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they may chase me, but they'll never catch me. never, ever, catch me.

[ofdiamondclaws]

Do you have a best friend?

“You know what they say; diamonds are a girl’s best friend.”

[rpsourcedmemes]

Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

[ofdiamondclaws]

& @realwhenitsuseful

[amoraxenchantress-blog]

Amora had come to the store, looking for new clothes. She intended to shop like every Midgardian would. Though, of course, she did not intend to pay. Not the regular way at least. Amora had her sorcery, there was no need for carrying money around.

Her eyes stopped at an expensive-looking, tight-fitting white dress. It was knee-level, so it looked classy as well. The Enchantress had a penchant for pretty things, especially fine clothes. The wonderful clothes she could find while on Midgard were one of the few good things about this world.

Taking the dress with her, Amora made her way towards the fitting rooms. As she arrived there, each one of the curtains had been pulled, letting her know that all of the cubicles were occupied. She could have easily dealt with that issue, but was trying to be “normal”, plus there were people around, they might notice if she attempted to work her magic. Instead, she waited.

[ofdiamondclaws]

The previous night, Selina received a familiar text message, the number once again unknown and untraceable. It asked to infiltrate Senator Carter's birthday party and get the usb he would be carrying before it was stored in his private office, then bring the item at four o'clock in the morning to the GCR Tower in the Amusement Mile District. She considered the request boring, the stakes far too low to be a real challenge, Selina ready to refuse the job and move on to something else. The last sentence of the message recaptured her attention however, the brunette replying to the text and getting the advancement sent to one of her various accounts.

>>>An associate will meet you at this location.<<<

Would this person know something about who was behind all the messages? Or would they simply be someone hired like she was? There was only one way to find out, and Selina would need the perfect outfit for the occasion.

She looked around the store for a few minutes, grabbing dresses in different styles, walking over to the changing rooms when she was satisfied with her selection. All of the cubicles seemed to be in use, so Selina entered the hallway and walked past a blonde to take a seat on a couch settled against the back wall. After a moment, she looked at the woman. "Have you been waiting for long?"

[ofdiamondclaws]

thedonnafalcone· :

“Well how about you be a little more specific before I decide to wear your pussy cat here as a scarf.” She said, rolling her eyes at the other. Taking a deep breath, she tried to clear her mind. Keep her cool. Not wanting to act immature or impulsive and have it look bad for her. She had to keep calm. In control. Taking her phone out of her pocket, she held it out towards Selina.

“I was in the city for a day when I began receiving these.” She said, tilting her head. “I’ve tried tracing the source, but to no avail. Of course, I’ve chosen to ignore them - I’m not exactly wanting for money - but this individual could potentially be planning a power move, and I’m not happy about that.”

Hazel eyes remained on the younger brunette, Selina's nonchalant and kittenish demeanor seemingly unaffected by Sofia's threat, the words simply making her smirk grow a little. Underneath the mask however, the words had not been taken lightly--any of the Falcone family put a finger on her cats, and not even twenty of the sasquatch guarding the front door would be able to stop her from scratching their eyes out. "I see now who got daddy's temper." She let go of the cat, telling him in Spanish to go to his bed, Isis giving the Falcone one last look before leaving the kitchen and settling on the cushion next to the open window.

Selina took Sofia's cell phone, opening one of the text messages. "Word is everyone with a criminal background or reputation has been getting them." She exited and scrolled down to see how many Sofia had received, confirming they dated back to her arrival to Gotham before offering the phone back. "Even people without cells get contacted, and still those can't be traced back to the sender either."

The thief stepped away from the mafia boss, picking up the few cups that sat on the counter and walking over to the sink. "They seem good enough to avoid even attention from the vigilantes and the police, so whatever they are planning--" She looked up, meeting Sofia's gaze. "Seems quite difficult to stop."

[ofdiamondclaws]

malletbabe· :

harley can’t help but erupt into a fit of laughter when she catches selina off guard, lifting a hand to rub at the sore but totally worth it spot on her arm. joining the other’s attempt to sneak around the festival was almost too tempting an offer for the harlequin. especially after putting two and two together and realizing selina was most likely cashing in on whatever this anonymous sender wanted with her and her cohorts. the expression across her features are quick to form to a short-lived pout, well aware that her powers of manipulation via pouting most likely didn’t work on selina as well as they did ivy. “my apologies, pretty kitty. i didn’t mean t’ spook ya’.” the question has harley lifting a hand to idly play with the zipper of her jacket, gaze averting momentarily before shrugging. “here an’ there. why, did ya’ miss me, sel?” she wears a grin that stretches from ear to ear as she leans into the other, pinky extended to link with her friends. “i’m assumin’ you got that text too?” it isn’t exactly why harley came back to gotham - she didn’t really feel up to a mission right now, but her insatiable curiosity made it impossible to stay away from the city for much longer. well, that and she might’ve missed her better halves. 

How Harley and Ivy came to be the closest thing Selina had to friends was difficult to explain, their ups and downs certainly enough to question whether their bonds were real or not in the first place. One thing that couldn't be dispute though, was that the jester started it all, the cat finding herself helping her outrun Batman one moment and the next working and living with her and the botanist. Sel wasn't complaining, not entirely anyways, but even she had to admit running with the Sirens had it's difficult moments. "Next time, you are getting the claws," she warned, eyes narrowing slightly as Harley played with the zipper of her jacket. Selina could assume why the other had left, understanding the circumstances and not even wanting to bring up the subject until Harley was ready to speak about it. Still, something more than a sticky note on their fridge would have been appreciated. Selina rolled her eyes, though she took Harley's pinky in hers anyways. "Never. Ivy on the other hand was driving me nuts." She smiled a little, a genuine gesture very few ever got to see, the curl of the lips fading when Harley asked about the text messages. "Been getting them for a while now." She paused, inspecting their surroundings and lowering her voice. "No one seems able to trace them, not even the Falcones. But whoever sends them makes good on their promises, that much I know."

[ofdiamondclaws]

enchantressjunemoone‌ :

June could of jumped out of her skin. Selina was as quiet and sneaky as her namesake. She looked over at her and was able to summon a genuine smile. Selina was perhaps one of the few people who spoke to her like a normal person. Like an older sister but she didn’t want to test her luck. She liked her to say the least. “Well, not all of us can look like you, Selina.” June said with a smile. Selina reminded her of the flapper girls from the 20′s. “Keeping your nose clean, Selina?”

Selina often claimed she didn’t care about others, far more preoccupied with her own well being and the well being of her cats, maintaining plenty of connections simply out of convenience rather than because she felt any attachment to them. For the most part, that could be considered true, fully and blindly trusting the cat a mistake many came to realize far too late. However, no matter how much Selina refused to admit it, there were more than a few exceptions, the brunette unable to stop June Moone from becoming one of them. She told herself it was pity, nothing more than seeing a sad situation and feeling bad for the girl. But maybe deep down it was more than that, unable to control one's body or stop others from using it a concept Selina wasn't unfamiliar with. "Confidence, June," Selina replied, leaning back and placing her legs on the empty chair next to her. "You have no need to compare yourself to others." Selina knew June's isolation had nothing to do with looks, but still she followed along instead of bringing up sore subjects. "Of course!" The smile on the brunette's lips told another story. "What about you? What have you been up to?"

[ofdiamondclaws]

whtedevil· :

Now Remy has met all sorts of people, worked with numerous groups. While he was famously known as a member of the x-men, that wasn’t all he was known for. Anyone that really knew who he was had been aware of his criminal past due to his positioning the thieves guild. He  still does live that life this day, but he was careful about what jobs he takes. He usually did it for fun more than any sort of personal gain. His father was different though, so serious about traditions. Remy watches as Selina approaches him. “I must’ve missed de memo, mon amie. I can do a lot of t’ings, what does dis big bad wolf want wit me?”

It was no secret Gambit wasn't simply a skillful thief, not only having ties to the notorious LeBeau Clan but also being involved with the X-Men, mob bosses and other experienced criminals reaching out to him seemingly not exactly the smartest idea. Unlike most mutants in tights however, Remy seemed reluctant to completely leave his old life behind, preferring to walk on shades of grey rather than completely choose a side. Whether he knew it or not, that made him a wanted man in Gotham, and whether that was good or bad depended on the friends, and the enemies, he made. Selina smirked at his question. "A little of this, a little of that; depends on what he needs and what you can offer." She leaned her back against the wall. "Right now, he just wants to talk, get to know you personally." And most likely figure out if he'd be useful or a pest.

[ofdiamondclaws]

agntrcmanoff· :

“Now I really want to know what the worst was,” quipped Natasha. It was true, she didn’t know Selina well. She met the woman a few months back on a mission on the city’s south. Despite Selina’s ties to mob bosses, she proved to be a valuable source at the time, providing Natasha with the information needed to dissolve a sex trafficking ring traveling through the city and saving a handful of girls from slavery. Natasha knew Selina was trapped between two worlds herself and she sympathized with the sentiment having escaped her own KGB handlers not too long ago. “I owe you one and I don’t like a debt hanging over my head. Besides, Russian mobs are a bit of my specialty.”

Selina smirked, her gaze faltering a little. "It's gonna take a couple of more drinks to get that one out." Hazel eyes focused on Natasha again, the brunette chuckling lightly. "Besides, curiosity is my thing." No matter how skilled or knowledgeable the Black Widow was, Selina wasn't the type to ask for help, nor was she the type to involve someone who was practically a stranger into her private matters. Natasha was useful however, proving her ties to the hero groups and the Accords didn't interfere with what needed to be done, the brunette not about to waste such valuable resources due to clashing ideals. It also helped that the woman wasn't boring, Selina definitely interested in getting to know Natasha much better. "A spy with honor; love the irony." Selina leaned forward, sliding a piece of paper with an address towards Natasha, a playful smile on her lips. "Tonight at ten. I'll tell you the details then."

[ofdiamondclaws]

kingcrocc‌ :

The scent of Catwoman reached him before she did. Waylon automatically pushed his big plate towards the middle of the table, offering his meaty mix. He’d become quite close with the Gotham City Sirens. “Got the look off a dorky comic,” Waylon shared, biting at one of the rare steaks. “This assassin that has a huge sniper rifle and its no more than a huge trenchcoat with a fedora… Works for him, why not me?”

Selina shook her head once when the plate was offered to her, politely refusing the meal. Though she had mentioned to Waylon before she was a vegetarian, she knew the man didn't mean any harm by pushing the meats towards her, the gesture simply a sign of the alliance shared between them. There was no honor among thieves, but sometimes there was some trust. Her smile grew at his explanation, a chuckle escaping her lips. "Comics aren't exactly the best example of reality, Waylon. And now a days, nineteen twenties fashion only serves to make you stand out." Hazel eyes scanned their surroundings, carefully inspecting the crowd. "You were gone for quite a while. Was starting to wonder if the rumors about The Wall finally taming The Croc were true."

[greatgig]

Gotham City Sirens.

[ofdiamondclaws]

[ @malletbabe​ & @greenprotectors​ ]

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thedonnafalcone‌ :

“I’m so pleased that I don’t have to remind you that.” She smirked, tilting her head at the other woman, motioning for her to take a seat as well. She wasn’t trying to be heavy with the woman by any means - providing she listened and did as she was told, at least.

“I’m sure you’re aware that my father is… indisposed at present.” She began, choosing her words carefully. There were whispers, those under his thumb beginning to breathe a sigh of relief, and that wouldn’t do. “But I wanted to assure you that your debt still remains the same. I intend to head up operations in his absence, and that includes holding on just as tightly to your leash.” She stood then, pacing in front of Selina.

“And you can start by filling me in on what you know about what the hell is going on in Gotham.”

Not much was known about Sofia Falcone, Carmine mentioning his daughter from time to time, her name brought up in conversations where the pictures in his office were involved, but never truly sharing many details about who she was or what role she played in the family business. It lead many to believe she wasn't involved at all, that maybe she was distancing herself like Mario had done, or that the Don's opinion on women and power prevented even his own blood to take a piece from the empire he'd built in the city. Whatever the truth was however, it all seemed to have changed the moment her brother passed, Sofia's arrival to Gotham apparently a permanent stay, Selina not having realized it's purpose until she saw the SUV parked in her neighborhood.

The Don might've been gone, but that didn't mean there was no Falcone left in charge.

Selina ignored the other's comment, lifting herself to sit on the kitchen counter, settling back into her trademark demeanor as Sofia began to explain the purpose of her visit. "Wonderful." A playful smile curled her lips. "Us girls gotta stick together, after all." She glanced at the bodyguard for a moment, holding and petting Isis when he tensed up as Sofia began to pace around.

"Pretty broad question," Selina replied, tilting her head slightly. "A lot happens in Gotham, concerning many different things."

[greenprotectors]

meeting for lunch wasn’t uncommon for ivy not when it came to harley and selina but something felt different this time, something about the whole city felt different. ❝ is it just me or does it seem like the boy scouts are flocking here lately ?? ❞ with the clown finally dead there would be a rise in crime, power struggles, and gang wars. it would be a domino effect – anyone with a brain could see that. but ivy, ivy couldn’t bring herself to actually care about any of that. as long as her plants and the green remained untouched by them she was perfectly content standing on the sidelines watching them destroy themselves. however, an increase in so-called heroes would likely cause issues for them in the long run. ❝ should’ve known the bastard would cause trouble even in death. ❞ || @garrasdegatubela

[ofdiamondclaws]

Since being forced to work for Falcone, Selina tried to maintain a distance from her closest friends contacts, refusing to tell them about what happened or risk getting them involved. Ivy however was one of the few people Selina couldn’t push away, knowing that would simply make the red head suspicious as to why exactly the brunette had involved herself with the mob family. Instead, she attempted to keep their interactions as usual, meeting Ivy for lunch on their favorite spot as they planned days before. Selina brought their meals to the table and sat across from Ivy, chuckling lightly at the other's question. "Throw a penny out the window and it'll probably hit about three before it lands on the ground." It was no surprise, considering the rise in criminal activity, and the challenge their arrival presented could definitely be interesting. But it was also irritating, so many come mierdas in tights swinging around Gotham bound to affect the job offers around the city. "Or maybe the trouble is he isn't.” Selina wasn’t exactly the conspiracies type, but even she had to admit there was some credible skepticism involving the clown’s death, starting with the activities that followed it. "Have you heard about the messages?"

[ofdiamondclaws]

@kingcrocc

Selina arched an eyebrow at the sight of the seven feet tall man in a trench coat, almost missing him with how distracted she was, bringing her hand to cover her mouth in attempt to hold back a laugh. Waylon Jones wasn't known for his humor, many believing he was simply an animal on the brim of attacking, fear and dread about the only emotions the sight of him ever inspired in others. Granted, none of that was entirely untrue, the mob enforcer being one of the most dangerous people in Gotham City, the rumors that were spread about him not as exaggerated as most wanted to believe. A very lucky few however, knew the man was no stranger to irony or sarcasm, the brunette expecting Killer Croc had chosen his attire knowing full well how ridiculous it actually looked. Selina made her way to the table Waylon had settled in, sliding into the seat in front of him. "A fedora and a trench coat?" A dramatic sigh left her lips. “Young grass hopper, where did I go wrong with you?” 

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@malletbabe

Skillful steps moved around the festival, hazel eyes carefully observing the crowd, the cat hunting for her next target in the multitude of heroes and vigilantes. She avoided familiar faces, managing to pass right by them undetected, utilizing her surroundings to distract them and avoid being seen. Even if the search could be consider unethical, Selina was determined to complete the task and earn the money, telling herself as long as she didn't personally know the heroes, then it didn't matter what the anonymous sender did with the information. Besides, why should she care? Why shouldn't she take advantage of the situation? Why shouldn't she look out for herself and those that relied on her in Park Row? At the end of the day, Selina needed to do what was best for her, what would help her ditch Gotham and it's mob families, no matter what that meant for the so called heroes. Her gaze settled on an interesting prey, the brunette moving forward with the intention of getting their attention, her plans interrupted when she was suddenly thrown off balance. "Coño!" she exclaimed, throwing an elbow back in an attempt to get the person off her. Selina turned around, prepared to not only curse whomever it was out but to kick their ass if she needed to. Her eyes widened at the sight of pink and blue dyed blonde hair instead, a small laugh escaping her lips as she pulled the jester into a tight hug. "I told you to never sneak up on me!" After a moment, she pulled away, her look of relief disappearing, slapping Harley on the arm. “Where the hell have you been?”

[enchantressjunemoone]

June didn’t often attend events like this. She kept a low profile most of the time. She was just an ordinary girl hosting a demonic witch. Didn’t exactly make for great small talk. She sat nearby the outskirts of the festival, sketching the view. She really didn’t want to wonder into a house of mirrors or something and see the living nightmare that was the Enchantress, staring back at her. She sipped her hot coffee, the only thing keeping her awake as she enjoyed the view of the festival. So much so she didn’t notice the company that joined her.

[ofdiamondclaws]

Needing a break from the crowd, Selina made her way to the outskirts of the festival, typing up the little information she had gathered so far to the anonymous sender, knowing it probably wouldn't be enough but hoping it would at least earn her a few hundred dollars. She placed her phone back into her jacket's pocket, unsure whether the person would reply quickly and not wanting to foolishly stare at the screen all afternoon, hazel eyes scanning their surroundings as the brunette debated what to do next. Her mind was quickly made up at the sight of a familiar face, the cat burglar making her way to the table and joining the archaeologist without bothering to announce herself or ask permission. "Even when surrounded by people, you still find a way to hide." She smiled, a hint of amiability and mischief mixed together on her curled lips. "Long time no see, brujita."

[necrcmancr-deactivated20210513]

“I swear people hate each other until there’s some get together and then everyone are each other’s best friends” she mused, grabbing one of the fries and popping it in her mouth. “Good food though, I’ll give ‘em that much”

[ofdiamondclaws]

"Sometimes people simply need a little encouragement." A smirk curled her lips. "Like keeping their reputations or securing a reelection next year." Or earning a large sum of cash from an anonymous sender; she guessed she couldn't judge the mayor too harshly. At the comment about the food, Selina reached across the table and took a fry from the blonde's plate, tossing it into her mouth. "Not bad," she said, tilting her head slightly at the other. "So you came just for the food, or are you too looking for best friends?"

[incineratortm]

Peter wasn’t an artist, but he does love connecting with people. Which is why he was more than happy to work in the face painting booth. “Hey there! I can paint anything you can possibly think of.” He had his suit’s interface to aid him if a reference was needed of course. “So what will it be?” There’s a paintbrush in hand already, and several different colors of paint on the table next to him just waiting to be used.

[ofdiamondclaws]

Selina felt conflicted about the anonymous text. On one hand, the amount they were offering could really help the citizens of Park Row, along with adding to the savings account she was keeping for whenever her chance to escape the Falcones came along. On the other, sharing secrets about the vigilantes in Gotham didn't sit right with her (no matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise), not in the mood to have the bats and birds' well beings on her conscious. At the sight of all the different superheroes who had attended the festival though, Selina decided to make it work; she could refrain from putting Batman and the others in danger, while completing the task and getting the reward. She found her first target at the Face Painting booth, sitting across from the masked individual with a smile on her lips. "With that confidence, I sure hope you can deliver." She looked over the book of designs for a moment, searching for whatever would take a while to finish. "What about this?"