I'm adaptable

I'm known as The Cat to most and Selina to a select few. Although some sources may also refer to me as "Thief" or "Cat burglar", I prefer to view myself as a great equalizer between those that have little and those that have far too much. Either way, I'm damn good at my job. [[This is an independent RP blog for Nolanverse!Catwoman. Will RP with any character regardless of fandom! May be NSFW. Please be sure to read the OOC Info page and the About Selina page.]] My skype is: Goblinqueeniepoo. Feel free to add me to chat about getting a plot going!)) Tracks the tag: thecatwithagun and catwithagun

[respectthemindspower]

Jonathan could do nothing but stare as Selina picked up his pen, dropped it and then bent over to pick it up again. He gulped, his mouth suddenly feeling incredibly dry. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he asked her, voice hoarse. "I could kill you right now. But I want to fuck you, first." He closed his eyes, briefly, taking in a deep breath. "And don't call me 'Doctor' or so help me god I will take you right here on this desk."

[thecatwithagun]

"Oh, I have every idea what I'm doing to you." The enjoyment she achieved through her little act was growing by the second; pride surged through her as she returned his pen to him, circling around behind him. "Kill me? Oh my. You're in a mood aren't you? What if I'm not in the mood? I've got a display of crown jewels waiting for me at the museum. Unless you think you can do better," she paused, leaning down to place a gentle kiss upon the shell of his ear. "You're out of luck, Doctor."

[respectthemindspower]

"Me a tease?" Jonathan asked, husky voice sounding incredulous. "You’re the one who’s flaunting that body of yours in my mind. It’s unbearable! Gah, the things I want to do to you..!"

[thecatwithagun]

"I'm flaunting my body in your mind? Sounds like you've got a personal problem." Selina shrugged before picking up his pen, holding it out before her and proceeding to drop it. "Oops." After a side-eyed glance, she turned and bent over, dipping down to grasp the writing instrument before rolling upright, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. 

"Now, as you were saying, Doctor?"

[thecatwithagun]

"Really?" The smirk forming on her lips refused to remain hidden, despite her confusion at his admission. "You're either being a tease or sarcastic and only one of those things is going to fly with me."

[thecatwithagun]

high school au? where muse a and muse b are enemies but they fuck inside the janitor’s closet every fucking time they’re alone, although when they’re with other people, they bite each other’s heads off?

[thecatwithagun]

[nirwen]

All that remains is for you to watch as I drag your beloved Gotham into oblivion.

[respectthemindspower]

"I know you like to brag. God, do I know. But Selina… Honestly? You think your compliments don’t reach me anymore? When I’m feeling down it’s because something happened at work or my research is going down the drain or because I can’t meet my monthly fee of money I want to put aside for the wedding. Not because I’m insecure about my looks. I’m not the judge here, but you seem to be trying to undress me with just your eyes often enough."

[thecatwithagun]

"I really don't. Yes, honestly I don't. I tell you that you look handsome and you still look like you don't believe a word that's coming out of my mouth. And--money? You're worried about money? Jon, I've got the wedding fund. I've been planning a few big heists, big enough to pay for everything and then some. I know you've been trying to save but it's not necessary. I didn't know you were struggling with that. I would have told you to stop saving if I had.  And--I'd undress you with more than that if we weren't so busy lately. And I do other stuff with my eyes, Jon. I also imagine how good you look in a tux. But that's besides the point. Stop worrying about money. I'm a big girl and I can pay for my own parties."

[respectthemindspower]

"No. No. You’re not getting off as easily this time. This is the fourth time I’ve seen an ad like this come along. My phone is littered by messages by women even I can only label as freaks.”

[thecatwithagun]

"Good. They should be freaks. Look, I like to brag. And you see all those women? They want you. But guess what? They can't have you. Besides, you were feeling down the other day. Do you ever notice the times that those ads come out? Ding-ding-ding: I put them out to bump up your self-esteem. Apparently, me telling you you're sex on legs doesn't have the punch it used to."

[thecatwithagun]

That’s right. Someone has to crack the whip.

…Bingo. A huge ass. A huge self-congratulatory ass with his fancy little degree and legitimate job. But he’s hot. I’m not even going to deny that he’s a scary yet attractive jerk. 

[respectthemindspower]

Hey, I ain’t arguing that, sister.

So, now that you know of the force behind the ass, let me know when he’s being his troubling little self again, or if you have any special wishes for him to do (to you). I’ll deal with him.

[thecatwithagun]

Good. That's a losing battle.

Oh really? You know, he'd kill me if I started going behind his back to get my way. 

...

Good thing I can outrun him, hm?

[thecatwithagun]

I’m Selina Kyle. I’m independent. I make my own choices. 

You honestly believe this? Really? So you’re saying that you control Jon? That Jon has a woman pulling his strings…that isn’t me?

[respectthemindspower]

Oh no, trust me, you’re the one pulling Jonathan’s strings, you’re totally right. Most of the time, that is.

I could control him, but I don’t. Most of the time. I normally just set him free and monitor a little. Unless I really want him to be overly sweet with you or something, because you gotta admit: he can be quite an ass.

[thecatwithagun]

That's right. Someone has to crack the whip.

...Bingo. A huge ass. A huge self-congratulatory ass with his fancy little degree and legitimate job. But he's hot. I'm not even going to deny that he's a scary yet attractive jerk. 

[thecatwithagun]

You made him? Truly. You made Jonathan Crane do something.

Alright, you really should stay away from the drugs, sweetie. They’re affecting your reality.

[respectthemindspower]

Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but all of you have a person who does these things to you.

Yours is called Heather. Doesn’t make any of you any less real or independent, but it sure is fun to mess with you.

[thecatwithagun]

I'm Selina Kyle. I'm independent. I make my own choices. 

You honestly believe this? Really? So you're saying that you control Jon? That Jon has a woman pulling his strings...that isn't me?

[respectthemindspower]

Oh, honey, no.

You’re the woman in the engagement. Who do you think made him propose to you?

[thecatwithagun]

You made him? Truly. You made Jonathan Crane do something.

Alright, you really should stay away from the drugs, sweetie. They're affecting your reality.

[respectthemindspower]

"Jon, darling? I brought the--"..."You're not Jon."

I know.

Sweetheart, meet the woman behind your engagement. 

[thecatwithagun]

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. I'm pretty sure that I'm the woman behind my engagement.

[thecatwithagun]

ooc: Concerning that Batman Forever post...

[respectthemindspower]

Jonathan sighed again, when Selina moved some of his hair out of his face. Partially because he didn’t wanted to be treated like that, and partially because he did. And partially because he liked his hair being messed with and Selina knew that little weakness of him.

"… Right," he said, huffing out a breath. "How cute of you to spy on me. Really charming. How nice to know that my girlfriend— oh no, fiancée, made sure she knew how I was doing while I had no idea how she was. Stop acting like you’ve done some overtime this week, Selina. I put that ring around your finger and you just vanished again. Then you return, walk right back into our lives and the first person you go to is Alice? I mean, don’t get me wrong or something, but— I felt a little hurt at that. What was it? Something I did? Got cold feet right after the proposal?”

[thecatwithagun]

She knew it was coming, somehow she had felt that his anxiety and irritation had been squarely focused upon her little disappearance. As he went on and one, she kept up a great poker face, just letting him speak; which was usually not something she would have allowed. No, she loved to get her little words in but not with him. He was hurt and not matter how vain or altogether self-centered she seemed, she still had a heart; especially when it came to Jon.

"I do not spy on you, Jon. I just...I'm more worried about you than you sometimes seem to be about yourself. Someone needs to worry about you, as you seem to do a good job about that when it comes to me." Her face was still stony, not allowing any sort of emotion to spill forth just yet. 

"I did run, Jon. I ran. But don't--I didn't run because of you. I ran because I was worried about ruining your life. Jon, I'm a professional criminal, with no other trade to speak of. I have a series of issues that I've only ever had to worry about dealing with by myself. Don't you get it? I've only had to worry about myself because everyone else in my life left me broken. And then you came along, and you're a respectable man...in my eyes. And...for once in my adult life--I felt like I wasn't good enough. That I wasn't deserving of someone like you. That Miss Kyle was not cut out to be loved. So I ran. I ran like a coward to the old run-down place that I used to live and I just thought about everything. And I came to the conclusion that I had to come back because I need you." She stopped, lip trembling slightly but soon it was eased back with a clenching of her jaw.

"I love you and I went to Alice first only to make sure all the wedding  was still on. That you hadn't cancelled it. And to add a flavor to the cake."

And then she fell silent.

[respectthemindspower]

Jonathan sighed audibly when Selina sprawled herself out on his lap like a cat, and took his book from him. He looked at her, expecting her to say something. At her question, his eyes narrowed a little.

"How would you know?" he deadpanned. "You haven’t exactly been around, either."

[thecatwithagun]

Now it was her turn to sigh, pursing her lips at his little observation. "I know because I keep tabs on you. I've told you that before? You think I'm kidding? I take time out of my evening to check in on you." She paused, fixing some of his hair that had somewhat fallen out of place.

"I just make it a point to never bother you. You're not...receptive when you're working." 

[thecatwithagun]

"I’m not counting my losses. Trust me, if you pranced around like some ball of sunshine all the time, I’d shoot myself before walking down the aisle to you."

"I just wanted to comment on what an honest man you are, sweetie. But, it looks like you’re in a mood. Long day, hm?"

[respectthemindspower]

Jonathan raised a confused brow at Selina. “You’re being awfully sweet,” he commented dryly, not really sure where this was coming from. He didn’t answer he question, simply looked back at the book on his lap.

[thecatwithagun]

"How is that new?" Wholly unsatisfied with the lack of attention paid to her, Selina very casually sauntered over to his chair, sprawling herself over his lap as she carefully removed the book from his hands. Knowing he would throw a fit were it to be damaged, she gently placed it on the side table before adjusting her position to a more comfortable one. 

"You've been out late every night this week."