「 ᴀ 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝓎𝓁𝑒 ʀᴘ ʙʏ 𝒥𝒯 」

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ There was a small sting sent through the bruise as his heavy gloved fingers moved around the discolored skin, but Selina found that she didn't mind. If anything, there a charge that she felt, even through the many layers of fabric as she touched her.

His offer brought a smirk to her features as she held his gaze. "Of course. What was I thinking?" she answered, her voice laced with sarcasm. "After all, I have you on speed dial, right between my pimp and my priest."

Calling Batman. Selina couldn't imagine. They'd only run into each other a handful of times, and every time he seemed more enigmatic than the last. She had no idea what he thought of her, and that, she realized, is the source of her interest.

What was it they say about curiosity and the cat? she thought to herself.

Taking a step back from the vigilante, she was back in business mode. "The good news is, that's one less ruffian you have to worry about on the streets tonight, honey."

* “Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.” (this is from an old meme you reblogged. hope that's ok!)

Eyes narrowed and jaw set. Clenched tightly on its hinges. Words flooding to the roof of his mouth before he swallowed the torrent for the flush of silence. 

     [ ₁ ] It wasn’t his place. 

But gloved fingers touched her jaw gently. Thumb traced the blooming bruise on her cheek around the edges. Careful and deliberate. Tender like the wound. 

He pulls back after a minute. 

“ Next time – just call. “ He whispered. The words are almost hard to hear through the voice modulator. “ I’d come sooner, @felin3fatal3. “ 

A promise on the grave of my parents; With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

Written by Jay. He/Him. 30+

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ When the brunette turned to reveal her expression to Selina, the latter could see just how distraught she was. There was disappointment in those big brown eyes, but even deeper, Selina could see heartbreak. Whatever happened really got to Zatanna and the Catwoman felt a surge of protectiveness directed against the group of "goody two-shoes".

Yet when the magician described what sort of villain it was that she went up against, Selina's blood ran cold. Violence against women was a sore spot for her and that protective feeling turned into anger. In that moment, she didn't even care what her friend did with her powers. Whatever it was, it had to be justified and the group of self-proclaimed heroes would be blind not to see it.

"Fuck them," Selina said. She lowered her head to level her gaze with Zatanna's, determination and reassurance etched into her features. "Fuck them," she said again, her voice low but steady. Then she offered a soft smile. "I'm proud of you, Zee. In fact, I think this calls for a celebratory shopping spree." Her smile grew into a mischievous smirk.

"Apparently, I overstepped the line as a hero. I made a decision on something with the hopes of keeping people safe. Next thing I know, some of the others are arguing that what I did could be considered on the same level of the actions of a villain."

A soft sight left her lips and she relaxed slightly when Selina squeezed her hands. She was still upset over the whole situation but the comfort was appreciated. The magician turned her head to face the cat burglar, a frown on her face.

"I don't regret my actions. That villain was a different type of evil; the type that every woman fears when walking the streets. It just... It was the first time that I saw my so-called friends scared of my powers."

Zatanna knew that she could just go back to being an average stage magician. She'd adored the job before getting brought onto the Justice League. She'd just wished that she'd left the Justice League on better terms; there was no turning back now.

"Guess that means I can always help you out if you need it," she joked, trying to lighten her own mood.

「 becoming a thief: At the age of seven, Selina was taken to the Gotham orphanage where she lived for three and a half years. Once she was eleven, she ran away, opting to live on the streets instead of at the mercy of the cruel attendants at the orphanage. Life wasn't easier, but she felt free. This is where she picked up the skills as a pick pocket which made her useful to a group of transient teens. They took her in, providing her safety while she provided them money for food.

At the age of fourteen, she was lucky enough to land a job cleaning tables at a diner. Being underaged meant that she was paid under the table which resulted in her being paid far less than she should have. Money was still money, though, and Selina was glad to have the opportunity.

It was at this job that she encountered a wealthy older couple one night. They'd just finished seeing a show at the nearby theater and needed coffee before returning to their upscale end of Gotham. The woman held no qualms about expressing her opinions freely, which extended to Selina's appearance. "Disheveled", "Unsightly", and "A disgrace" were among the finger points. Rather than feel insulted, Selina was transfixed by the woman's coat. A vintage mink fur coat that oozed opulence and superiority.

Selina is absolutely pro animals and usually opts for faux fur, but something about the coat on that woman begged for Selina to liberate it and reclaim it. She was patient, giving the wealthy couple pleasant smiles and staying out of their way, but at the end of her shift, she collected their credit card information from their bill. With that, she was able to find their home address.

It was that night that she broke into their mansion and committed her first home robbery. The experience was exhilarating, giving Selina a high she never felt. There was an element of power given to her that was usually missing her life. She later pawned off most of the belongings, but kept that coat.

After that, she was addicted to the art of robbery. Most of the money she made went into paying for upgraded tools necessary for bigger jobs as she refined her skills.

To this day, she still owns the mink coat. It lives in the back of her closet, a reminder of the power that she once saw and claimed for herself. 」

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )

⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?

⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?

⊹ — GEMINI . ≻ how does your muse communicate with others ? ≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? ≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ? ≻ how does your muse react to change ?

⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?

⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?

⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?

⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?

⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?

⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?

⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?

⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?

⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Return it. Of course, like that would happen, Selina thought to herself. Gotham's self-proclaimed protector clearly knew nothing about her mark. The dirtbag who's vault she raided deserved a lot more than theft. There was no way that Selina was just going to put the priceless jewels back after she went through the painstaking process of liberating them to a more worthy owner.

No sooner had she landed a blow than her own back was slammed against the wall. She stopped fighting and looked up at at the familiar, black leather mask through long lashes that poked out from her cowl, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "And here I thought we were just beginning to have a little fun." Head tilted to the side and she pushed herself up on her tip toes, bringing her face closer to his. "Come on, Vengeance," Selina pleaded with a mischievous look in her eyes. "You and I both know you've got bigger fish to fry than a little ol' pussycat."

Anger built in Bruce's chest- it was comfortable, like an old friend he was familiar with. Selina had gone back to crime, not that he should have had any expectations for her but maybe for a moment he had allowed himself to think she had changed.

His opponent didn't stay down long- honestly, he hadn't expected her to stay down but it was a little disappointing that she wanted to keep this up. His hand shot forward when something yanked on the cable, and he stumbled for a moment before tightening his grip.

"We don't have to do this Selina."

Though quiet, his voice rang through the empty garage as he stepped forward, "Return what you've stolen and we can talk." Taking another step forward- the heavy boots he wore giving away his position the further he walked inside, the vigilante's eyes narrowed as pain radiated through his cheek and his head whipped to the side.

She'd caught him off guard.

The idea irritated him, and without a word, he reached out to grab her by the wrist that had just hit him and used the momentum of the move to spin her around and pin her up against the wall.

"Enough Selina. It's over."

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   CARRD .

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Finding Zatanna alone on the rooftop wasn't a surprise to Selina. What took her aback was the state that she found her friend in. It looked as though the whole world weighed on the magician's shoulders and it pained her heart to witness it. She only hoped that the situation could be remedied as easily as beating some punk to kingdom come.

Hearing the words 'justice league' dashed any of Selina's hope of helping. She sighed and moved to sit next to Zatanna, her legs dangling off the edge of the building as she leaned back on her palms. "You know I've never been their biggest fan. A bunch of goody two-shoes, if you ask me," she said with a smirk. Then she pulled off her knit cap in a show of sympathy. "But I thought you loved being one of them. What happened, Zee?"

Noticing the way her friend anxiously picked at her nail polish, Selina covered her hands with one of her own, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Those losers were lucky to have you, baby."

Response to @felin3fatal3 -> "what life choices brought you here?"

"Well, it's a little hard to stay an average stage magician when people from the Justice League start asking for help. I assume that's not what you're asking about though."

Still dressed up in her regular stage show attire, the woman had taken to the rooftops of Gotham to escape the world for a while. She should've known that it would only be a matter of time before someone found her here. Heroes and villains alike were constantly gallivanting from building to building as if they were crossing the street. Zatanna would've had a better chance of having some alone time if she'd hidden under one of the many bridges throughout the city.

The magician was sure that she looked like a mess. Windswept hair, nail polish that had been absentmindedly picked off had turned into a small pile in her lap. She wasn't even attempting to stop Catwoman from whatever scheme had her running around the city at this late hour.

"Let's just say that the Justice League and I are going our separate ways. It's probably for the best."