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selina kyle / 35 / I'm a thief, and stealing is what I do. Not so much for the prize or the possession or even the profit... but for the art of doing it...because I can...and because I'm good.

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chicagospryde‌:  

( ✉️ ➜ best lady ever ): I wish carbs were people :( I’d marry some spaghetti ( ✉️ ➜ best lady ever ): OH, the sand! That’s the best/worst part. this is why men shouldn’t write….or direct…or do anything ( ✉️ ➜ best lady ever ): You have good taste, lady.  ( ✉️ ➜ best lady ever ): really? I’m not annoying? ( ✉️ ➜ best lady ever ): he’s cool! And he’s got a cool backstory. and a cool lightsaber. he’s kind of like….a product of his circumstance. maybe he would’ve been good if someone let him. maybe. maybe not. his anger is a little understandable in that way. he does exactly what he has to do. 

[ ✉️ → Kitty (Very Drunk)]: I’d elope with a chocolate croissant.  [ ✉️ → Kitty (Very Drunk)]: Mmm hard agree. What are your thoughts on the new ones? [ ✉️ → Kitty (Very Drunk)]: Oscar Isaac is hot but I’ve heard mixed reviews [ ✉️ → Kitty (Very Drunk)]: No. Men who write sand monologues and make Carrie Fisher shoot scenes in that ugly gold bikini are annoying. You are not annoying. [ ✉️ → Kitty (Very Drunk)]: Sounds pretty cool [ ✉️ → Kitty (Very Drunk)]: Plus cyborgs are always like. Peak sci-fi content.

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sofiastarks‌:  

She could feel her heart stop the second the woman’s hand was wrapped around her wrist – it was a brief moment, because, for some reason, the woman immediately let go. Sofia’s first impulse was to bolt the second the woman let go (and that impulse was still screaming in the back of her head, despite the way the woman was speaking). “Scam a scammer? I— really picked the wrong person…” But, another shocking twist, the woman was giving her tips. Everything Sofia had assumed about this woman was wrong, and she was proving it in spades.

“Why?” Sofia blurted out. She should have just accepted the cash – and Sofia probably would, but out of all the possible scenarios that had flipped through Sofia’s head, she hadn’t considered that someone might just give her money. “I mean — yeah, the trees could sure use eighty bucks… but why?” There was confusion clear on her face, a mix of that and appreciation but also a small bit of hesitation. Wondering why a stranger would care, why she would offer Sofia money… and why a woman she barely knew gave her more advice than her mother had in the entire time she had been living with her mom? 

Why? The girl was right to be skeptical; Selina would’ve had the same reaction at her age, probably also paired with a diversionary throat punch and a high-speed sprint. The life of a grifter was a lonely one, and it was hard to take acts of apparent generosity at face value. It took about six years for Selina to half believe the entire world wasn’t out to get her.

“Call it a professional courtesy.” Selina probably should’ve just left it at that - all but telling a stranger she was also a thief and parting with her cash was certainly enough impulsivity for one afternoon, but something gave her pause. Maybe it was the mixture of shock and distant disbelief on the girl’s face, the fact that she clearly had a knack for this kind of thing, or the strange familiarity of her eyes. Or maybe it was that all of Bruce’s horrible personality defects were actually, literally contagious. “I’m Selina. What’s your name, kid?”

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heartheblackdamncanary‌:  

Dinah watched Selina carefully. They were friends on most days, but sometimes she remembered just how sharp the cat’s claws could get. “Dessert. A friendly gesture? Or a distraction?” she mused aloud with a hum before picking up the dessert and taking a bite without breaking eye contact. Damn Selina and her good taste in sweets. And her good taste in general. “Yes, Ollie gave me some… information… on the matter. I’m just curious, what has you waiting for anyone’s opinion before just pouncing on the operation yourself?” Selina was capable, and she had other people she might usually call for backup. Why the Green Arrow? And not just that, but why enlist her too?

“Baby, I don’t need dessert to be distracting,” Selina winked, taking a bite of cake off the end of her plastic fork. She could read caution in the lines of Dinah’s face and the intensity of her gaze, but it wasn’t reflected in Selina’s own posture. Though Dinah was certainly right to err on the side of caution -- Selina did have a very particular reputation, after all -- this wasn’t that kind of visit. Even criminals got in the giving spirit once or twice a year. “Clocked the guy at Oliver’s benefit, and I don’t really have the funds or the connections to take down someone that big by myself.” She paused, a small smile taking shape on her mouth. “And Ivy’s out of the country.”

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immortalweapon‌:  

There was no reason he should have remembered her. Their acquaintanceship, if it could be called such at all, had been brief. Just a naive rich boy and a woman trying to make ends meet, a child easily fooled and an adult willing to take advantage of that trust for a quick getaway. It was a story Danny had a thousand versions of, one he’d replayed time and time again on several continents, in several lifetimes, but still, he remembered her. She probably wished he didn’t.

And yet, in this case, he could laugh about it. This story wasn’t one that ended with him strapped to a bed in a mental institution, didn’t see him coughing up blood in a near-abandoned warehouse or having a blade slipped between his ribs by a man he’d been so sure he could trust. This story was a harmless one, one where no one was hurt. At the end of the day, rich people could afford to replace candelabras and young boys could find some use for a pair of quarters. And they could laugh about it now.

“Hey, I bought a gumball with those quarters,” he interjected with another brief laugh, “so I didn’t think you were a dick at all. I doubt Harold ever even noticed his candelabra went missing.” Harold Meachum had loved his money, to be sure. He’d killed Danny’s parents in the interest of keeping it, but something as minuscule as a candelabra going missing after a party designed to flaunt his wealth? Danny doubted it ever crossed his radar at all. “Yeah, I guess I am. Almost thirty now.” Not really. He was a good four years off from thirty, but… he’d felt older than he was for a while now. He’d felt all grown up ever since that plane hit the ground. “How about you? Are you still giving out quarters?” Are you still stealing $40 candelabras from rich white men’s parties? 

Selina felt a touch of surprise at the generosity of Danny’s reaction -- she’d expected maybe a terse smile followed by an inelegant dismissal, the sort of reaction that was typical of the up-and-coming corporate club of which Danny was now a ranking member. She’d had the displeasure of meeting Ward Meachum at a function earlier that year, and he’d definitely been every inch the asshole she’d expected.

She found herself hopelessly endeared by the response and the earnest inflection behind it. “A gum ball, huh? Okay, then. Apology rescinded. And, hey, shhh. In my mind you’re still, like, newly eighteen, and you’ve just aged really badly.” She used to viscerally hate it when old people said shit like “time flies”, yet there she was, letting that worn out aphorism cut her right to the core. “How does nearly thirty feel?”

What a delightfully complicated question. “Of course not. I don’t get caught anymore,” she said mildly, the statement paired with a blink-and-you-miss-it wink. “You really made me up my game, you know.” Though she could have pivoted, made up a new career, made up a new name, Selina found it wasn’t her inclination. She instead chose to keep the details purposefully slippery and right on the edge of teasing. As sweet as Danny had turned out to be, Selina had to assume he’d probably draw the line at spending his Saturday chatting with a career criminal. Pity that that was such a widely held standard. She made a lovely brunch date. “Out of curiosity, what brings you to the met this weekend? Not business, I hope.”

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ofhelenabertinelli‌:

Normally Helena would protested against spending the night but instead she nodded. “Yeah, okay, I don’t feel like going home anyway” she said with a small shrug, maybe she just didn’t want to be alone right now, though she wouldn’t admit it, not after she’d insisted to everyone that she was fine.

Selina nodded, turning the cap off the bottle of tequila and neatly pouring out two shots. She threw hers back without ceremony, tucking a wedge of lime between her teeth and sucking off a brief sour pull. “If someone asks me where you are,” she began, sure that there’d be no doubt in Helena’s mind of who “someone” might be, or of what symbol they’d have emblazoned across their chest, “do you want me to tell them?” Selina wouldn’t, if Helena asked. In any case, Bruce didn’t actually know what was best for everyone at all times, despite what he might think.

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heartheblackdamncanary‌:  

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The week was winding down and Dinah was about to close up shop when she saw a familiar face poke their head in the door right before 8 o’clock hit. After Ollie had approached Dinah with the intel that Selina had gathered, the Black Canary knew it was only a matter of time before the two had a talk. “Well, just look at what the cat dragged in,” she said with a smirk, letting the woman in before locking up the door and turning the sign to closed. It was only after a beat that she realized she’d just used one of Oliver’s lines and internally scowled at herself. Not that Oliver was the first to use the line.

“Hey, foxy,” Selina returned with a wink. She slid through the open door, making her way through the displays of flower arrangements to set a small cardboard box onto the counter near the cash register. She flipped open the lid, meeting Dinah’s eyes with a conspiratorial smile. “Brought you dessert.” Picked up from the Cuban restaurant a couple blocks from Selina’s apartment - a dense chocolate rum truffle cake rolled in the shape of a Cuban cigar, covered in dark chocolate and cocoa. Rich, decadent, and fashionable, much like Selina herself. “I’m assuming Robin Hoodie has given you some indication of why I might be here.”

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sofiastarks‌:   

“It really is,” Sofia said, letting her shoulders sag as if she had spent a lot of time thinking about this. And the woman was engaging enough to be polite, which was a good sign for Sofia. Filling the air with something so that Sofia wasn’t awkwardly staring at her while she filled out the form – and also, if the woman was distracted with talking and writing, she’d be even more distracted. (Purses were harder than back pockets or jackets, but there was an opening here, and Sofia was going to take it.) “One tree planted,” Sofia supplied. “It’s a big one but – the name might be recognizable but until you’re face to face with people, they tend not to realize what we’re doing. Not really at least.” Sofia let the words sit a moment as she moved to watch the woman fill out the form (to help guide her, if the woman asked). “What groups do you work with usually?” 

Her new position next to the woman put her closer to the purse. And while the conversation continued, Sofia started her work, a hand slowly slipping into the woman’s purse. “A student. History major at NYU.” A lie considering that Sofia had never graduated high school but history was the one subject that she excelled at. Her memory gave her a leg up on memorizing dates and names after all – so if this woman happened to quiz her, she was confident she’d be able to pass.

As she felt a hand snake into her bag, Selina captured the offending wrist in a firm but gentle grip, squeezing it once before releasing without incident. The last thing either of them needed was some do-gooding bystander to witness an altercation and call the cops. “Impressive technique,” she affirmed, mouth tipping into a playful smile. “You probably pull it off pretty well, when the mark isn’t watching for it.” A con like this was best run on unsuspecting tourists outfitted in fanny packs and ‘I Heart NY’ t-shirts. “It’s little harder to scam a scammer. Probably need a bigger misdirection, a second touch or something of equal weight and size to swap the valuable for.” 

Selina knew what it was like to have to steal to survive. She remembers living off canned food, sleeping with four sweaters on because she couldn’t afford to turn the heat up, and planning her expenses down to the very last dollar. Maybe that wasn’t the situation of the girl in front of her and maybe it was, but either way, Selina certainly had a little cash to spare for an up-and-coming colleague. “I have a Menchie’s punch card and a pick-up for brand new La Perla’s that I do not want to part with,” she explained, drawing her wallet out of her clutch, “but I’m less attached to the eighty bucks in cash. Which would be for the trees, obviously.”

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cxrcusbxrd‌:   

          A stifled laugh, half-way a scoff exploding out of his sinuses. He really hated that word, especially used on Bruce. “Figured you wouldn’t be wasting time in an unsecured location.” A lazy explanation, but logic dictated anyone who didn’t want to be seen would take every measure. God, now he was starting to think like Bruce. He held up blue palms, a surrender. “I hear enough of the scanners all day, you’re clean on that side.” Not to say she wasn’t when she was unseen, but tonight felt… a little more casual than most previous encounters. Besides, he hated picking fights unless people deserved a good kick in the ass. 

          “He can’t ground me, I’m on my own, out of the manor,” had been for a while, but she knew. It was a joke, a farce. Exchanges always went this way, just before things got down to business, or otherwise. “He can growl at me all he wants, but I’ve got big boy pants now.” From the way things looked, this was simply a social meeting. Dick really hoped so. Too many times he’d caught people on rooftops that he had to knock out. He’d managed to step a bit closer, upright enough to make sure he didn’t look like he was stalking prey, and looked out over the city. “Though, he’s not as bad as he was, give him a little credit. Robins are hard birds to keep. He tries for all of us, that’s what matters.” Maybe a little too bittersweet there, Richard.

“Pretty bold move to presume anywhere is secure at this point,” Selina groused, voice dipping a little in irritation. The drama around the Accords shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did, at least for someone who often claimed to have a complete and unfailing preoccupation with self-interest, but General Ross’ words had gotten beneath her skin in a surprisingly long-lasting way. “But fair enough, Dick. How’s that going, by the way? The cop thing, I mean,” Selina asked, voice intentionally just a little too innocent to actually be innocent at all. “Think you’ll be up for Detective anytime soon?”

Selina felt a spark of genuine amusement at the defense, though she heard the playfulness that underscored it. Obviously Dick was a grown up, and had started the grueling task of making his own way many, many years ago. That didn’t, however, change the fact that when the bat called, they all came running. “I suppose it’s inevitable that you’ll be a little better at parenting once you get to your fourth or fifth child. Something we may all aspire to,” Selina waved her Jamba Juice as if gesturing to a throng of people, despite the fact they were the only two occupying the roof, “Or not. Depends on whether you’ve got the same orphan complex he does.” 

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due to personal reasons I will be committing crimes

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burdenedxtelepath‌:  

Oh  well  now  he  would  have  to  thank  Jean  later  for  dragging  him  to  this  event  because  at  the  moment,  he  was  nothing  short  of  entertained.  G-d,  how  long  had  it  been  since  he  was  able  to  drop  the  veil  and  have  a  bit  of  fun?  Abusing  his  powers  was  never  an  option,  but  toying  with  them  in  situations  like  these  didn’t  fall  under  abuse.  Fact  is,  she  was  amusing  and  he  was  relishing  every  moment  of  those  second  thoughts  filtering  into  his  head.

She  was  nervous  —  unsure  of  herself  for  the  first  time  in  probably  ages.  Oh  he  had  no  doubt  this  was  a routine  that  she  worked  with  practiced  ease.  Even  if  some  men  didn’t  buy  the  first  act,  he  was  sure  a  woman  of  her  talents  had  acts  ii  and  iii  available  at  a  moment’s  notice. But  Charles  was  different  —  probably  frustratingly  so  —  and  because  of  this,  he  could  hear  her  trying  to  figure  him  out.  It  was…  quite  amusing.

❝Scotland,  but  close  enough,❞  he  smiled.  ❝I  do  have  business  ventures  in  England  as  well,  but  you’re  right.  We  have  Meghan  and  I  am  a  wee  bit  jealous  that  I  didn’t  meet  her  first.  That’s  what  I  get  for  being  a  recluse  and  all  work,  but  no  play.  I  missed  my  shot.❞

He  nods  his  head,  glancing  back  at  the  tree  briefly.  ❝I  know  OF  him.  Bruce  runs  in  circles  outside  my  own.  He’s…  well,  not  easy  to  get  a  hold  of.  I’m  afraid  that,  despite  my  status.  it’s  not  nearly  enough  to  get  in  with  the  likes  of  him.  I’d  like  to  though.  He  seems  interesting.❞

He  laughed  a  little  shaking  his  head.  ❝If  I  know  my  ex,  their  current  lover  is…  fit  to  be royalty. I  couldn’t  compare.  He  probably  looks  like  Khal  Drogo  or  something.  Don’t  sweat  the  ring  thing  so  much  my  darling.  I  can  tell  you’re  a  woman  of  taste.  If  the  ring  wasn’t  your  thing,  then  he  owes  it  to  you  to  fix  it.  If  he  cannot  even  get  the  ring  right,  then  who’s  to  say  he  can  get  it  right  for  the  long  haul?  I  do  hope  the  ring  is  to  your  liking  next  time.❞

Okay  but  seriously,  he  was  beginning  to  wonder  how  long  they  could  keep  this  up  and  so  he  paused,  deciding  to  make  a  move  of  his  own  to  see  how  she  would  react.  Stepping  closer  to  her,  he  reached  out,  brushing  a  stray  hair  out  of  her  face.  ❝May  I  ask  you  a  question?❞

“Oh, wow, I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland! Especially after binging Outlander with my girlfriends. Jamie is just so dreamy.” Selina had actually been on a lengthy tour of the highlands a couple years back, primarily to replace a decently expensive Jack Vettriano painting with a forgery, but also a little to touch one of the fluffy cows and hear Nessie stories firsthand.

At the remark on Bruce, she nodded in (actually genuine) understanding. Back in the early days of their friendship -- when Selina hadn’t been able to tell if she wanted to be with Bruce or to simply be as intelligent, adept, and in control as he was -- she’d resorted to a few... extreme ways of capturing his attention. Ten years later she could now admit that there weren’t that many pieces at the Gotham City Art Museum that were actually worth stealing. 

“Mmm, be warned, cariño. I can tell you firsthand, those lips are nothing but trouble,” Selina demurred, pairing the warning with a ditzy wink. “But it seems like you have some experience in that area, if your ex is out here picking up the Khal Drogos of the world. Still, it’s like my favorite beauty guru Brittany Cupcakes says, never sell yourself short! You are also super sexy and absolutely killing it in that suit, I am fully confident in your ability to make him regret a lot of his life choices.”

Typically, when a man touched Selina at this sorts of event, she immediately remembered the four different ways she could break his nose, one of which would be fatal. Strangely enough, though the thought still crossed her mind, it didn’t land with much sticking power, and came about as a sort of absent notion she’d never actually follow through on. Though it had taken “James Grey” an alarmingly short amount of time to see through her deception, she didn’t get the sense he was particularly dangerous, or that he meant her any harm. 

“Yes, you may,” Selina said gently, though her gut twisted the way it typically did when she had a feeling she was about to get caught, “But I want to go next.”

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goldenavcnger‌:  

Fugitive friendly. For what wasn’t the first time in their conversation, Tony huffed a laugh, feeling a genuine thrill of amusement go through him. Selina is someone who fit in perfectly with the diamond toting socialites she associated herself with, but when you got to sitting down with her, you found yourself pleasantly surprised. There were few people who Tony considered to keep pace with him, but she definitely fit within that category, and he found himself wondering whether they were having two conversations at once. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think Selina could read his mind. “An experience vastly overrated, trust me,” Tony promised. “Been there, done that, fallen into the canal while trying it. The Stark family line almost ended with me at seventeen, thinking the brownies wouldn’t hit as hard.”

Tony walked with Selina’s arm in his, hand resting on hers as they went. “Oh, don’t talk to me about Balenciaga. My ex-fiancee wanted to go full ostrich on our wedding day. I’ve never been so thrilled to have a relationship fall through.” Rumiko was a soft spot, one that he rarely revealed. Tony preferred to stick with the image of playboy, never thinking of a ring unless it was to laugh at the notion, but at twenty-one years old he’d been different. “Remind me to get you a Louis for Christmas. They’re much more roomy, if you go with the right year.” There was a part of Tony, ever present, that wanted to ask for details, wanted to dig deeper – but there was another voice, the one that came up with Danny or Oliver or Steve, that said the less he knew, the less he had to deal with. “I’m a workaholic with a tragic personal life and a penchant to prefer machines for company?” Tony offered with a raised eyebrow. He grinned, shaking his head. “I’m working on a project. Top secret, but it involves red, gold, and a lot of flying face first into concrete. I’ll give you three guesses.”

Selina, who was definitely not going on Amsterdam canal cruises when she was seventeen, still found the anecdote wholly endearing. Even alongside the wealth and the privilege, there were undertones of self-deprecation and honesty in Tony’s stories. It never felt like he was showing off, trying to curry interest through mention of casual extravagance. “Oh, no, poor baby,” she laughed; the mental image of a gangly, pimply Tony drenched in Amsterdam canal water was more than a little amusing. “Bet it ruined your buzz, too. See, that’s just another reason for us to go. If you get high on a canal cruise with me, I will both keep you from falling into the water and sneak a little Halal Fried Chicken in my purse for when we get the munchies.”

Selina raised an eyebrow at the mention of an ex-fiancee -- it wasn’t exactly surprising, after meeting Tony she’d started to suspect he was a bit of a romantic -- but it was new information. “You were engaged?” she asked, smile softening slightly. At the mention of a Christmas present, Selina shook her head, bumping her shoulder gently against Tony’s. Selina received presents from a number of different admirers, but none that actually cared to tailor to her style and preference the way Tony did. “Stop trying to ruin all other men for me, one of these days it’s actually going to work.” Selina paused, sparing a brief glance at her stylishly oversized watch. Lunch could wait. She wasn’t eager to get back to Dr. Norton and his weird salami breath. Selina squeezed Tony’s arm, smile taking an excited edge. “Do you have the suit here? Oh my god. Wait. Can I see it?”

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Honey, I’m Home! Batman Returns

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sofiastarks‌:  

Sofia liked to think that she was good at reading people – cold reads were always the hardest… but they weren’t impossible. There were a few things that Sofia had picked up on immediately when meeting a person, such as the way they were carrying their belongings. (Often the first thing that Sofia noticed, frankly.) And this woman had a purse that seemed impossible to get – but she had read enough quotes online to know that impossible was screaming I’m possible – or rather, I’m a worthy challenge. A bad idea, really. 

“I am so glad you asked!” Sofia said, laying it on thick. Offering the woman the clipboard and a pen, she motioned towards the exposed page. For the most part, the information on it was obscure enough that most people wouldn’t know what she was talking about – people being aware of world events was rare, and when it came to nature? People cared even less. (Right in line with global warming is a myth bullshit.) The chances this woman cared about any of that were slim to none, but Sofia could rattle off some information and maybe bore her into a distracted state. “Planting trees in New Guinea. About one and a half percent of their national forest is being lost a year, and the group I’m representing has a ten-year plan to stabilize that percentage – make sure we don’t hit two percent or worse.” Did Sofia really care about the trees? No. But she had read an article a few weeks back and figured she might as well make use of the information! 

Save the trees. It was a good fake cause, sympathetic to most, easy to pitch, generic enough that neither the interaction nor the face of the girl would make a particularly lasting impression. “Oh, that sounds just awful,” Selina frowned, features overwritten with engineered sympathy. She dutifully took the proffered clip board and pen, noting quietly that it was a not inconsiderable list of suckers whose information had already been gathered that day. “What organization did you say you were canvassing for? I do a little nonprofit work every now and then, maybe I’ve heard of them.”

If it was Selina running the scam, she would make the lift while the mark was occupied with the conversation and the task of signing the petition. As such, in order to give the kid a fighting chance, she started printing her name in neat letters in one of the open slots, pressing down the urge to smile. “It’s so admirable that you’re doing this kind of work,” she said solemnly, “Are you a student around here or a full time environmentalist?”

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loudandbossy‌:  

She picked a cafe but maybe, Lois should have picked a bar. There was nothing of interest here – and from what she could see, the people wandering in and out of the establishment had no care in the world. Certainly not bothered by the amendments to the Accords… there was no story here. Only petty gossip. Not even the kind she could write about. (Though she could… but that would mean admitting defeat and opting to take on the gossip column, which Lois would never do.) 

For now, Lois was shameless staring at each person who walked inside. Most were too busy to realize she was even looking, but one was bound to notice and call her out – not that Lois cared. 

Her eyes finally flickered down to the blank page on her table. She had nothing outside of the latest fashion trends. “I really am going to end up on gossip duty,” Lois murmured, rubbing her temple as she spoke to herself. “I would pay for a decent story,” she finally said, leaning back in her seat. “Or even a hint of a story.”

Lois Lane had nerves of steel and wit so sharp it would make Dot Parker jealous, and that put her squarely within the 5% of the general population Selina found legitimately interesting. Upon spotting her sitting alone at an otherwise drab café, she couldn’t help but approach, moving within earshot just in time to hear the second half of Lois’ proclamation.

“Ms. Lane,” Selina smiled, taking a sip of her admittedly overpriced yet deliciously bitter and chocolatey beverage. She slid smoothly into the seat across Lois, slinging one leg over the other, mostly because she loved the feel of the soft red velvet of her pumps against her bare calf. “Is the state of journalistic affairs so dire that Pulitzer prize winning journalists have to troll for stories at The Missing Bean?”

Selina leaned forward slightly, voice dropping into a register that was half-teasing, half-conspiratorial. “If I had something on Councilman McKibbin, what would that get me? Anything except legal tender accepted.”

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ofhelenabertinelli‌:   

“Yes… no, what day is it?” Helena had buried herself in work to try and distract herself, it had worked to an extent, when it didn’t anymore she decided to take time off and had ended up here at Selina’s place. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept, or eaten anything other than an energy bar. “Thanks” she said with a weak smile.

“I wouldn’t turn down the tequila” she replied, she needed a drink, or several, enough to make her forget for at least a little while. 

Though Selina felt a touch of alarm at the question, she sealed the worry with a neat cinch. “The twenty-eighth,” she said simply. “It’s Thursday.” 

At the acquiescence, Selina turned around, pushed up onto the tips of her toes, and gathered a bottle of Tequila and two shot glasses from her liquor cabinet. She had nothing by way of mixers in her fridge, but Helena didn’t seem to be in a state of mind such that she’d care. “You should spend the night if we drink,” Selina threw a half-heartedly wicked smile over one shoulder before turning back around, retrieving a lime from a drawer in her refrigerator. “I don’t know that I’d feel comfortable putting you in a cab. Is that alright?”

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valxasgard‌:  

Valkyrie rose an eyebrow as she pulled the leaf out of her hair and placed it in her bag, didn’t want to leave the place a mess, since she was quite great at that. “Thank you.” She simply said as she slipped the rest of papers into her bag. “I was a warrior, so we learned a ton of techniques to make sure no one messed with us and made sure that we were taken serious, since a few of people liked to push the fold a bit too far.” She said, carefully not exposing herself, despite of her being registered. “Also, I worked as a scarper. You had to defend yourself while you got things.” She took in her appearance, hadn’t seen any one this beautiful in a while. “Thinking about joining us?”

“Sounds dangerous,” Selina said simply, mouth curved into a teasing smile. Warrior. Scrapper. There was something strangely antiquated about the vocabulary, enough to push one of her eyebrows into a well-sculpted arch. Even still, she didn’t bother to inquire further, knowing purposeful vagueness when she heard it. In fact, se could appreciate the mystery, especially in times like these. “Uh-huh, maybe,” she said, stepping forward, head tilted in feigned thoughtfulness. “Is it just a class for beginners, though? I’m not exactly new at this either, but I’d never say no to a sparring partner.” 

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☕ - get coffee with, go out to dinner with, steal their food; tony, bruce, oliver.

Get coffee with Oliver, go out to dinner with Tony, steal Bruce’s food.