ᴄᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ?

CATWOMAN. OBTAINER OF LOOT. LEATHER CLAD FATALE. COQUETTISH QUIPPER. AMBIGUOUS FELINE. GOTHAM CITY SIREN.

[kittysaysxmeow]

tammy-melinoe​:

They spied the flame behind her eyes, coaxing a sly grin onto the angel’s face. “Oh, but ‘the only way to get rid of temptation is to give in to it.’” Oscar Wilde had the right idea. They couldn’t help the small glee in them as they noticed her bin the item, rather than toss it aside. Tamiel was old and had time to gain a long list of pet-peeves - littering was very high on the list. “Let’s.” With a bow to her flourish, they stepped forwards, holding out an arm for her.

♚

It seemed that sly, crooked grin adorning Selina’s lips would remain a permeant accessory in present company. She let Tamiel walk ahead a few steps so she could catch a cheeky glance of their figure from behind before accepting the offered arm and settling into a comfortable silence. Naturally, a bar called Devil's Tavern would not appeal to most, but Selina was a native Gothamite, and it sounded perfect for her tastes. Besides, there was something ironic about escorting a fallen angel to a bar named after the Devil. Anyone who frequented the scene knew the best bars were of the strange and decrepit variety, the ones not advertised in the tourist brochures. The ones you happened upon tucked away in some desolate nook. Gotham was infested with them and they usually doubled as a base of operations for one of the dozen crime syndicates.

But this was Central, not Gotham, which only meant she might not have nearly as much fun. As they approached, Selina rested her hand on the rough paintwork that coated the door giving it a firm push. Rough wooden splinters cut into her palm; shards of black paint crumbling to the floor. The hinges squealed as if a eerie welcome, but their greeting was silenced by a wall of noise. Their arrival attracted some attention, but only for a brief moment. Laughter overpowered the jukebox. Conversations swirled in a clouds of smoke, the stagnant stench of cigarettes hid within the collaboration of mephitic odors. A sharp smell of drink wafted towards her.

"I'll get us some drinks," she offered, but her proposal was cut short when she noticed the pool table in the corner. "...and then you could let me kick your cute ass at pool”

[kittysaysxmeow]

tammy-melinoe​:

Tamiel knew all about Selina’s wondering soul. She couldn’t stay in one place for too long or it’d drive her mad. They could relate, although their definition of ‘too long’ was somewhat skewed by their eons of existence. They were also, however, all too aware of the short lifespans of humans. Even if it’s a dead mouse at my door, dear Cat, just let me know you’re alive.

They huffed out a laugh at her effortless flirting. It rolled off her tongue like it was second nature to her. “Oh, there are prettier sounds than purrs, my dear.” They brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, raising an amused brow at the request. “Promenading in the 21st century, how fun.”

♚

Selina had certainly missed their effortless retorts, which matched her inert coquettish whims without hesitation. It was an addictive sport that could keep her entertained all night. As enjoyable as it was, she wondered how long it would be before words became action. Reddened lips slanted into a crooked grin. “Don’t tempt me, Angelface” it was a playful warning at best, as it was evident by the way her dark gaze seemed to ignite behind jade colored orbs, she wanted the exact opposite. But the night was still young for a feline and her fallen angel. “Or we might just have to skip the wine and dine part and get straight to the good part” Selina could be patient.

...to a degree. 

“Speaking of wine. How about I buy you a drink on...” she opened the wallet she nicked a few minutes prior and held the ID inside to the light. “...Richard Moore,” she easily slipped the clump of bills from the pocket and tossed the wallet into the nearest bin. “Shall we?” Selina swept one hand out in front of her in a faux grand gesture.

[kittysaysxmeow]

tammy-melinoe​:

A familiar voice. A familiar face. Their mouth quirked up into a smile as they turned to face their old friend. Is that we are? “Oh, you know me, Kitty Cat - I’m nothing if not an open book.”

Despite the time that had passed, Selina Kyle seemed exactly the same and yet completely different. She looked the same, gorgeous as ever, but, more than that, she looked good, happier almost. How they’d missed her. Mischief just wasn’t as fun without a friend around. Their fingers twitched at their side as they resisted the urge to take one of her hands in their own. “No costume this year?”

♚

It seemed kismet to run into them on the night of her return; a good omen of sorts if she believed in such things. And they were far from an unpleasant sight to be greeted by. The way the familiar term of endearment curled off of Tamiel’s tongue sent a shiver down her spine and a burst of relief in her chest. There was perhaps a small part of herself that believed they might hold resentment at her sudden disappearance act. Selina had never been one to commit to staying put, and whenever the desire for a change of scenery struck, she gave in without hesitation. She didn’t owe an explanation to anyone...but that sort of mindset didn’t feel so appropriate anymore. The thought itself demonstrated that she had changed in some measure. Selina Kyle worrying about weather something was appropriate or not? Better yet, Selina Kyle forming attachments?

How scandalous. 

"Unfortunately not,” she shrugged, taking another attentive gander at Tammy’s chosen fit for the evening. “Left my kitty ears and whip at home, but I can still give you a purr if you want” Selina couldn't stop herself, being audacious was as natural to her as breathing. “Care for an escort for the evening, we have a lot to catch up on”

[kittysaysxmeow]

@evildxllface​

“A little shorter, and watch those scissors doll. I said I wanted a trim, not a new ear piecing” 

Selina repositioned herself on the sink edge, her gaze divided between her own indifferent expression in the mirror and the blonde hacking at her unruly mane. Giving in to her impulsive desire to symbolize she'd regained some semblance of her former self may have seemed distastefully cliché. But, to be honest, she didn’t give a damn. So she’d snagged a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer, handed them to Harley and told her she was feeling nostalgic. As the tuffs of jet black hair were severed and landed into the drain, she felt the emotional weights being lifted from her spirit. “That’s perfect”

“How do I look?” glancing over her shoulder, Selina struck a pose in Harley’s direction and winked. “Because I’m feeling so much yummier...meow~”

[kittysaysxmeow]

tammy-melinoe​:

It was a dark night, bright flashes lighting up the skies followed by cheering crowds. Halloween was here. Tamiel wove their way through the throngs, swaths of dark and light fabrics swaying around them as they made their way to the more secluded parts of the city.

Last year, they had dressed as a vampire, elegant but a novelty at that point. This year, they were every bit themself. A fallen angel. A creature of magic. A being of light and dark. Streetlamps glinted off their jewellery and weapons, beautiful and deadly. Just like them.

They had a feeling it would be a night to remember.

@ccfstarter

♚

Though the sound of her stiletto heels clacking against the concrete was replete of intent and assured esteem, strutting back into the limits of Central City felt like shedding one skin and stepping into another. Every time Selina went away, whether to take care of some business or, more recently, to hide out, her return felt akin to a culture clash. So unlike the Gotham streets, which provided her with both dysfunctional solace and understandable distress. Gotham that seeped so heavily into your skin, stealing the heat from your soles just as fast as the stench stole the color from your cheeks. The closer she traveled to the inner-city the thicker the crowds. Admittedly it took her a few minutes to even acknowledge anything outside of her own space. And when she did she noted the costumes.

Shit, was it really Halloween again. 

It illustrated how far she'd plunged into her own little world when she fled; the passing of the seasons hadn't even registered. But she’d managed to resurface far more put together than before; less cognitively marred and stoic. She felt just a few shades closer to her inner Feline Fatale. Selina Kyle always landed on her feet.

As she approached a crosswalk she felt the familiar itch, her fingers flexing in need. Without much thought she dipped into the nearest open pocket. Pickpocketing was always more sport than necessity, but occasionally she scored a neat little sum. As she rifled through the contents she spotted a familiar sight waltzing past her. Selina could recognize that figure from a mile away. “Oh, baby,” she muttered to herself, her painted lips curling into an appreciative smile. How could they not with such a vision before her. “Decided to go for the literal approach, huh Angelface?”

[glamoroussource]

[kittysaysxmeow]

glamoroussource​:

ursula corbero for el pais, october 2022.

[politedemon]

[t70sgifs]

[kittysaysxmeow]

tammy-melinoe​:

Their heart fluttering at the casual pet name, they trailed their gaze over the lounging cat-burglar, seeming relaxed and yet tense as a coil. Frowning internally, Tamiel kept their small smile affixed as they scratched behind Salem’s ears, before tentatively brushing their hand over her hair. Something was wrong. The feline fatale always seemed to bursting with a quiet energy, like a bright, distant star that was determined to guide you to mischief. Tonight, however, she just seemed… distant. Like she was trying to escape. Something was stealing her light.

"Elige un idioma y veamos a dónde va esto.”

♚

Selina's body tensed at the contact, not in a bad manner, but rather out of hyperawareness. Her gaze freely traversed the length of Tammy's arm from wrist to shoulder, across the dip of their collarbone, and up towards their face before she could disguise it. As if there were a physical gravitational pull. By this point they were quite close and Selina searched Tamiel's expression for something. She herself wasn't even sure what. But, from this distance, Selina considered how easily she could lean in for a kiss. The feline had been considering succumbing to the urge for some time now. Would Tammy deny her this satisfaction? With fulsome pleasure, she listened to Tammy speak their foreign language with such effortless smoothness. Her attention diverted, she pressed her teeth into her lower lip and mused that Tammy must have had the most beautiful pair of lips ever. Maybe just a little kiss, she mused. The mewl of the cute kitten in her lap drew her back to the present.

When she glanced up again, her lips were slightly upturned. "I'm not sure what you said, but it sounded like a yes to me," she murmured, giving Salem one more stroke on the head before allowing him to jump to the floor. "Can you keep up with me, Angelface?" She scooted to the edge of Tammy's widow ledge and winked at them before pushing off. A wolfish grin curled Selina’s lips as she sailed through the air. She savored in the suspended position for a brief moment before tucking her legs, twisting mid-air, and falling elegantly into the alleyway below.

[jakegyllenhaal]

[kittysaysxmeow]

evildxllface​:

♦♦♦

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑stilettos aside, while she stood up, Lillian, her other hyena jumped on top of her making her falling in front on the floor, in prone position and her fox went to greet her too on the ground. ❛ Jesus! ❜ She muttered to herself, feeling a bit of ache on her knees, greeting her both pets laying on the ground, turning around and staring the ceiling. Her gaze dropped to Selina, she seemed indifferent with the things she brought. Maybe she is not even interested in, the blonde thought to herself. In a way Harley was hoping for her making her question but instead she was doing yoga. Quinn didn’t want to be the one to ruin the moment, and so she sat on the floor giving attention for her pets for the time being.

The jester was thinking of Mon-El’s advice, about taking her out for a ‘date’ without pranking her or make it 'comic’, the problem is part of her does not want to do that, considered what happened between her and Pamela, and she knows she is not emotionally well to handle another 'lose’ again. Not when she hardly is being on her feet, but steps by steps. ❛ I don’t know, do you?! ❜  She purposely answered a question with a question, who said it wasn’t allowed? The jester stood up, resting her hands on her own hips, studying Selina in silence as she yawned.

After a moment or two upon her request, Harley took off her coat, kicking it aside on the floor, as she made her way towards the feline fatale, sitting right next to her in the silence. The blonde was wearing the lacy red lingerie of her work, with a corset. Her make up was a bit stained due to the rain on her way back 'home’. She took off the hair tie from her own silky and platinum blonde hair  with streaks on the edges red and black that was damp.

She arched a brow at tried to mimic Selina’s position. This wasn’t really hard, considering she was a gymnastic, so she is rather 'elastic’. ❛ Why do I need to do it?! ❜ She asks for herself, feeling quite bored and impatient with the 'breathing’ part of the yoga. Considering her mind is unquiet, with the voices from her head makes her confused.  ❛ I will never reach on this level. ❜ She refers the concentration of Selina that was impressive to her. Quinn sometimes or majority of times has a hard time to remain focused, especially in inappropriate times. So far, she was mimicking the position of the femme fatale by her side, but a bit impatient.

♚

Harley had clearly noticed a shift in Selina's demeanor as of late; the feline understood the clown's manic behaviors as if they were her own. As a result, she could tell when Harley's actions were motivated with her own neurotic impulsiveness and when she was being purposely reckless to elicit a reaction. Going solo into dangerous situations -- like stealing explosives -- was the latter. At least as they currently were it was abnormal. With one eye cracked open, Selina watched Harley settled beside her -- gaze darting discreetly down her scantily clad figure. 

She barely reacted when she felt the familiar tiny hands of Harley's monkey settle on her shoulder. In amusement, she calculated how long it would take Harley to give up on being motionless and silent. Three, two, and one... She reached a hand up to stroke Sionis's head, her lips quirking slightly. "Shhhh," she mumbled, teasing rather than chastising. "Even your animals can sit still for more than three minutes," her teasing wasn't much of a peace treaty, but she was trying. Selina understood it was her fault they'd grown estranged recently.

Since they'd both fled Gotham independently, they'd developed a sort of understanding. Since Selina relocated to Central roughly two years ago. Since they'd both survived their share of heartbreak and abandonment. Since allowing each other to acknowledge their importance to one another. They stuck together, that was the agreement. However infamously fearsome their reputations were separately, it was double fold in collaboration. And that was just on the criminally professional front. As for what lie beneath...they weren't perfect by any means. They came with ragged edges and phantom emotional wounds, but what mattered was that their baggage complemented one another and formed a steady rhythm between them.

"C'mere" with a crook of her finger she beckoned Harley to move in front of her. Once she was opposite her she reached forward and pressed a hand against Harley's stomach. "Like this," she inhaled a deep breath to demonstrate. "There's no right way to do it. If your thoughts need to wander, let them wander"

[illisius]

[kittysaysxmeow]

illisius​:

SELINA KYLE in THE BATMAN.

I don’t damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.— James Patterson ( insp. )

[kittysaysxmeow]

brucexthomasxwayne​:

Bruce remained crouched in the rafters, his form completely concealed in the deep, dark shadows that were cast above the dingy warehouse lighting. He’d been tracking Crockett for some time, mostly from the comfort of his penthouse in Central City, tapping into Gotham’s CCTV and traffic cameras from time to time. He was a crook, and it was high time he paid for his crimes behind bars. Sure, he wasn’t a big bad, but a low-bar criminal was exactly what he needed for his first run back in the cowl.

As far as he could see, there was only one hostage, but they were restrained, so that put a bit of a kink in original plan. When Crockett pulled a gun on the woman, Bruce knew he couldn’t wait a moment longer to drop into the action. Hooking his repel gun to the rafter, he quickly descended from his perch. His feet landed on the ground harder than anticipated, sending a jolt though his body and aggravating his nearly healed ribs. 

“Let her go,” he growled, giving Crockett a chance to yield before he went about disarming the man. The other man’s head whipped around so quickly, his grip tightening on the gun as he tried to hold it steady. “Crockett,” he started, hand moving to grasp a batarang as he spoke. “You have failed this city.”

Wait, no. That didn’t feel right; Did that just come out of his mouth? 

“You could have did so much good for this city, but instead, you followed the wrong path. Let her go, and maybe we can chat. Perhaps I might even talk to Commissioner Gordon about taking some time off your sentence.” He could almost feel the agitation in the other man rise. Before anything dramatic happened, Bruce flicked his wrist, sending a batarang flying through the air. For a moment, it felt like everything was in slow motion as the light reflected off the metal, the sharp edge skimming the surface of his hand, causing Crockett to drop his gun before clutching his bleeding hand. “Or maybe we’ll add on a few years for attempted murder,” He commented with a whisper of a smile, his voice full of mirth as he closed the distance, kicking the gun further from the man before restraining him.

“Are you alright?” Bruce turned to the restrained woman, his eyes growing wide when he saw who it was. “Oh. It’s you.” His words were nonchalant as he bent over to retrieve the previously thrown weapon. “I could cut you loose and release you, or I could leave you here and let CCPD finally take you in. What say you, Catwoman?”

♚

It certainly wasn't the turn of events she was expecting. Selina was the first to raise her head, mere seconds before the outline of the infamous ebony shroud descended. Almost as if she sensed his presence, lurking in the shadows just out of reach. It was a tingling that rose the hairs on the back of her neck and a fluttering in her abdomen. Even after all these years. Selina's excursion wasn't meant to attract his attention; in fact, she'd been adamant about avoiding confrontation with the alluring vigilante who'd played such a critical role in her current identity crisis. But, whether by tragic fate or merited karma, they always managed to gravitate towards each other. Time and distance hardly a factor. Selina's demeanor remained neutral, as she reclined comfortably in her chair, while Crockett's thugs scurried like the pitiful cockroaches that they were. With a mioda of amusement, she listened to him deliver his offer of repentance with a slow roll of her eyes. She was so familiar with his controlled forbearance that she could have uttered the mantra for him. His merciful heart was weary, yet it still beat with the pulses of justice.

Her head cocked as he turned to face her, recognition souring his features. "Sur-prise" she welcomed, dragging out the greeting with a little purr. “My hero” With languidly measured movements, she uncrossed her legs and adjusted her features in the manner of feigned contemplation. Allowing him to believe, at least for a few seconds, that she was considering his ultimatum. Eventually her expression dissolved into a smug grin. "Please, honey, don't try and joke. Doesn't suit you" Selina lifted a shoulder and twisted slightly before lifting her hands in the air, fingers wiggling. She'd already untied herself over ten minutes ago and was merely buying her time. She rose into a standing position, hand anchored on her hip as she tossed her restraints for Bruce to catch.

"Catwoman, huh? Are we back to formalities now?” her lips curved into a teasing smile as she sauntered past him, lifting her heeled boot and pushing Crockett aside. "Should I start calling you Vengeance then?" she continued absently as she reclaimed the diamond Crockett had caught her stealing. And, just for her added grief, she planned on taking a few stacks of the scattered bills.

[kittysaysxmeow]

tammy-melinoe​:

Coming back home, the first thing they noticed was a certain Cat at their window. Selina. It was good to see her. It had been a while and, reluctant as they were to admit it, they had missed the thief. Their conversations had becoming something they had looked forward to in their otherwise monotonous days.

Toeing their boots off by the door, Tamiel padded over to the ledge and leaned against the wall. As per usual, she looked stunning and Salem purred his agreement from her lap. “Thank you - maybe you can take me there sometime.” They couldn’t help but agree with her as they stared off into the distance. It was why they got the apartment in the first place. As an angel of sorts, they didn’t really need to sleep and, most nights, they would end up right where Selina was, just watching the city breathe. “Mi vista es su vista.”

x

♚

She was developing a slight infatuation with their delicate contours. Selina looked much like the animal from which her moniker derived in that moment, relaxed against the window frame and lazily watching Tamiel as they settled in before joining her at the sill. And she felt a lot like the strays she welcomed into her home with saucers of milk and cans of sardines. Enticed by the comfort of stability but wild at heart. Queen of the world temporarily disadvantaged, feline pride bursting at the seams and beckoning her back into the night. 

Selina's lips quirked half-heartedly, revealing the styrofoam container carrying the promised dessert and setting it on the window ledge between them. "Anytime, baby." She'd gotten complacent in recent months and was feeling restless. What started as a temporary escape from Gotham to evade Sionis' vengeance grew into a defeated domesticity that did not suit her in the least. Perhaps that was why she'd been avoiding the jester so adamantly lately.

Damn. Of course, they were fluent in other languages and sounded attractive when they did so. "If you keep talking to me like that, I'll take you anywhere," she vowed, fixing her with a languid grin. "We could even go right now if you wanted, the night is young," she challenged, leaning forward slightly. She seemed desperate to satisfy her own irrational desires.

[kittysaysxmeow]

evildxllface​:

♦♦♦

      𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 wasn’t really understanding Selina. She thought, she made herself clear that Kyle could trust and open to her, after everything they’ve been through together and how many times they got each other’s back. Kitty was different and the jester is used to her way, but now she’s a bit upset with her. She suspects the brunette is hiding something from her. ❛  Don’t look at me like that. ❜ She put the bags on the sofa, opening up her coat, and sitting on the armchair, she had finished her shift on the strip-club, and went out for shenanigans only by herself and didn’t invite her feline friend for PURE stubbornness. Inside of her bags there’s a lot of explosives, and she opens the bottle of vodka, drinking it straight from the bottle, however, she wasn’t drunk, just tired, removing her stilettos. Bruce went to greet her, and she caressing her son, and one of Selina’s cat.   ❛  I got a few stuff, I need some advice where to put it, but I think, I’ve got an idea… ❜

@kittysaysxmeow​

♚

Selina was unprepared for Harley’s sudden arrival, she thought she had another few hours left on her shift. Right before she stormed into the loft, arms ledden with shopping bags, she’d been engaged in some gentle yoga positions to relax and unwind. Not a difficult feat for one as naturally flexible as she was. There was an audible shift in Selina's tendons as she slowed her breathing and eased into a stretch. As she concentrated on releasing any collected stress, her nostrils gradually filled with inhaled breath. 

Rotating her torso into a twist, she extended her arm towards the heavens, hips lifted. Fingers flexing and shoulders continuing to extend in graceful undulations. As her vertebrae slightly misaligned, she felt a distinct crack in her spine and breathed a sigh of relief, her endorphins causing her to shudder in pleasure. She'd been a mess of divided feelings lately, but this was an easy way to work things out.

She wondered if she meditated deeply enough, if she could simply remove herself from the convoluted narrative she was in. At Harleys words, Selina only cracked one eye open as she leaned back onto her haunches, legs crossed. She took one good look at the bulging shopping bags and raised an eyebrow in question. "Do I want to know?" she drawled, shutting eyes eyes again as she continued her measure breathing. 

Selina didn't know how she felt about Harley bringing live explosives to her loft given if one of them accidentally set off there were few places to take cover. Truthfully she was more interested in knowing where she'd gotten it, or rather, would the rightful owners be showing up on their doorstep. "Come stretch with me" a quiet request, one she hoped Harley would accept. She didn't have the energy for any else.

[kittysaysxmeow]

@brucexthomasxwayne​

CLOSED

Bruce Wayne looked like old money and privilege. 

Selina was appropriately taken aback when she spotted him among the glamorously dressed socialites of Gotham's Elite. The last time she'd been in Gotham, he was virtually a recluse, so far from the public spotlight that if he wasn't a Wayne, the inhabitants of Gotham would gladly let him fade into obscurity. Nonetheless, there he stood, liberated of the dismal melancholy that had before shadowed his morose strides. Admittedly, he was a very attractive specimen. Especially all dressed up in his finest and, look at that, was he actually smiling? Selina wasn't known to buckle at the whims, let alone the very presence, of a man. In her opinion they only going good for one thing -- the size of their wallets. But Selina didn’t mind acknowledging even she was capable of getting a tad distracted by the pretty ones. Perhaps it was that jawline; now those had to be the sharpest angles in Gotham. Oh she could just spread him on a cracker.

It wasn’t until his hooded gaze met hers that she realized she was openly staring. Instead of averting her attention, she raised one brow in mute defiance, the corner of her painted lips quirking upward. The distance between them seemed to melt away for a moment and smoldered with a relentless simmering warmth, an intensity she'd only felt once before. His face contorted into a strange expression, and Selina mistook it for curiosity. Unfortunately for Mr. Wayne -- or perhaps fortunately -- he was not her target this evening. Maybe next time, honey.

The usefulness of Selina’s thoughts evaporated sometime ago yet her mind churned on in the darkness like a runaway motor. It was just after 3 a.m. in Blüdhaven, but she hadn't felt the need to prowl the darkened terraces that evening, leaving her with a shortage of adrenaline and, as a result, an inability to sleep. And as her mind tended to do in strange hours of stillness and understimulation, she was thinking of him. It had been nearly two years since she had disappeared into the mist, the Dark Knight's motorbike receding in her side mirror. Her attention was drawn to the gentle mewl of a brown and white kitten, her fingers gliding across the silk sheets to settle into its fur.

With a defeated huff, she forced herself out of bed and padded softly to the kitchen, the cat cradled in her grasp. The pitter patter of fingers hastily tapping over a keyboard rang through the silence. Batman, Gotham. Her web browser filled with images and headlines, her attention flitting back and forth across the screen. Absorbing everything she could about the ‘Caped Crusader,’ ‘Gotham PD’s mysterious, unknown consultant’. She picked up a few hazy images, chance snapshots of him quickly escaping from the limelight, or darting into a shadowed alleyway. There’s one that nearly steals her breath away; He's peering directly at the camera, the brightness in his black eyes barely perceptible, something only she might identify at a glance.

Her pupils began to dilate as the recollection of those eyes and those lips flashed through her vision. Damn it, Vengeance. She pushed her laptop back with a frustrated grunt, startling the cat off her lap, and inadvertently opening an unrelated link. An article about Bruce Wayne lit up her screen, some puff piece about his unexpected emergence as a philanthropist much like his father. His charitable deeds and covert advocacy for an end to Gotham's endemic crime and poverty acclaimed and speculated about. Curiosity piqued, she opened a publicity photo of his. His steely stare staring straight ahead, determined and piercing. Her gaze lingered longer than she expects skimming through the article promoting an upcoming Gala in Downtown Gotham. The whole of Gotham’s elite promised to attend. That’s a whole lot of wealth in one room, a slow smile crept across Selina’s tired features perhaps it was time for the Cat to make her grand return....

First, hook the bait.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!”

Selina was the image of remorse, as the flute of very expensive champagne she’d previously been holding tilted down the front of Alastair Bertram’s equally expensive looking dress shirt. In a display of embarrassment, her slim fingers flew to her cheeks. Bertram was new money, a young bachelor who’d stumbled into an inheritance and now had more money than he knew what to do with. Essentially; young, dumb, filthy rich and ripe for the plucking. “God, I’m so clumsy,” then cast the line out. Through thick lashes, she captured his gaze with siren eyes and a demure smile. 

“I guess I had one too many of those, please, let me clean it up for you?” her offer was waived off, Bertram grinning at her meek facade with a goofy grin. Wait for the nibble. “Well how am I supposed to repay you?” her teeth softly pushed into her lush bottom lip. When he proposed she repay him with a dance, she had to fight the impulse to roll her eyes, instead preserving a charming smile and allowing him to take her hand. Then reel that sucker in.

[tommy-ford]