01/14/2018 06:33 PM  drabble | p o u n c e ! Selina Kyle was not a stranger to objects of grandeur, but the Wayne Manor never ceased to amaze her. Despite being filled with nothing but men most of the time, the grand mansion never had as much as a silk pillow out of place. Each detail was so intricate, so purposeful. She loved every bit of it. Granted, she probably had to credit dear Alfred for most of it.  Every single room had its own theme, she noticed. While the boys' bedrooms were left up to their own unique tastes at the moment, the more public spaces were inviting and elegant. The sitting rooms were comfortable and decorated with fine art most could only covet in their imaginations. The hallways were adorned with gentle lighting and precise furniture in allotted spaces. The kitchen was her favorite in this expansive abode--though she practically had to beg Alfred for entry to make herself a single smoothie. The appliances were top-of-the-line, the counter tops were of beautiful granite, and Selina even adored the cutlery--right down to the monogrammed napkins.  If she had to choose a second favorite space of hers, well...it'd be this one. The Cat lingered at a large wall mirror, giving herself a once-over. There was nothing particularly special about tonight, but she only had a couple of hours' time with him & needed to make it count. Bruce was a busy man. Selina was lucky enough to catch him in the throngs of Gotham City when the moon was high and bright, much less during the day. Tonight was different, though. Her Bat insisted that he'd be able to sneak away from his namesake Enterprises a bit earlier this evening, and though he never missed a night of patrolling the city he'd be able to make up for a little bit of lost time between the two. And while the two often had their tug-of-wars about their conflicting alignments, they also managed to find common ground and respect for one another. Slowly but surely, Bruce allowed her a piece of his life each and everyday. Selina did the same. It was interesting and certainly challenging to learn about each other outside of the alter egos. But this --being able to roam the mansion as she saw fit--was a perk she could get used to. Her fingers trailed from her collarbone to her navel, fingertips grazing the fabric that was barely there. In the background of her mirrored view was only a fragment of a bedroom so large it could fit her entire apartment. She eyed the bed, a wicked grin painting her crimson lips. Yes, this was her second-favorite room in all of the Manor--Bruce's very own bedroom. Selina twirled around, the transparent negligee flowing around her feminine figure. It did little to obscure what was underneath, if the delicate two-piece could even be considered clothing. Her matching undergarments were black as the deepest night and laced to ornate perfection. She wanted to wow him and if this couldn't do it, she didn't know what would. Deciding that she was finished admiring her reflection, the Cat wandered to the window--her intention to close the panels to reduce the draft in the air. Instead she found herself gazing wistfully at the night sky. In the thick of the city life it was difficult to see the stars... to mentally draw out constellations and to admire the moon. But here she could see everything. Selina was enamored with the twilight. It was when she felt most alive and at home. A small part of her still yearned to slip into the catsuit and cartwheel on the tallest buildings in downtown, but... It could wait. Selina had plans for at least a fraction of this night. As if on cue, the doorknob jiggled. The Cat perked up; her emerald orbs glimmer with a hint of mischievousness as her prey made his way through the door. He could barely shut the door before the kitten pounced. - - - o1.o6.18 | weekend writing challenge | drabble: "pounce!" | /315510 0 Comments

07/04/2017 07:46 PM  introduction.                 Mysterious. Selective. Clever. Independent.                 These were all traits of a feline. Cats are remarkable creatures. Their slender bodies allowed for entry into the smallest of spaces. They are intelligent-thinking before action, and waiting as long as necessary for their kill.  Black cats in particular were the focus of fear and folklore in history. They were rarely revered as good creatures, often associated with witchcraft, nighttime prowling, and general bad luck.                 It was perfect, really.                 Selina Kyle stood before a full-length mirror in an apartment that she rented for the first time ever. She was a fresh twenty-one years old and up until then had lived on the streets to fend for herself. Her parents' demise was an unfortunate one, and Selina wanted to be reunited with her sister one day. She'd become quite the pickpocket and thief-so much so that she began to graduate into a heavier line of work: cat burglary.                 Selina loved cats. When she had no human to lean on, there was nothing more comforting than the company of a stray cat. They provided strength and she saw something in them that she noticed in herself. They were tough and they survived. She had the uncanny ability to communicate with them. She wouldn't call herself a cat whisperer-but they seemed to gravitate to her, and she could tame even the wildest of feral cats. She didn't care to know how she could do it. Selina only cared that she had them, and she would do anything for them.                 As if on cue one of her pets curled around her ankle, staring up at her as she studied her reflection. "It's gotta be done," she said gently, feeling hesitant about changing her look. Though she found herself successful at her late-night break-in gigs, she needed a way to blend into the night. She needed a persona...an identity that set her apart from the typical. A skull cap was so stereotypical and boring. Selina studied thee jailbirds of Gotham City. She needed an alter-ego, something that would make her stand apart from the other criminals who called this metropolis home.                 Her brown hair had to go. It was plain, anyway-no one ever fawned over brown hair. Selina didn't want to rid of it because she wanted a date. She needed to blend into the darkness as much as possible. It needed to be black, like the rest of her clothing.                 In the bathroom she got to work, chopping her wavy auburn locks short, and dying them jet black. Selina continued to play with altering her look-she practiced applying makeup. She played with fabrics to see what would be most durable, most flexible during a run. She needed weapons that could bring someone into pure submission. Selina didn't care for playing with guns or knives. She had no intention to kill anyone-if she was lucky, she wouldn't have to encounter anyone at all during her nightshift.                 Once all done, Selina gazed at the finished product put together in the mirror. She looked...                 "Older!" she exclaimed with a faint giggle. "Amazing."                 She turned in all directions, noting that her sewing job was a bit shoddy but that she'd get better with time and practice. The cat suit she created covered her body like sticky liquid. Her gloves contained sharpened claws at the end of each digit, intending to scratch anyone who came too close. The cat ears were probably a bit much, but she found them cute and necessary. The bullwhip was an interesting weapon of choice. Selina practiced with it daily while she trained physically to keep at her peak. Selina never spotted anyone with a whip, and it was a difficult weapon to master. A skilled wielder could use it to knock down an enemy, to tie them up, or produce some harm.                 It was all kind of excessive. But it was perfect to her. This was it. This was who she was meant to be. "The Cat..." she muttered, pretending to scratch at the mirror while she tried out her new secret identity. "Cat...woman." This time she purred, her covered hands rolling over her curves. In the background a cat meowed, and Selina took it as a seal of approval.                 "There's no better night to try this out than tonight," she reasoned. Selina already had a hit in mind, and it would be the right opportunity to get a feel for her new likeness. 0 Comments

03/14/2017 02:57 PM  --drabble o1. "Diamonds are a girl's best friend..." The words were sung in a glamorous, sultry Hollywood tone. An amused chuckle followed immediately after, the woman finding her reaction a bit ridiculous. Still, it'd been a long time since she had a take as large as this one. Long and slender legs crossed, Selina sat upon the carpet of her single-bedroom apartment. She had long come out of her thieving attire and finally settled in the comfort of her home. A single lamp cast a yellowed glare in the room-far away enough where the light barely hit her. A velvet drawstring bag contained the jewels that she poured into the palms of her hands. The cat burglar knew that she'd be set financially for a long time. Providing that she wasn't caught. Her getaway was clean, but Selina knew that she often had a Bat-shaped shadow that tended to always try to force her on the side of good rather than evil. Mow. A pair of yellow eyes shone in the shadows before revealing who was behind them. "Mommy's home," Selina cooed, slipping the diamonds through her fingers so they dropped, she coaxed her cat closer. Oh, how she loved her cats. She was content with being a certified crazy cat lady and they were her most faithful companions. She based the entirety of her alternate identity on them. Selina picked the cat up, nuzzling her against her cheek. "I'm going to spoil you rotten," she continued, talking to her pet that could only purr in response. Several more of her cats come out of their hiding places for interaction, seemingly curious of their human's conquests this evening. Maybe this would be the stash that put her into permanent retirement. Sure, it wasn't clean money, but she could make a solid escape from Gotham with her kittens in tow. Selina had a penchant for the finer things in life-luxurious fashion shows in Paris, the finest wines in Italy...she may have the schmooze a little bit with dumb but rich men to keep up appearances but she certainly didn't have to stay here. And she'd be far, far away from... Thoughts were interrupted by a loud, startling bump. Her cats ran to their hiding places, and Selina's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. Was she found out? Were her dreams all for naught? Quickly she gathered her diamonds back into their bag, stuffing them in a hiding place beneath a sofa cushion. It wasn't the smartest hiding spot, but she didn't have too much of a choice at the moment. She raised from the floor, stilling her movements to see if she could hear anything else. It couldn't be the Bat-he had a tendency to pop up unannounced and very, very silently. It was almost creepy but she was accustomed to his stealth. Someone really wanted her to know that they were around. Selina combed her claws through her short, shaggy hair. Inwardly she cursed staying in the apartment. "Should have left when you had the chance," Selina scolded herself. Now it was stay around and fight, or...try to gather what she could and make a run for it. Whatever she decided, there was no way she'd give up her take so easy. She had no overhead and had planned everything on her own. Selina felt that she deserved every drop of its shimmering worth. 0 Comments

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