brazen costumes

“a woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger."

[sclina-kylcs]

leadinglois:

“Make sure to keep an eye out for my latest publication, titled ‘Coffee After Hangovers: Getting High After Hitting a Low.’  It’s an autobio.”

“Sounds positively riveting. Though, you’re likely better off with some Sprite and an excessive amount of water,” Selina offered, glancing up at the redhead. “Long night?” 

[grrlhood]

badass female character aesthetics: selina kyle/catwoman, dc comics

[sclina-kylcs]

Scene from the Gotham City Sirens movie

Ivy: So aren't you still going with Batman?

Selina: We're done. I'm beyond over him.

Harley: I made out with him.

Selina: *Kill Bill sirens*

[valiumhoe]

[sclina-kylcs]

gothamsfavoriteson:

A corner of Bruce’s mouth turned up into a small smile at the image in front of him: Selina, draped in his jacket that may as well have been a sleeping bag, her hand delicately protruding out of its confines to hold a glass of champagne that was sure to be a few degrees warmer than the weather as she did her best impression of a comfortable person. “Trust me, I wouldn’t have handed it over if I thought for a second you’d have an inclination to not return it.” His own grin mirrored hers as he ignored the quip about having a closet more. Maybe three more, but seventy was preposterous. “Whose favorite isn’t?” Bruce said, taking a sip of champagne just as Selina reached out to adjust his tie. He looked over the top of her head as she did so, lifting his chin as she ironed out his appearance, though he wasn’t thoroughly convinced it needed straightening; he did wish her hand would linger there.

“I do believe I said our.” Bruce clarified, biting off the notion that he’d rather return to the more social seeking crowd inside. She couldn’t help bringing them right back around to where they’d started. He’d have to go back in at some point, even if it was just to leave – though he’d have preferred to stand where he stood for an immeasurable amount of time. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d be convinced that you wanted me to leave.” He suspected Selina would have every intention now to tell him just how little he knew about her & he could smile that smile that would force a hairline fracture in that oh-so guarded mask she put on from time to time. Not that he wasn’t guilty of pulling that camouflage routine over & over again. – His mouth felt dry (largely from the repetition of it all) & he lifted his glass again, a little less full than it had been the time before or the time before that. Each pour the glass had received had worked in warming the core body temperature of its drinker. That’s why, he figured, the weather didn’t bother him at all as he adjusted his cuff, twisting the cufflink back to its proper position on the outside of his wrist. The time had passed, Bruce assumed, to tell her that she looked stunning in her dress. Now nearly every inch of it was covered by the woven pattern of his coat & he nearly regretted setting it over her shoulders. Nearly. She somehow managed to look even smaller than she normally did. Her stature, however, had nothing to do with her prowess as a fighter, that much he’d been made aware of over & over again but in that moment he simply felt lucky to be privy to both sides of Selina Kyle. Privileged to know, that she too, had another half. 

Privilege, privilege, privilege. 

He had too much of it. He was bursting at the seams with it, with information he hadn’t shared with anyone else. There’d been so little time & everything to do in the months since Clark’s untimely death. When was the last time he’d even seen the Cat? Had she been behaving, or had he just not been paying close enough attention? Surely it was the latter. “Forgive me if I’m wrong,” Bruce started “but it’s been some time since anyone’s seen your alter ego has it not? Don’t tell me you’ve retired. It’s not even my birthday.”

She had rocked the boat, scaring away the gentle normalcy that had ribboned around them for a brief moment. Everything in her was disappointed at this, the fact that they could not seem to maintain regularity like most people were. The only comfort was the mere look of dismay scribbled across Bruce’s features, as he scrambled for a middle ground that would buy them just a little bit time together. His comment was disguised as a joke, a bitter one, but a joke that harbored a nervous truth to it. Selina felt her mouth defensively pulling into a tight lipped smile, as she clutched to his jacket just a little bit harder. The vulnerability was always the most uncomfortable part about affection, the part she could never get right. However, as he always reminded tauntingly, she was full of surprises. She shot him a look, a cross between shut up and I suppose your boyish grin is charming some of the time. “Oh, please, Bruce. You know very well that isn’t true. Must I stroke your ego this early in the evening? Feeling that sentimental?” she asked, her brows quirking up at the end of the question. The most backhanded way of saying, I’m not going to leave you, she could possibly conjure with the strength and dignity within herself. It almost physically pained her that he’d understand the code, sift through it and understand her true intent. He was the only one who could. Selina let out a heavy sigh, another cloud escaping her lips as it met the chilled night air. Having emotions was hard fucking work, she wasn’t used to it. Silently, in an attempt to satiate himself and herself, she reached out for his much larger hand and held it in her own before stuffing their joined hands in the suit jacket pocket. “For warmth,” she explained flatly, rolling her eyes before the smug look could seep onto his face. They both knew this was a lie. 

At the mention of the Cat’s disappearance, Selina let out an amused chuckle as she allowed herself to lean against the railing of of the balcony, ignoring the bellowing city under them. “Don’t get ahead of yourself there, my friend. Maybe you’re just not as observant as you used to be,” she stated with a lazy shrug, tapping her fingers against the back of his hand within the pocket. “Besides, you’ve just had so much on your plate. Who cares if the Bat missed a mostly innocent crime via his favorite feline? Or twenty?” she asked, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips as she tilted her chin up to flash him her pearly teeth.

Truthfully, it might have been the absence of his presence lately that had made her slightly less prickly, or maybe it was something softer, she couldn’t place her finger on it... Either way, she felt an impish impulse tugging at her. “Why?” she inquired curiously, cocking her head to the side as she shot him his own trademark complacent look, eyes half lidded and smile so roguish Kubrick would’ve been proud of. Her voice dropped to a whisper although they were entirely alone in the winter air, “I think you missed me,” she affirmed, pressing her free hand against the front of his crisp white shirt. 

[allthangzglam]

[keirakknightley]

“I have no idea whether I am completely sane. I don’t think anybody is. I see the world through my eyes. It’s sometimes a strange world. I hope I don’t hurt people. You hope not to hurt yourself too much, either. Maybe that’s the definition of keeping yourself in check?”

[dontmashme]

[unclefather]

how to kiss a boy

grab his waist

slip your hand in his pocket

steal his wallet

dont even kiss him

just run

[sclina-kylcs]

gothamsfavoriteson:

“I’ll let my receptionist know.” Bruce said, his tone light. Alia had a knack for gaudy arrangements, though she couldn’t take all the blame when Bruce rarely, if ever, specified beyond ‘flowers’. He glanced down momentarily at the place were her hand rested on his arm. Her pale fingers splayed out on the dark hue of the Gucci jacket struck a chord in him. Reminiscent, if only for a moment, of another time in another place. Her hand gloved & clad in black, resting at almost the same position along the hard spiked gauntlet of the Batsuit. Then it was gone & so too was the memory. 

“Looks like it could snow.” Bruce said offhandedly, like he would’ve to anyone else. The clouds did look woefully full. He was already shrugging out of his coat. She could take it or leave it, but at least she could cure her goose bumps & then women eyeing them sardonically from inside the protection of the venue could look elsewhere after being given a clear message of exactly where Mr. Wayne’s affections lay. “I was hoping you would’ve come up with something.” Bruce laughed, he’d raised his glass but his hand had stilled, changing hands somewhere between the removal of his jacket. “I was thinking somewhere in the neighborhood of breaking records, but if you’d rather it be to boredom.” Bruce gave a half-hearted shrug, his glass tilting to hers. “To our boundless boredom.” He said, clinking the rim of the flute to hers.

The chill of the air continued to sting at Selina’s bare arms and back, and it took a great deal of strength to resist the chatter of teeth, however she had no desire to return to the party and tried to act as unaffected as humanly possible. She had her fill of mindless conversation for the evening, even if it meant the air would be snugger inside. As she battled the frost, she could almost hear him joking about how the ice in her veins and heart had made her impervious to the weather. She was silently thankful when Bruce slipped out of his jacket and draped it over her, instantly awash with his warmth and the familiar smell of his cologne. Selina had never been good at thanking, but she was positive he was already well aware of the fact. Her begrudging half smile was enough of a notion of gratitude. Smug as she was, she already knew this was enough to satiate him. Quietly she shimmed her arms through and wrapped the jacket closer to herself before shooting Bruce a mischievous toothy grin, “Gucci, huh? If it fit better, I’d keep it. Though, it’s not as like that would effect you. I’m sure you have about seventy more,” she teased, allowing herself to relax to a degree. More than usual, at least. “Though, the blacker ones suit you better. Kevlar is my favorite, of course,” Selina added, reaching out to straighten his too expensive tie before giving it a tug. 

It was a rarity, to see him in such a mood. She supposed it was the champagne. It was likely he’d been sipping on it all night to ease the pain of the evening, just thinking about caring enough about the stocks and Dow every moment of every day seemed dull enough to drive Selina to drink. Living it, now that was a different ball game. It was the first time she’d heard him actually laugh in what seemed like months, a century, maybe even a lifetime. She hated that she took note of it, but she did as it hung in the air and her ears after the clinking of their glasses. She hoped that a few more swigs of alcohol would ease the heaviness that came with just being around him. The sort of bullshit poets wrote about. The sort of bullshit that made her want to gag, but even still, it wouldn’t leave her alone. “If your boundless boredom is weighing you down, you’re free to rejoin your people. Wouldn’t want your fans to miss you after you spent so much cash for those lovely banners with your face on them. They picked a nice photo this time,” she told him, her eyes briefly fixing on the party that was still contained inside the glass, the light murmur of music and talk the only reminder that it was still alive in there. 

[sclina-kylcs]

@gothamsfavoriteson​ the truth comes out. im not sorry. 

[sclina-kylcs]

aceofknavess:

“A fine idea, pussy cat. But nowadays, my valuable time is spent avoiding your bat boyfriend. Still sore from the Boy Blunder’s death and what not, I assume. Or he is trying to woo me…which is working, by the way.”

“Avoiding? Most days it feels like you both seek each other out, but if you insist... I reckon he knows Harley’s got a jealous streak, so you don’t have to worry about the wooing.” 

[broosewayne]

[gothamsfavoriteson-blog]

broosewayne:

Maybe just this once, we won’t have to wear a mask.”                   “& maybe one day you’ll wake up & regret all of this.

[gotham-clickbait]

Local Woman Arrested For Alleged Cat Hoarding?!

Look out Catwoman, Selina Kyle just might give you a run for your money.

[bwgirlsgallery-deactivated20200]

[sclina-kylcs]

gothamsfavoriteson:

“I’m sure she’d prefer to only be associated with the number ten.” Bruce’s grin was a mildly lopsided one. His reputation as a playboy was one he lived up to. Not, however, on the scale to which one might have expected. Most of his nights were spent… doing other things. “You think that’ll be enough?” He mused, seemingly serious but Selina knew better. She always did. She normally, however, did a better job of appearing completely blase in regards to things he did when he wasn’t wearing the cowl, he’d have to take advantage of that. Whatever their expectations for one another were, they’d never been said aloud & would probably go in that same manner. “You usually don’t seem too taken by my apology bouquets.” He was skating thin ice but he did so with grace; wrapping around her in dangerous circles.“See anybody interesting?” Bruce asked as she peered behind her as they touched the night air.  

“I just prefer when I’m more in control and you’re less in control. You know this.” 

“Painfully aware.” Bruce admitted. As it stood, he preferred it that way too. When his skins were shed, & he existed somewhere between the Bat & Bruce Wayne, it was much easier to exist if properly inebriated. “We can go back inside.” Bruce offered, figuring she wouldn’t take his jacket even if he offered. “You think? You’re paying closer attention.” He breathed, his breath appearing between them like smoke as he rolled his shoulders back in an attempt to look less bored as it were. “A toast then,” Bruce held up his glass. 

Selina didn’t bother countering his comment with anything, save for a small scowl shot in his direction from over the delicate rim of her champagne glass. “I’m sure you’ll think of a way to win back her affection,” she answered sardonically, unable to cleanse her tone of sarcasm. She wanted to remain unaffected, even free of her mocking comments towards him when he came to his dates. It was really none of her business what he did with his time, she tried to remind herself. Just as it’s none of his business what she did with her time. “Your apology bouquets are usually fairly ugly. You need a new florist,” she told him evenly, though she was mostly joking. The bouquets she was served were usually large and regal looking, almost always leaving Holly with a too big smirk when she asked: So, how’s Bruce, anyway? She didn’t bother to look back at the crowd they’d left again when he questioned if she’d found what she was looking for in the sea of faces. “No,” she simply mumbled, lightly placing a hand at his forearm before pulling back as if to fully answer his question. Truthfully, the only person she was interested in talking to most nights was already with her. Not that he knew that. 

There was an uneasiness about him tonight. Part of Selina reveled in it, because it was the same uneasiness that simply craved to dance around the formalities as if they didn’t exist, take some swigs of liquid courage and be incredibly endearing. Well, endearing for him. He had to pretend to be mildly drunk before he did anything resembling tenderness. “M’fine, thank you,” she cooly responded, despite the goosebumps that scattered across her arms. She didn’t mind the cold, she spent most nights out in it. Besides, it was a friendly reminder that she was alive, a reminder that she certainly needed after spending two hours conversing with her aged date who spoke of benefits of investing in Asia and little else. “A toast to what? Your infectious boredom, is it?” she teased, quirking a brow, and grinning as she lifted her glass to his. 

[sclina-kylcs]

hrlqnd:

“Exactly right!” Her grin was devilish but honest, as she twisted the bat in her hand, visibly triggerhappy tonight. “So, what did I miss while I was gone?” Harleys eyes widened in curiousity. “Update me a little, won’t ‘cha?” After all, she had been in prison for longer than expected, several years - Batsy must have been a little mad still about the Robin incident when he snatched her up. 

She watched Harley joyously twirled her bat in hand, looking more like an innocent baton in her possession than a deadly weapon. Selina considered her question, flipping through her mind for what significant events had transpired since she’d last seen Harley. Truthfully, it all seemed like the same mess, simply repeating at different times. Crime happens, the Bat attends. Of course, there was the added bonus of the Mafia presence, and the subtraction of Superman’s presence which mad for an unequal balance of powers... “Some old thing, just a different day,” she finally answered with a shrug and a smile. “Did you expect anything major?”