nine crimes;

Live fast. Love hard. Die young. Leave a good-smelling corpse.

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

all alone and i’m doing just fine ;

Selina sat on the edge of a roof, a sandwich between her hands as she just relaxed, still in her catsuit. There was some sort of commotion going on below, though it certainly wasn’t enough to pull her out of her state of relaxation, and so, she just watched a mild curiosity. It was enough for her to lean forward slightly, forgetting her sandwich for just a moment as a group of men scattered, leaving just one in the place where there had previously been twenty. 

“I hope you can split 20 ways, dear,” she called out as he seemed to look around. “If not, you’re shit outta luck.” She looked back down at her sandwich, taking a bite and wiping the corner of her lips with the back of her thumb. She looked back up at him, cocking her head. There was something different about the way he held himself. Something intriguing. She pressed her lips into a crooked smile. “Want a sandwich?”

@cryogenicsoldier

[fyeahbatcat]

bruce + selina + affection

[jinxnvi]

“A cat never does anything until she’s good and ready.“

[jinxnvi]

“And you should know better than to tell me what to do.“

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

burning at both ends ;

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redwingrobin:

“ you say that like it’s easy. ” tim huffed uneasily, eyeing the dark hues around selina’s eye. he had made a habit out of visiting her nowadays. random checkups to make sure things like this weren’t allowed to slip by unnoticed. out of all the things that were spiraling out of control, his parent’s trail going cold, the joker returning finally, and his own minor episodes, making sure selina was okay was something that made him feel better for the time being. “ you should come by the penthouse more often. have alfred make sure you are actually really okay. ” afterall, tim was more than aware of selina and bruce’s secret rendezvouses. he’s was a detective in his own right after all. least she could do was allow the occasional health check up. ice could only do so much.  dragging his hands down the seam of his jeans, tim heaved out a sigh of defeat. “ if i agree to dinner, will you agree to not have hammer accidents like this happen often? ”

“It’s not like you make it easy yourself, mister,” she replied, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “When was the last time you came around here?” She had been worried about him, and she would have been lying if she said she hadn’t been, but of course, she wasn’t going to push him. She had spent enough time with that family to know that pushing them to talk would only lead to more frustration and anger in general, so she liked to wait until they were just spilling all of their secrets for each other. “I talked to Alfred yesterday, everything is fine,” she said reassuringly. “My knee is just messed up from something that happened a long time ago.” She had broken her leg so badly that she had almost needed a full knee replacement—thankfully, that didn’t happen, but she wasn’t left completely unscathed. There were still pins holding the bone together, her joint feeling rickety and weak at times. “They don’t happen often,” she replied. “I’m good at my job, Timmy.”

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

burning at both ends ;

“Oh, don’t you worry about me, Baby Bird. All in a day’s work, huh?” It wasn’t often that someone could land a blow on Selina Kyle, but there she was, sporting a large, dark bruise over her eye. Her smashed goggles sat on the table, small pieces of the shattered screen hanging onto the frame by barely a thread. She pulled her hair up, tying it carefully into a ponytail as she walked back into her apartment. A slight unevenness was there to her gait, the smallest of limps as she adjusted the ice pack that she had taped to her knee in order to bring down the light swelling. “The guy had a hammer, in case you were wondering,” she added, shooing the cats away from the kitchen as she opened up the fridge. Turning back to Tim, she gestured for him to come closer. “Come on, sit down, I’m feeding you. Alfred would never let me live it down if I let you come and go without giving you a meal.”

@redwingrobin

[batmaneveryway]

Catwoman Election night #1

[jerryw2011]

#dccomics #dcuniverse #comics #catwoman

[tydonny-blog]

“Fine, you would’ve punched him in the face elegantly,” he knew he was just being a smartass now. He grinned down at her, “Good thing I didn’t intend on showering you with compliments. You don’t need me to stroke your ego, we both know you’re more than capable of doing that yourself. Just as we both know you’re able to deal with anything anyone throws at you. some simple minded reporter looking for gossip is nothing.”

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

“I’m going to punch you in the face elegantly if you don’t simmer down,” she responded, though her face split easily into a smile, bright white teeth between ruby red lips. “You call it having an ego, I call it being self-confident. I’m sorry if my confidence intimidates you, Bruce, but I like it.” She crinkled her nose. “You’re doing the compliment thing again.”

[tydonny-blog]

“That clearly sounds like something he would do,” the sarcasm was clear, but Bruce was a bit more amused than he was willing to let on, “Then I suppose I should just be grateful that the peak of your ‘best behavior’ didn’t include punching that reporter in the face, hm?” Selina certainly was becoming his most interesting date to one of these stuffy events in years. But he wasn’t about to tell her that. “I don’t think I’m the only one who is the envy of everyone in the room. But I’m sure you’re well aware of that already.”

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

“I wasn’t going to punch him in the face, Bruce, honestly. Do you think I’m some sort of barbarian?” she asked, shaking her head. “I’m no barbarian. I’m a woman of great class and elegance.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m still annoyed that you left me to fend for myself right at the moment when reporters decided to swoop in,” she responded. “No amount of compliments will fix that.”

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ipodtasergirl:

“Oh. Yea, I’m not too good with the private stuff. I’ve got a mouth that won’t quite and a brain with no filter.” she shrugged, try as she might that kept sticking her in awkward situations. “Really? Wow, I bet he was one smug as teenager.” she caught herself, “Oops, I mean uhh, you know, a very rich teenager who sounds like he grew up into a stick in the mud.” she blinked at the question and answered, “Jane Foster, badass extraordinaire.” she took a sip  of her own drink, humming a little in happiness at the taste, “Yea, about that. You’re a real gorgeous lady. So odds are folks hit on you all the time right? How do you deal with that?” she asked, pulling a face, “Usually I wear baggy clothes, I have a collection of beanies at home,” she added with pride, “But tonight, thanks to Jane and her friend Pepper I’m in this and uhh, boys,” she gestured at her chest, “Are attractive a little too much for my liking. Any tips?”

“I’m not much of a talker,” Selina replied with a shrug. It was a bit of a lie, but it was easier than saying why she was good at keeping secrets—escaping juvenile detention as a kid, escaping women’s correctional when she was 16, working for the mob, becoming a master thief, all of these things were not conducive to having a motormouth. She nodded. “And where does Jane Foster work?” she asked, her head tilted thoughtfully, storing that name to look into further later. “Oh, he was definitely one smug-ass teenager,” she replied, her lips splitting into a smile. “Don’t let him hear that I said that, though. I think he thinks that I consider him the best person on the planet.” Selina laughed again, her head tilting back lightly. “Generally, being on the scary side helps. And boys always hate girls with a brain, so show off some smarts, and if they’re gross, they’ll back off.”

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ipodtasergirl:

“Oh, that’s not vague or anything. Are you a spy? Cause I know a spy and you remind me of her.” she said, figuring so long as she didn’t mention Natasha by name it’d be okay. “Which billionaire? Do you know Tony Stark?” Wait, Gotham… Think woman you’re meant to know this stuff from politics… “Or… Mr. Wayne?” she hazarded a guess, “I’m here cause my boss is a super scientist.” she said, a note of pride for Jane in her voice, “Oh, and she’d dating Thor. Big guy, has a hammer, fond of throwing cups on the floor.” she chuckled. “Really? I bet you always get good tips.” she reached the champagne carrying waiter and took one, only just managing not to knock the rest of them over, “Oops.” she turned back to Selina, “So,” be interesting dammit, “Did you know that guy over there,” she pointed at a stuffy looking old guy with a glass in each hand, “Is something of a perv.”

“I’m not a spy, just private,” Selina replied, unfazed. She nodded. “Bruce Wayne,” she responded. “I’ve known him since we were teenagers, unfortunately. Despite his relatively large trust fund, he’s not known for his fun nor his spontaneity.” A slight tilt to her head, Selina paused. “Who is your boss?” she asked, making a note to file away this information for later use. Perhaps it could be something that she would actually need in the future. Selina chuckled, taking another sip from her glass, leaving a slight crimson mark around the rim. She rubbed it away with her thumb. “Oh, him? He’s been hitting on me all night. It’s been awful.”

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

bvtmvnx:

“Did I now?” He looked her over to examine the dress that was apparently on his dime, “I see I’m getting my moneys worth. I would appreciate you not doing that again.” His tone took on a slight note of irritation, but a smirk remained on his face as his freehand moved to press against her back and pull her closer. “I’d also like to take a moment to point out that telling someone to ‘fuck off’ is not being on your best behavior– even if it’s just some tabloid reporter. Our deal extended to more than you just not robbing people blind and kicking ass– as you put it.”

“Alfred gave me your credit card and told me to just go wild.” Selina smirked. “I won’t, I won’t. You’re no fun.” Selina allowed herself to move closer to Bruce, leaving very little room between their faces as they spoke. Selina’s voice dropped to an even quieter level. “Darling, you and I both know that is my best behavior,” she said, her eyes flicking towards where the reporter had been standing, though he was now nowhere to be found. “Besides, I’m a perfectly lovely date. You’re the envy of all the unmarried—and some of the married—men in this room, I’ll have you know.” She was well aware of people checking her out—their stares fueled her.

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ipodtasergirl:

She tensed at the light touched, grinning nervously, she felt like a mouse in front of a tiger. That smile was kinda scary, this lady reminded her of Natasha a little bit. And she wasn’t kidding she told Wanda she sometimes suspected that woman was planning her death on a whim. “Selina Kyle, no idea who you are but got it!” Crap, she didn’t mean that to sound insulting. “Sorry, I really don’t belong here.” When in doubt be honest. “Really? Yikes, I bet all the crazy stuff happens there. My home town was real boring. Bet you see cool stuff all the time huh?” She seemed like a cool lady, “I bet you get outta bed and just look perfect don’t you?” Meanwhile she looked like stomped over poop. “That’s a good idea, always grab the waiters heading down the centre of the room. Their drinks are fresh outta the kitchen and colder.” she explained, heading in that direction, “I know that cause I was waitress here till half an hour ago.” Cause that didn’t sound weird at all.

“I’m not famous, and that’s for a reason,” she responded, her smirk never leaving her features. How easy it would be to scare this little girl into submission—Selina wasn’t the type to do that, not to other women, at least. Maybe to insignificant men and bad guys—but they didn’t matter, anyway. “It’s fine, my dear, I don’t really belong here, either.” She gestured at what she was wearing. “All thanks to a billionaire’s credit card. Certainly not my own.” Selina raised an eyebrow, following the younger woman. “I’ve done my fair share of waitressing jobs,” she replied. Of course, she had done them as a cover to lift wallets and jewelry from people at the gala, but she still had to serve drinks all the same. 

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

bvtmvnx:

“Or rather, her most polite way of doing it,” Bruce added as he stepped up beside Selina. He nodded to the reporter recognizing the press badge they were sporting. A tabloid. Just great. Annoying as they were at least he didn’t have to worry too much about what they’d have to say about him and his date. Tabloids weren’t worth the headache and anyone with half a brain wouldn’t believe them anyway. Bruce’s gaze fell on Selina and he offered a smile, “Why don’t you and I hit the dance floor, hm?” Leaning forward, his voice dropped low enough that only she would hear, “I thought we agreed that you would behave?”

Selina turned to Buce, still seething. “Yes, let’s,” she said, her voice short as they walked towards the dance floor. Pressing towards him, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other within in his fingers, she crinkled her nose. “You don’t see me breaking out the whip, do you?” she asked, her voice hushed and sultry as she spoke. “I’m behaving perfectly well. I haven’t kicked anyone’s ass yet, though I could, even in this dress.” She paused. “Thanks, by the way. You paid for it.”

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ipodtasergirl:

Well, her little trick seemed to work. And now Darcy was alone with the frankly, scary lady, she wasn’t really sure what to do. One she did know what that she seemed a little pissed, and not in the drunk way. “So, umm…” she searched for something to say, something interesting Darce, something interesting…. “I fell over Batman and slapped him in the face once,” little too interesting Darce. She would have face palmed, but odds are that wouldn’t do her any favours, “I mean uhh, have you seen that fat-man he looks like a giant ponse.” Yeah, that worked better, “Wanna get drunk?” Did fancy gala people get drunk? She was getting this wrong, all wrong, where the hell were Jane and Thor!? Won’t leave you to fend for yourself my ass, she was better off waitressing, “I’m Lewis? I mean Darcy, yup. Darcy Lewis,” she trailed off, “It’s uhh, my name… Hi!”

Selina gave Darcy a smile—somewhat manipulative and catlike, but kind all the same—and she reached out and gently brushed Darcy’s hair off her shoulder, examining the necklace around the younger woman’s neck. “Darcy Lewis,” Selina repeated. “I’m Selina Kyle,” she responded lightly, her hand dropping so that both hands were around her champagne flute. A laugh tilted her head back, and she pressed her fingertips lightly over her lips. “Oh, dear, if you only knew.” She paused. “I’m a Gothamite. All of us have stories about the old Bat.” Selina, of course, had a few more than most people, but then again, she wasn’t going to divulge those secrets to a stranger. She raised the glass lightly towards the younger woman. “I’m already getting there, darling,” she replied. “Why don’t we get you a drink, hm?” 

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

ipodtasergirl:

Wow…. Darcy had only been standing close by but she’d heard that conversation and damn did this woman have some balls, talk about a Badass. As first impressions went Darcy was damn impressed. Women like this belonged here. She bet she’d never have to waitress at a gala to earn extra money. Darcy was only playing a guest right now. But, it seemed the reporter hadn’t got the message. Well, she always loved helping people. Darcy strode forward and linked arms with the woman like they were besties, “Hey Girl! So happy to see you here! Listen, leanne’s having a wardrobe crisis over by the bathrooms, so we’re gonna have to get out butts over there and help her.” she flashed the reporter a naive grin, “Sorry, fellow girl in need of saving.” and promptly steered them away from the reporter, “Phew, I guess that guy was an ass huh?” she chuckled, a little nervous now, “Hope you don’t mind I uhh, though you could use some help?”

Selina raised her eyebrows as the woman came up next to her, and she scoffed dramatically. “Of course Leanne is having a wardrobe crisis,” she said, shaking her head and playing along, allowing herself to get pulled away. When they were out of the way of the reporter, Selina rolled out her shoulders, looking especially catlike when she stretched, before lightly pulling he arm away from the woman who had come by to save her. “Yeah, well, some people just don’t know when to stop, do they?” she said with a roll of her eyes, taking another sip from the champagne glass in her hand as she surveyed the room. Apparently, Bruce had decided that this was the opportune time to duck out and do whatever it was he came here to do, right at the moment when reporters decided to latch onto Selina. Or, perhaps, it was the other way around—perhaps they were waiting until Bruce was out of sight to attack her. Regardless, she was upset with Bruce for leaving her alone at all, now.