i’m not self righteous.  as an electorate, it’s important to feel the councilman you’re voting for is as truthful as he promotes himself to be. so is it wrong for me to be, as you’ve put it, annoyed ? ❜  for a brief second, dick is strangely offended at that insult. objectively,  dick grayson was definitely coming towards being self righteous about his opinions.  it was his way or the highway,  pal.  but that didn’t mean dick wasn’t a good listener,  indeed there were certain limitations however.  subjectively, he was just a very logical thinker,  is all.  his face falls even further at her comparisons between him and his estranged brother,  a tut falling from his lips and blue eyes rolling to the side.  ❛  i don’t have anything in common with jason.  ❜  another lie;  some may believe him to be compassionate enough ( he was,  depending on who you were )  to recognise how great of a fib this was, because they were similar in certain ways,  but again,  dick was a logical thinker.  logically,  they were completely different.  ❛  trust me,  one little office would do a lot of good.  if you haven’t realised,  most of this city is in ruins and there are still thousands of people searching for room.  so yeah,  i’ll clear more blocks up with waterson’s help,  and wayne enterprises too,  but i’m starting with this office and the rest of this building.  ❜ 

selina stared at him for a moment, as if assessing whether or not he was serious. “ you’re acting like you being a concerned citizen and being self-righteous is somehow mutually exclusive. that would be an incorrect assumption, batsy number two.” she settled into the chair, finally setting her book down beside her and staring at him, waiting for him to go off on another holier-than-thou lecture that he and his father figure were so famous for. she tilted her head to the side at his comment about jason. “ sweetness. i was talking about bruce, not jason. well, i was about the smug thing. but the fatalism and superiority complex - that’s you and bruce.” jason has that problem too, she added silently. it seems like to become an honorary member of the wayne family, one be capable of black and white thinking and possess quite the temper. her comparison of bruce and his adoptive children ceased when dick continued talking about his quest to steal this office from her. “ dick, this conversation is going to go a whole lot easier for you if you dial back whole moral high ground thing. i’m just doing what ever other citizen of gotham is doing - surviving this mess. not my fault the rest of you are so horrible at it,” she pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. she probably wouldn’t get a shred of peace until he was off her back and out of the office so she figured she would have to give him something. street rats had more than their fair share of secret hideouts and there were a few that even they didn’t used anymore. “ not that you asked for my help - or that i’m giving it - but you should get them out of the buildings, ” she started. “ the rail, not the new one above ground but the older one. been closed for.. decades probably. only has a few access points through the city, so i don’t think the zombies can get in. if memory serves, you should be able to get about five hundred people in one of the halls, more if you don’t care about comfort. they’d be safer, contained. you could get most of the town hall funneled through there. keep the civvies safe, and i can keep the office. everybody wins. ”