* FELINE / FELON !

𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵, 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 !

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hello :^) i’ve moved blogs 

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this new catwoman blog seems very cool and the mun probably smells very nice

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not that anyone cares but here are my thoughts on the hush movie

1. cute matching robes 2. dick grayson is still the hottest wayne 3. why does alfred sound like a smoker 4. where the fuck is tim 5. shout out to damian for promoting safe sex  6. hey barbara  7. bye barbara 8. the riddler? fucking REALLY?

anyway, read the comic. don’t watch the movie. 2/5 stars & that’s me being generous

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hi i’m still here i’m just moving countries lol i’ll be back later <3 

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i’ve completely abandoned canon at this point, in my head Bruce and Selina are happily married and Damian is a whiney but loving older brother 

i didn’t put in the dialogue but imagine Damian saying “get in line”

[seilnakyle]

Selina Kyle and Lois Lane in Batman #68 “I told you. Three bars, two clubs, it was enough! We should’ve just gotten Batburger.”

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@pathtotruth

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𝐁𝐀𝐓.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐔  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄 actual number of cats she had whisked away inside of his home.  it’s not that he had a problem with it,  but he would have liked to have been told beforehand.   he’s almost certain selina knows and knows him well enough to not say anything,  but bruce had taken quite a liking to the strays she brings around.  it will be a secret he takes with him to his grave.   ❝   there’s seven.  of course there’s seven.  eight now.   ❞ 

he turns in his chair as she approaches,  finding her gaze before looking down at romeo in her grasp.  bruce offers a pointed look at the cat,  tilting his head to meet his eyes and closing his eyes as he is licked.  not the best look for the batman.   ❝   i’m…  sure he does.  cat must have been through a lot.  he didn’t even flinch when i threw the batarang.  i’m going to need that back,  by the way—   ❞   his hand raises to scratch behind romeo’s ears,  moving to the top of her arm and brushing the skin with his thumb.   ❝   no more.  i’m serious.  you could just get them a home instead of bringing them here.   ❞ 

❝ 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒. 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑. ❞ not that she ever was a scout, but both of them knew that. and both of them knew that the look in her eye betrayed nothing short of mischief. and both of them knew he wouldn’t do anything about it. ❝ besides, i think it’s nice to have more company in the house. makes it feel more ... ❞ like home. it’s a phrase she’s strayed from, for feelings of inadequacy and discomfort. not from him or their relationship, but the mere idea of domesticity. family. marriage. ❝ ... warm, ❞ she says, finally, with a small smile and a cat purring in her arms. 

❝ you know, romeo doesn’t show any signs of trauma. maybe you’re just losing your touch. ❞ she takes his position as it is facing her as an open invitation to sit, settling across his lap with the bend of her knee at the armrest. romeo pawed at bruce’s shirt. ❝ and i think i’ll keep the batarang. what’s mine is yours and all that, right? ❞

[hawkmans]

“You want to go dancing, little bird– you gotta ask the girl to dance.”

Selina Kyle in Bombshells #29 (2016)

Written by Marguerite Bennett Art by Marguerite Sauvage & Jeremy Lawson

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“Opposition,” William Blake wrote, “is true friendship.”

                                                                          𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑.

ind. sel. div. harvey dent aka TWO-FACE. promo by helen.

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𝐁𝐀𝐓.

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄.  he’s heard that spiel before and all of a sudden,  he’s supporting another foster cat that wasn’t a big fan of bruce and had a predisposition to scratching or biting at the bat’s suit and cape.  his index and thumb pinch the bridge of his nose to stem whatever headache begun to brew,  opting to focus more on what he was doing than his loving partner and her new friend.   ❝   …  there is no way one cat gets an entire room.   ❞   not that the manor is filled with rooms bruce has only stepped in maybe once.   ❝   guess i’m going to have to let alfred go then.  shame,  i was just starting to like him.  and damian is grounded forever.   ❞   a chip in the bravado is visible,  his smile attesting to that.    ❝   —  what’s his name?   ❞ 

❝ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺𝑵'𝑻 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. ❞ she lets the sentence settle in the air between them, biting the inside of her cheek to keep a smile from her face. ❝ there’s seven more in there. ❞ selina doesn’t bother to check for a reaction, but it’s difficult to keep herself from laughing, but she knows he couldn’t get too mad at her anyway. it’s not like those rooms were being used, and she doubted bruce could remember the last time something other than a ghost inhabited the excess of spare bedrooms  of wayne manor. 

❝ this one’s named romeo, ‘cause he’s extra sweet. ❞ selina adds the last part with a scratch beneath romeo’s chin, and a soft coo. the cat is white, with gray spots marking his body, and he’s yet to reach maturity. selina picks him up, earning a soft miau in response, and brings him to bruce. romeo meows again, licking the tip of bruce’s nose in acknowledgement. ❝ i think he likes you. ❞

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i feel like she knows the shell to my egg, but she doesn’t know my yolk.

bruce wayne about selina kyle. @purrpetrator (via fearsymbol)

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my header comes from this fantastic edit by mattelektras

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Here have a sexie pta mum Selina Kyle for your trouble

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𝑩𝑨𝑻.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 screens of the batcomputer,  data compiling on one monitor while another houses instantly updating news.  in different countries,  in different languages,  always watching for what’s coming next.  he gives off the notion that all of his attention was to the monitors,  but a quick movement in his peripheral was enough to stimulate a response,  batarang thrown and spiking into the cave wall where he was alerted to,  only to find a rather lax cat rubbing its body along the smooth stone.  he should have known. without a second thought, his attention returns to the screens before speaking to the dark where she stood.   ❝   we are not keeping him here,  cat.   ❞    /    @purrpetrator

❝ 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓. ❞ she says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, using his acknowledgement as cue to push herself off the damp wall of the cave and walk towards the purring cat. she plucks and pockets the batarang from the wall. ❝ this place isn’t suited for a cat. ❞ anyone else might have been phased by the gruff and tough act he put on, but she got over it after the second week of knowing him. ❝ we set him up in a room in the east wing. ❞ selina looks over at him from her crouched position, hands busied between furry, spotted ears, her green eyes painted with innocence. ❝ alfred and damian helped. i’m sure you won’t mind. ❞

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we should’ve just gotten batburger.

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selina kyle aesthetic is sitting on the bed of a penthouse suite in a parisian hotel, surrounded by diamonds and riches, in some ridiculously expensive lingerie set, drinking champagne from  the bottle, putting off a mental breakdown and maybe eventually crying