Selina Kyle

Why men great til they gotta be great?

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Hi, lovelies, 

So, your girl has to move on to some crazy (but greener) pastures. I have a lot going on in my life right now that I cannot devote the time I need or this place deserves from me. So instead of holding on to these characters, I’m going to let them fly but no goodbye from me is forever. I have a feeling we’ll all be writing together again in the future but for now, my break needs to be an extended one. 

good luck to you all and continue writing such great characters. I’ll be keepng my discord and can be reached there! I don’t respond regularly but will get to IMS so if you want to drop a line someday, please do!! 

Stay golden! 

~Luna <3<3<3 

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☠ - Being a hero

Hero. I hate the expectations and the double standards. There are many people I know worthy of the word and they aren't seen as heroes. Instead, they're misunderstood or categorized as something else. Hero. What makes the crooked cop a hero but the vigilante not? One saves the world in the end and the other adds to the chaos. Hero. Pfft.

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✂- For something they regret or feel guilty about.回 - For a fear they have.

A fear? I suppose it’s losing the little family I have left. 

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✂- For something they regret or feel guilty about.

Regrets I have none however, there are some people I probably should have kept out of my life. I won’t name them but the thought is there. My biggest guilt until this day is not having enough time with my mother. I know that isn’t necessarily my fault but if life had been different for us...if I had taken care of my dad when I had the chance...she’d still be here with me. 

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💓  - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them. ⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. ✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them. ☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. ✂-  For something they regret or feel guilty about. 回 - For a fear they have. ✦ - For a guilty pleasure or a kink. ◎  - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarrassing.

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a--pennyworth‌:

“No-” He paused for a second leading her into the house. “No you are not. I’m honoured you use the gate for my benefit.” Alfred knew it wasn’t fair to compare any of Bruce’s girlfriends, it wasn’t feminist, fair or proper, but of them all, of every woman that entered his messy life, Selina was the one who offered the brightest future for him. “The children aren’t around as much as they used to be. But, I’m still here. The last man on the wall.”

 “Anything for you.” She flashed him a grin and followed him inside. Selina hadn’t been at the mansion in quite some time. Last time she was there, she was dropping a few things off for Steph and Babs. Being back brought on a sense of nostalgia that she hid behind that million dollar smile. “They’re growing up.” She hadn’t thought about it until then how they had all just moved on. “But the most important.” Selina catches up and wraps an arm around his shoulder. “You should come to New York. We’ll all get to see you more.”

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ofbrucewayne‌:

It wasn’t the first time Selina saw him like that, the first year his parent’s were gone she was there for him, she was always there for him, even when they were in a ugly fight she always made sure to check on him specially today.

Standing up and looking at her he would normally joke that she wasn’t being stealthy enough or that he knew her ways however this time he just remained quiet. Seeing the flower made his heart hurt against his cheast and he used all his strength to not let another tear fall from his eyes. Looking at Selina he pulled her into a hug and rested his head on her shoulder, taking a deep breath of her familiar scent before pulling away. “Can you drive?” He asked, this year was being especially difficult for him for some reason.

She knew it was coming and each time Bruce’s frame felt limp against hers, Selina reached up to massage the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair. They’ve both lost so much that she knows it isn’t easy. “ Yeah, of course. The Tesla?” She’d try to help him get through the day one way or another. 

“We’ll make a day out of it. We’ll get some Cracker Barel on the way there for breakfast and pick up some nice flowers for them. We can go visit Alfred too?” She let him take a few more breaths before she pulled away gently and picked his chin up with a smile. “The sun is out. You know they’re watching over you.” 

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jeremiahvalska‌:

When Jeremiah heard the sound of his door opening, he glanced up at the woman. He’d just sent his caretaker out to get some groceries so he’d be alone with Selina dropped in. The last thing he wanted was Sofia still being around, or even his doctor for that matter. All he could think about was Jerome. He wondered what this death looked like. The first was televised. From what Jeremiah could make out of it, he was stabbed in the neck and died with a smile spread across his lips. The second, he saw the body. The dent in the car from how fast he fell- how hard that impact was. He stared at his brother’s pale corpse. Bloody, cold. His eyes were open. Were they open now? Like the first two times? Or closed? Like he was finally at rest.

He wasn’t even sure what bothered him so much about it now. He should have been pleased. After all, didn’t this mean he won against his brother? He was the one who sent him to Sofia. He was the one at fault. He gave Selina a small smile and slowly but carefully lifted his own body into a sitting position on the bed. The world spun for a moment and Jer’s head swayed, taking only a moment before tapping the spot beside him like he was gesturing Selina to sit with him. “Thank you for coming.” 

Selina had always wanted children even if she would never admit it out loud. There were so many reasons why she hadn’t. Her nocturnal activities, her bad luck in love, and the fact that she did feel full at times with Bruce’s children. Biological or not, they all meant a lot to her and she had already taken a liking toward Jeremiah. Harley had expressed her desire to watch over him as much as possible and Selina wouldn’t deny him the opportunity of having a family. It’s what the Rogues were after all. A broken little unit but they had one another and she’d vowed to Harley she would offer Jer the same. 

When she approached him, she caught his smile and offered him one of her own before carefully taking the spot beside him on his bed. She could see there was something whirling through his mind. Jeremiah had something he needed to get off his chest and so she placed some of the junk food she had acquired between them, letting him pick at what he wanted and she shifted in her spot to face him. “of course. Penny for your thoughts?” Her tone was soft. He trusted her and she needed to keep that if she wanted to help. 

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theacearcher‌:

He leaned toward her, a half-grin tugging his goatee to one side. “Confirmation,” he mock-whispered before settling back into his own space on the seat. As she elaborated on her reasoning for the charity choice, he couldn’t help but be surprised at her openness. So many of them kept their weaknesses hidden behind facades in what he could only imagine was a way to keep up the hero personas they put out. Who would trust them if they knew about the gaping wounds in their past? While Oliver appreciated what people like Kal-El and Bruce could do, he never understood why they didn’t seem to build the same rapport in the Watchtower that others did. They all had reasons to do what they did every day and Oliver believed knowing those reasons would make them a closer team. But to each their own. “It’s never too late to start, though,” he told her, leaning over again to bump his shoulder against hers, not wanting her to fall into the same sad boat he had been in earlier. “Teach?” a laugh sounded in the back of the car as he repeated her words. “That sounds like a terrible idea. I’ll mess them up worse. You do know I barely graduated? That’s how you can repay me. Come to future events, help behind the scenes, sure. Teach? Leave me out.”

“Oh hush up.” She smirked and shook her head. It was all playful, of course. Selina had her eyes set on someone and Oliver and Dinah were meant to be in her eyes. But she could tell that that topic was a bit too much for Oliver to talk about so she let it slide. She swayed to the side when he bumped her shoulder, a grin forming on her face. There’s something to be said about a hero cheering her on and she can’t ignore how that makes her feel. “I really am trying.” Reform comes in different ways. She’ll never be squeaky clean but then again, no one really was. Selina had big aspirations and with that came her desire to break away from the stereotypes. She was either good as eye candy or to be thrown behind bars. No in between. She rarely got her voice heard the way she wanted it to be. A bullwhip is what it took for that to happen. “Same here.” She bumps him this time. “I won’t force you, Ollie but we have a lot to offer. Don’t need a fancy degree for it” She placed her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I do appreciate this. Someday you’ll know just how much.”

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Elektra was suspicious of everyone she met. It was a side effect of growing up the way she had, the end result of years of betrayal and ulterior motives. Everyone she met was little more than a potential enemy, and that included beautiful women answering the door of Matthew’s apartment. And if there was a twinge of jealousy in her chest at the sight, she could pretend it was just a part of that. “I understand,” she said, though the woman hadn’t finished her sentence. She didn’t need to. There was no small amount of fear written into her features, and considering the fact that she’d been unable to reach Matthew, Elektra didn’t have to wonder what that meant. This woman cared for him, too, and he was in trouble.

She watched the woman shift as she spoke, noted the way she moved the bag and jacket to reveal a familiar cane. She certainly wasn’t an enemy, at least not to Matthew. “My name is Elektra Natchios,” she replied, introducing herself as Selina had done. “I’m an old… associate of Matthew’s.” Friend wasn’t the right word, not anymore. Lately, she and Matthew had been anything but friendly. That was her own fault and she knew it. 

Her heart dropped into her stomach as Selina continued. She’d known something was amiss, of course, but Matthew being taken… It was worse than she’d thought. “Who took him? Do you know? Did you see them?” The questions were rapid-fire, far more desperate than Elektra typically allowed herself to be. When it came to him, when it came to Matthew, she couldn’t help herself. 

“Two heads might be better than one, don’t you think? I have connections throughout the city. You’d do well to let me help you.” She couldn’t very well ask Fisk what had happened to him, but she could see if any of his lackeys knew anything. He might notice if a few of them disappeared, but with Matthew missing, that was a chance Elektra would need to take.

Selina continued to observe the woman. This Elektra didn’t pose a threat, she didn’t seem like someone who had been involved in the incident if she could, she’d let out a sigh of relief but showing any signs of weakness in such a dire time was something she just couldn’t afford. “Good. I—“ She tried to compose a coherent thought—one that didn’t make things any more awkward. “Admittedly, Matthew and I have been friends for a short couple of months.  I’m glad to be meeting an associate of his, anyone that’ll help me figure out what happened.

“I did. I saw a couple of men. No more than ten, dressed in dark colors carrying guns. They were there for him though because they went straight for Matt. No hesitations whatsoever. On a mission. Like…soldiers.” She ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath. At least this woman seemed to care about Matt. That was important. She was in good company.

“You’re right.” She wouldn’t deny the help. Not in a moment like this. “Of course. I see that. Forgive me, trusting others isn’t a forte but I can see that you’re a friend of Matt’s. We’ll figure this out together. Is there anything I can do?”

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“Burn our records? Now yer speakin’ my language.” Harley knew that burning her records wouldn’t really make a difference – people knew everything about her without having to read them. If someone wanted to throw her back into an asylum cell, they wouldn’t have to try too hard. Harley Quinn was notoriously bad. Still, watching them go up in flames would be fun. “I’ve tried ta be a good girl fer too long,” she drawled, dusting some dirt off her jacket. When she spotted another inmate trying to get away, she ran towards them and jumped on their back, knocking them to the ground. “Oof, good thing I had a soft landin’,” she said, patting the person on the back before rolling off them and dragging them by the leg to Selina. 

She stared down at the guard, a smile on her face as she watched him bleed out. Why hadn’t she done this sooner? It was what he deserved. Selina gestured to the records room, and Harley nodded. “Let’s go.” Is he dead? She didn’t know the answer to that question, but she really hoped that he was. He couldn’t hurt inmates ever again, while he was rotting in hell. “Hopefully,” she answered, holstering her gun. “I can check fer a pulse on our way out. If he still has one, I’m gonna be real annoyed.” 

 “Well, might as well get something out of this.” She wasn’t a saint. Not by a long shot and it wasn’t her fault if some people thought so. Reformed? Yes. But there were a lot of grey areas there. She’d do anything for friends, especially her fellow rogues because when Selina had nothing, they were her everything. Even when they all bumped heads. “It’ll be symbolic.” A certificate hanging up on a wall or shoved into a dresser drawer shouldn’t be the only thing that represented their sanity. Selina had a gripe with Arkham but she knew Harley had an even bigger one. Selina crouched down and raised the man’s chin with two fingers before shaking her head. “Sorry, darling. Not tonight.” She tied him up next to the others, moving away from the guard in question.

He was lower than scum and while she had her morals, Selina didn’t want this one near her or Harley ever again. She didn’t even look over her shoulder, leaving behind a trail of disaster and placed an arm on Harley’s shoulder as she leads the way. “They’re all gone. There are going to be some angry people on television tomorrow…” She let a low whistle escape her lips when they reached the room before opening the door. “After you, Harls.”

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Normally he hated waking up in the morning however this was a different day, Bruce woke up, took a shower put some confortable clothes, which was also something not very familiar to him and went to the kitchen, his coffee and newspaper was already waiting for him at the kitchen, Bruce took a deep breath, grabbed the newspaper on the table and went to the garden to have his breakfast with a view and try to easy his mind a little.

Taking a sip of the coffee Bruce opened the newspaper, it was a newspaper from gotham, giving a fast look Bruce stopped and opened on the page that had his parents photo on it and some article about how they would be miss, he always felt a emptiness on his heart however the day of the murder of his parents was always the day that the emptness felt bigger. Placing the newspaper on the table some tears escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheek, before he had a chance to compose himself he heard footsteps aproaching, wipping the tears away he turned to see who had come to visit him.

It was already a long-winded morning. Traffic was worse than usual and Selina had weaved in and out with her bike. The rainfall didn’t make it better and in her heart, she knew why it was such a solemn morning. However, when she arrived at the mansion, the sky cleared up and the sun made its appearance. Perhaps the Waynes were looking down on their son today. Take a deep breath, she removed her helmet and tossed it into her compartment before climbing into the library window. Still as easy as when she was 12.

She didn’t have to sneak in. Selina had become a part of the family in a way long before her and Bruce’s tumultuous relationship and in spite of that, the two of them had grown as best friends which is precisely why she was here. She’d never forget this date. Especially when she remembers it like it was yesterday. “I thought I was being stealthy.” She whispers and lays a single sunflower on top of his tear-stained newspaper. “I got your mama’s favorites too. C’mon. We should go visit them.” A trip to Gotham wouldn’t be ill-advised. This was good for Bruce and they had done this so many times year after year. Even when they were just Bat and Cat to one another, they at least had this. “Ready?”

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Alfred recognized the voice immediately, it had been described by many as a purr, and that was absolutely true. He turned to face the woman on the other side of the gate, and pulled it open. “It’s refreshing to see you use the main gate, and not sneak it through a window. It’s also refreshing to see you in something other than skin tight leather. I’m somewhat disappointed the whip is missing, however.” His dry wit burned most people, but it was a sign of affection, in his own way he had built up a wall to protect himself, as he knew there was something darker in the world, something that could pull the innocent down. “Come in, I’m sorry to say that Bruce isn’t here, he’s in New York on… business, but then you knew that, didn’t you?”

“I’m not a kid anymore.” She flashed Alfred a wink even though Selina was still sneaking in just a few months ago. “I thought I’d used the gate and surprise you.” She spun in place and laughed, pencil dress and heels to match making her feel like the million bucks most people described her to be. “The whip only comes out at night, Alfred.” They could probably go at this all night. The banter was a reminder of the good ol’ days and Selina soon found herself feeling like she was missing a huge chunk of her life. Without further ado, she wrapped her arms around the older man and smiled as she gave him a gentle squeeze. “Hah. Yeah, I did. Do. Know. That.” She pulled away. “We’re both in New York it seems. On business. I came to see you and to visit the kids too. If anyone is around. but if they aren’t, you and I have some tea biscuits to get through with orange marmalade?” Her grin widened a bit. “Told you I’ve got the key to your heart.” 

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therewillbewrath‌:

“Perhaps that’s why Shakespeare wrote ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here’,” Matthew responded, unable to school the impressed look on his face. There was a depth of knowledge that Selina had both of the streets and of literature. It seemed like an endless fountain, and he was eager to continue to learn from her. “My dad, he was always pushing me to read and study. He wasn’t much of a literate man, but he was going to make sure I could read Braille better than anyone with sight.” Jack Murdock was a pretty simple man and he knew his way around the ring better than he knew algebra or Marlowe, but he always wanted a better life for Matt. Matthew had devoured every bit of knowledge that he could, and he had diplomas to show for it, but his fighting spirit – that was all Murdock. “You learn Hell is real from a young age when you grow up in a place named Hell’s Kitchen. I’m sure the same can be said of Gotham.” Still, Matthew loved this city.

She bit her lip at his retort and even though it wasn’t his intention, she ended up speechless. Not surprisingly so. From their first interaction, Selina knew who she was dealing with. It’s why she took his hand and ran off to make other plans with him. Matthew was different and as sophomoric as it sounds, she’s only proven herself right in that observation. “I want to learn. How to read Braille. I’ll teach you more Spanish if you teach me. What do you say?” There was a light in Matt when he mentioned his father it reminded her of how people would tell he she looked when she spoke of her mother. “Your father pushed you in all of the right directions.” Selina took another sip of her beer. “As much as I like Gotham. I like the sights in Hell’s Kitchen a lot more.” A smirk pulled at her lips and she chuckled as she waited for him to catch her double entendre. “I’m really glad I stayed.” 

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“The same weapon,” he admitted. The fight with Nobu had been brutal. And fire had not been the end of the Hand’s weapon. His ears could hear the whip of the weapon through the air, but with the blade attached at the end of the rope, it was unpredictable where the blade would land. Matthew’s inability to track its movements had proved near fatal during their first major encounter. “I left him to burn alive,” he admitted. It was the closest he’d come to killing someone. For nights, Matthew had listened to the broken track of the man’s screams as the fire had consumed Nobu’s flailing body. The smell of burned flesh could still be brought to his nostrils if he thought on the moment for long. “He was a member of the Hand. And the Hand brought him back.” He didn’t acknowledge her question, couldn’t acknowledge it. If he stopped talking now, then he would be forced to think, forced to acknowledge, to face the inevitable fallout.

There was a lot he was sharing. Perhaps more than she had imagined he would and the thing about that and Matthew Murdock is Selina finds it to be predictable even when he isn’t trying to be. She can feel it in the pit of her stomach. Another goodbye. Another gentle (or maybe not so gentle this time around) shove in the opposite direction. He doesn’t seem to understand that they gravitate toward one another regardless. What’s a body count to someone like Selina Kyle? And then it dawns on her...he doesn’t even know. She respects his fears. She understands that Fisk is powerful. Having met him once, Selina got all the information she needed and the message was clear. That was the kind of person she either needed to stay far away from or get to know a bit better. The latter would be purely to catch him where she needed him. Cats were deceptive that way. Selina was no different. “I see. Perhaps someday you’ll explain who the Hand is.” More like a, I’m here to stay, you jackass. I don’t care who this Fisk is but he’ll pay for whatever fear he’s instilled in you. She swallows thickly and moves to sit directly across from him before removing her shirt. She takes his hand and lets his fingertips graze over the scar slightly above her rib. “Just one of many. No Hand. No fancy Japanese weapon. A knife. Because I wouldn’t play nice. We’re not very different at all, Matthew. There’s something you should know about me right off the bat.” 

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jeremiahvalska‌:

[text: Selina]: No, I didn’t tell her yet. I don’t want to panic her over nothing. I’m alive, Selina. Some people aren’t so lucky. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about… [text: Selina]: I’ll stay with you.  [text: Selina]: Sofia’s been taking good care of me, as well as a personal doctor. I’ve been doing a bit better now but those first initial days weren’t exactly great! Being stabbed four times isn’t exactly as fun as it seems 🤔

[Text: Jeremiah] I understand but she worries. Alright. I’ll be there in four minutes. Four times?! Nope. Not exactly my idea of fun. I’m just glad you’re alive and that you have someone like Sofia in your life. 

[Text: Jeremiah] I’m here. And I’ve brought you a few provisions.