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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."

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.

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ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ The response Harvey gave earned him a knowing smirk from Selina. She wasn't bothered at all by the challenge. They were right after all - it was big talk. Fortunately for the catwoman, though, she knew she could back it up. There wasn't a safe in Gotham that she couldn't crack, and she prided herself on that. She only hoped that Harvey would keep their word and come through with her reward.

"Well then, no point in standing around here any longer," she replied. Trusting they would keep up, Selina headed down the alley towards a window that was left open. It sat near the ground, but led into a basement - the basement of the building they were going to rob.

She dropped in gracefully, then began to lead the way to another room. "I've already scoped the place out. Security is in this way. We just need to shut down the system before we can help ourselves to the vault on the third floor."

𝐔𝐏  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄   the  minutiae  details  of  their  scars  ,  every  ridge  to  be  traced  it  told  the  story  of  that  day  ;  though  ,  in  reality  ,  these  scars  were  formed  over  years  .  Sure  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐃𝐀𝐘  had  only  exposed  what  was  already  there  ,  hidden  beneath  the  once  seemingly  incorruptible  visage  of  HARVEY  DENT  !

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄  ...   CATWOMAN  had  a  reputation  behind  ,  maybe  not  quite  like  that  of  the  infamous  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  but  it  was  still  enough  to  catch  his  attention  .  &&  She's  got  the  personality  to  boot  .  Hands  tucked  away  into  his  pocket  ,  long-tailed  coat  draping  towards  the  floor  &&  taking  drags  from  the  cigarette  between  his  teeth  &&  lips  .

 ❝  𝐁𝐈𝐆  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊  .  Lets  see  if  yer  can  live  up  to  it  ,  pussy  cat  .  &&  You'll  get  yer  reward  . ❞   Of  course  he's  left  out  the  details  about  the  coin  but  for  now  he  needed  her  hot  on  her  feet  .

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ He didn't push her hand away, nor step out of her reach. Selina took that as encouragement, letting her own body practically melt against his. She had to tip her head nearly all the way back to still look at him. "I know you better than you think, Vengeance," she practically purred, pouring it on thick. Men were usually easy for her to manipulate, but she found that she could never quite guess what he was thinking. It was as if the leather armor were a steel wall, keeping her out.

Then she surprised herself by giving him the truth. "Documents. Files about my... sister." Sure, there were a couple of other shiny, expensive baubles thrown in the bag. Selina couldn't help herself. But the majority of her haul was folders full of different papers relating to the Hangman and the death of Sofia's mother.

Bruce could tell she was disappointed, though he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. "And you don't know anything about me." His eyes were unreadable, but he was studying her- trying to figure out what she might be thinking. The vigilante was usually good at reading people, but Selina had always been a little harder to read.

"What's in the bag that you need so badly?" Six months ago he probably wouldn't have heard her out- and he still didn't approve of her methods but if there was something else going on in his city well... He needed to know. Ever since Sofia Falcone had come back he had been on edge; even with her changing her name and being sent back to Arkham it felt like something was shifting... and he didn't like it

"I need answers. Now."

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trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

「 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. 」