purrpetrator:
“ ‘TRUST ME,’ SHE SAYS. ” though she’s mumbling this to herself, selina has no doubt oracle has a clear idea of what she’s saying. on the count, selina flips over the bridge (unnecessary, maybe, but it sure looked nice), landing neatly on the truck in a crouched position and with her right hand resting on the truck’s top. “ when have i ever not trusted you, chief? ”
“ don’t even get me started. who throws five hundred dollar earrings into whiskey ?? that was my only way of hearing you. “ ──── POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK. it’s only natural there’s hesitancy even after all of this time. deep down she’s expecting another knife to the back, piercing and taken by surprise as if she’s shocked a cat remains fickle. still hurts just the same. ──── “ nice landing. “ ──── steepled fingers brush against smirking lips when a familiar painting comes into view. ──── “ ... and there he is. portrait of a young man has been missing since 1939. how on earth these lowlife thugs got a hold of it is beyond me. selina, just FYI if you cut and run now i’m telling bruce. so no funny business. “
















