Neighborhood Robbery

"Selina took care of people and had been for as long as she could remember. That had been one of the reasons for the mask, initially: to help provide. That and the excitement...the adventure. But when did they take over?" [Closed RP blog for STC]

[thefelinefelon]

How's Holly doing?

She's doing well. Staying out of trouble (though that's not to say she's kept out of it entirely).

Not that I can talk. ;)

[thefelinefelon]

What did they do for the holidays this year?

// She bought lots of presents for the Alleytown kids and Holly, and hosted a dinner for them at one of her apartments in the East End (not her main apartment). She made sure to get the kids a gift or two from Catwoman as well for all their hard work. :)

[thefelinefelon]

What's your idea of a perfect date, Selina? Not that I'm looking for hints or anything.

Well, it's been a while, but Dinner and a movie. Call me old-fashioned, but nice conversation over dinner and some cuddling in the dark doesn't sound too bad to me.

[thefelinefelon]

mindlikeaflashingdagger replied to your post:[mask pm] What is your current status?

[mask pm] I doubt he’d succeed even if that is his intention. If you encounter him, inform me as soon as possible. There are some questions he could assist me in answering.

[mask pm] You got it, O. Let me know if you hear anything about his whereabouts. As much as I love looking over my shoulder everywhere I go, it gets tiring fast.

I'll be out on patrol. I heard a certain East Ender broke out that needs to be caged again. Keep me updated.

[thefelinefelon]

[mask pm] What is your current status?

[mask pm] I'm alive, if that's what you're asking. Looks like the cat's out of the bag...or in this case, the dog's out of his kennel. I guess that kid was telling the truth. Do you think Kai will try to make good on the second part of his threat? Making me the main ingredient to his little ritual?

Can't wait. Dogs love chasing cats, but dogs so rarely get their just desserts. I can't wait to deliver it to him.

[mujerdelhampa]

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[justnemesising]

From East End With Love || Catwoman & Nemesis

Trent McManus was a deeply tanned young man who had spent the last few years in Miami where his bleach blond hair was all the rave. In Gotham, however, he looked out of place. The disguise was a memorable one, to say the least. Nemesis had specially crafted the cover for this mission. The light Southern drawl, the tacky superficiality, the obvious brawn… it all added up to a guy who looked stupid and people wouldn’t be too concerned about. Perfect for infiltrating Basilisk. Maybe.

Nemesis still didn’t have much more than a name. That, and the possibility that they had brainwashing technology. Or some possession mumbo jumbo. Not that he believed in that stuff. It was just more plausible than the idea that Craig had turned to the dark side of his own free will. 

"T-Man? You all there, bro?" Nemesis blinked, drawn from his thoughts. Frank, a burly man with a russet beard that’d make any lumberjack proud, was staring at him with eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, yeah." He nodded before giving a quick shrug. "It’s cold."

Frank chuckled. “That’s Gotham for you. It’s no Miami.”

"Sure ain’t," Nemesis replied as snowflakes frosted the tip of his nose. Frank smiled before turning back to the rest of the group. Rubbing his hands together, Nemesis quickly followed suit. No need to draw more attention to himself. Mal had already been hesitant to let him come along that night.

The enigmatic young man had been a godsend for Nemesis. Mal’s gang wasn’t well known or that powerful, but Mal was…special. There was something about him that even Nemesis hadn’t figured out. Mal could slip in and out of buildings without anyone noticing, much to the thief’s delight. Most nights that just meant that he’d disable the security in a building to let the rest of the guys get to work. (Luckily for Nemesis, they were a band of Robin Hoods who gave what they stole to the homeless and impoverished in the area so he didn’t feel completely horrible about joining one such “raid”.) But tonight, Mal’s gift meant a meeting with Basilisk.

"How much longer?"

"Any second now," Mal said, the picture of cool compared to his jumpy friend. Nemesis glanced around the dark alley, wishing he had his night vision goggles to see Basilisk approach. Damn Trent McManus wouldn’t know night vision goggles from sunglasses. Sometimes his covers were just unfair.

The group stood silently for a few minutes, waiting. Nerves curled up in Nemesis’ stomach. This could be the night he’d get answers. Or at least a solid lead into Basilisk. Maybe even learn what it was they were after. Why they’d recruit a spy to kill the head of a government agency.

"Malcolm," a silky voice purred from the depths of the night. Nemesis tensed as a tall, thin man clad in green and black emerged from the dark. No weapons, good. But Nemesis couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling, his stomach still queasy.

"I represent Basilisk," the man continued. Mal moved to speak, but the man raised a hand to silence him. "Thank you for meeting with me. Our conversation about your further involvement with Basilisk, however, is better suited for our headquarters."

"I haven’t said I’m going to join you," Mal said, eyes narrowing.

"Unfortunately, I’m not asking." Two more Basilisk operatives seemingly materialized from the shadows as the man spoke. "Your metahuman ability is what interests us. Your free will…" He shrugged with a tight lipped smile. "Of course," he said, looking at the rest of Mal’s gang. "That means we don’t need any of you."

Shit.

By the time the first bullet was shot, Nemesis had dived behind a dumpster and Frank was splayed out in a pool of his own blood. Gun shots rang through the night as the Basilisk operatives approached. Fuck. There was no getting away easy with this one. Pulling out his handgun, Nemesis hoped to god his mercy bullets could penetrate whatever uniform they were wearing. Not counting his, there were four guns total. Two on each side. They had a chance. Especially if they could disarm Basilisk.

A sleek figure in black dropped down from the rooftops next to him. Nemesis turned, praying they weren’t some innocent civilian. “You’re going to get shot,” he hissed.

[thefelinefelon]

The night was young and full of promise. It’d been a while since the last time Catwoman had been out and about—too busy spending time with the Alleytown kids and Holly to sharpen her claws on the people who deserved it. The holidays had provided a welcome respite from the usual chaos plaguing the East End. For a while, it seemed the baddies were content to stay home, stuff their faces, and keep their guns in the safe for a few days. But things had since kicked back into high gear.

She and Holly had been having dinner at Joe’s Diner in the East End, when Dex burst into the restaurant. “Somethin’s goin’ on tonight!” he’d said, sliding into the booth. “Somethin’ big. I thought you guys would wanna tell Catwoman just in case these guys decide to jack shit up.”

The kid didn’t have any details—only the time and location of the meeting spot. It apparently sounded like some “top secret important shit that Catwoman needed to check out ASAP,” and who was she to argue? The Alleytown kids had been a good source of information thus far and had yet to lead her astray. No one noticed kids on the street. They talked, the kids listened, and Catwoman did what needed to be done.

And so, she suited up that night and slipped out into the city, body swinging and twisting under a veil of stars. The meeting spot was perfect; there were vantage points that allowed her to wait and lurk in the shadows. She liked getting a feel of her environment beforehand—figuring out all the exits and ways to split in case things got too hot. She was used to stakeouts on rooftops, but that night she was starting to grow restless. “What’s a girl gotta do to see a little action around here?” she said into her radio as she peeked through her binoculars.

"I dunno," Holly chirped over the comm. "Maybe Dex was wrong? It wouldn’t be the first time that he—"

"Wait—" Catwoman slipped her hand over the speaker. Her eyes settled on the shadowy figures below her, only faintly illuminated by the distant glow of a streetlight. She recognized one of their faces. Malcolm, a thief after her own heart. She knew everyone who came in and out of her part of the city—especially if they ran in…less than legal circles. But what was he doing here? And who was that Billy Idol-wannabe standing next to him? He certainly wasn’t anyone she’d seen before. She would have recognized that dark tan and bleach blond hair.

Catwoman quieted her comms and waited in the shadows, her body growing rigid at the sight of green and black spandexed goons spilling into the alley with guns. She didn’t care if the rot of the East End killed each other off so long as no one innocent got hurt, but Malcolm was different. Not quite bad, though not quite good either. He was like her.

Hm. To intervene or let the boys play their own games? She narrowed her eyes as she watched the scene unfold. A bullet ripped through a member of Malcolm’s crew, propelling him backwards. Well, it was now or never. Do or die.

She hopped down to the fire escape and dropped to the ground below, landing beside the tanned Ken doll behind the dumpster. He hissed a warning to her, but she paid him no mind. He wasn’t her focus. Catwoman swung around the corner and darted towards one of the armed goons.

"I don’t like guns," she said, boot slamming the man’s hand against a brick wall. She heard the sickly crunch of a finger breaking before hearing the metal clatter of a gun against the concrete. "—just like I don’t like green and black together." The heel of her hand slammed against his nose and she heard another crunch—felt the bridge of his nose snap beneath her palm.

She ran towards the other goon, weaving and flipping to avoid the barrage of gunfire. She snapped her whip forward, leather wrapping around the man’s wrist from the side and yanking. A smile tugged at her lips as tumbled to the floor, gun slipping from his grip. “They say black goes with everything, but—” she kicked his temple and he crumpled beneath her boot. “—I beg to differ.”

The armed men were taken care of, but the steady footfalls in the distance signaled more reinforcements were coming. She glanced over in Ken doll's direction, hand tightening over the handle of her whip as she thought about her next move. She hated working with others, but even more, she hated working with others who were armed. Guns made things unpredictable. She was all for risk-taking and adrenaline rushes, but she wasn't about to risk getting a bullet in her back from people she was fighting alongside.

"Careful where you point that, Slick. I don’t play favorites," she said curtly. It was hard to divide her attention between Malcolm's side and the man in black and green. She didn't trust either of them despite fighting to keep Malcolm alive only a few moments prior. There wasn't honor among thieves in Gotham. 

"Anyone mind telling me what's going on here? Did I interrupt anything important? Saucy? Titillating?" she purred.

The footsteps in the distance grew nearer. They were drawing close. Not much time to talk; not much time to prepare for a second fight, either.

[duss005]

ending the holidays with these last panels from the end of Lil Gotham.

[thefelinefelon]

For Selina, in a box encoded to her fingerprints only. Every leaf of the Gotham Central Bank cheque book is signed by Bruce Wayne, each for $50,000. Only the recipient field is blank.

For you to fill in whichever East End development projects need the funds the most. So that those in need of it can have as much of a merry Christmas as you.

Bruce.

[thefelinefelon]

It's time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEL! Your character has been transported to the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! and like everyone, is caught up in playing a crazy card game. What are your characters six favourite cards, and what is their Millennium Item?

// Selina's cards:

Change of Heart

Witch of the Black Forest

Monster Reborn 

Princess of Tsurugi 

Dark Magician Girl

Hero Signal

And she'd probably like the Millennium Eye because of its ability to glimpse into people's souls/thoughts to see their true intentions. Despite her own struggles with her identity, she can't stand being lied to or deceived. She's also supposed to be a very good judge of character, so I think this matches her really well.

Either that or the Feather of Ma'at, as she often struggles with her darker past and her current, more heroic present. She doesn't know whether her motivations are genuine--if she is truly good--or whether her actions are simply a result of Zatanna's magical influence. 

[mikedugans]

[hardlyquinned-blog]

[pm] You gotta go on the date for an hour and you can return him after that. It’s as Catwoman too, so don’t be real surprised if he takes you to a shelter or something. You gotta have your receipt, though, which means you gotta take a picture with him and show me. He said he wants a pic of you two together and not naked. I don’t get men!

…What sorta present?

[thefelinefelon]

[pm] That's an awful lot of rules for something that's supposed to be a Christmas present for me. Are you sure this isn't a Christmas present for him instead? Who is this guy anyway?

I won't spoil the surprise...but it's a present without a lot of rules attached, I can tell you that much.

[tommymonaghan-blog]

Much better, yeah. Hope the part where you gave him a black eye is true, this Ed sounds like a certified dickhead. Beggin’ for money like that ain’t cool, you gotta earn your cash. I’m glad me and this bloke ain’t nothin’ alike.

An’ what about the present? You still get bothered by shady assholes a lot?

[thefelinefelon]

Well, it depends on how often you plan to talk to me.

...Just teasing.

I've run across plenty of Eds in my lifetime--some worse than others. Glad you're nothing like him. How do you earn your money? What do you do?

[hardlyquinned-blog]

[pm] Think of it as an early Christmas gift. Oh, or a Hanukkah gift! My ma’s been calling me like crazy, asking me to come over for at least a night, but I keep telling her I’m too busy. I mean, I am busy with Mister J and all, and they even wanna have me come in on Christmas in case he tries something funny. Anyway, who you spending Xmas with? 

PS: I think he does illegal stuff. What a catch!

[thefelinefelon]

[pm] And what's the return policy on this Christmas gift? 

I'm probably spending it with Holly and the Alleytown kids. I got 'em all presents, but it's been hell trying to hide them where they can't get their hands on them. 

You're more than welcome to come over. I've got a present for you, too.

[tommymonaghan-blog]

Tommy Monaghan. And yeah, Tommy is the full name, none of that Thomas crap for me, thank you very much.

Not exciting? No such thing, it’s all in how you spin the tale. Add a few explosions, a couple of dramatic cliffhangers and a great soundtrack an’ anything can become excitin’. How else d’you think they managed to make three Jaws sequels? Now give this principal’s office story another try, I know you can do it!

[thefelinefelon]

I didn't take you for a Thomas kind of guy anyway. And fine; I'm always up for a challenge.

Back when I was a kid, I got into scraps. One time, a shady-looking man named... Ed (none of that Edward crap for him, thank you very much) came up to me. He'd spent his last few dollars at the track and was looking for more cash. I had a few bills on me, but I wasn't willing to part with it. He was all male bravado, tongue sharp and his ego swollen. We fought. I kicked his butt. He changed his name. Still hangs out at the track, reminiscing about the days he tried to use comics to place his bets.

...Better? I might have made up a part or two.

[hardlyquinned-blog]

[pm] Wait, he brought out the big missiles for you? He only does that for real special occasions considering they’re a little hard to hide. Lucky ducky, you are.

Hm. True, but it ain’t good enough. Hey, speaking of making men cry, I mighta got you a date with someone.

[thefelinefelon]

[pm] Gee. I'll be sure to thank him the next chance I get.

Oh you did, did you? I don't remember asking for any help--not that I need any.

[alldogscomefromhell]

[pm] The two cannot be mutually exclusive. I give you freedom to choose the arena where you will die at my hand.

[thefelinefelon]

[pm] Allowing me to choose where we fight? What a gentleman. I'll have to pass, though. I'm not looking forward to seeing your face anytime soon...or ever, for that matter.