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「 ᴀ 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝓎𝓁𝑒 ʀᴘ ʙʏ 𝒥𝒯 」

「 ｃｏｍｉｎｇ ｓｏｏｎ 」

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."

「 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. 」

[ I started playing Arkham Asylum for the first time, and I’m loving it, but goddamn does it give me motion sickness. Here’s yet another night I won’t be able to write 🤢 ]

worried starters

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!”

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

@gothamcrusxder purred: i never should have trusted you .

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Such a declaration brought forth a wave of different emotions in Selina. It was hardly the first time anyone had told her that, and yet, she somehow thought that he was different. After what they'd been through with her father and the Riddler, Selina was sure that the only person she actually could trust was the man who's name she didn't even know.

Keeping any hurt or disappointment from her features, she rolled her eyes and pulled her knit cowl back on to obscure her features. "Trust me, sweetheart," she practically purred as she stepped closer to him. "You're not the first to make that mistake." Her head tilted to the side as her gaze held his own, marveling at how black those blue eyes could look.

Then she pulled the strap of her bag tighter to her body, the contents of her latest score that the Batman had walked in on. With a single step, Selina let her body fall over the balcony. She knew a window washing station was just a few floors below which she landed on, then wasted no time in leaping to the adjacent building's roof. The cat burglar sprinted off, never looking back.

➺ starter for @frcshkills / sofia

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ In knowing who her true father was, Selina was well aware of the half brother and half sister she had. They were part of a different world, though, and she never thought twice about reaching out to them. Not until the news report that alerted the world to the downfall of the Falcone family. In her studio apartment in Blüdhaven, Selina found that she couldn't stop smiling as she absorbed every sordid detail that could be released. If there was one thing she knew about the media, though, it was that one had to read between the lines if they wanted the truth. When Sofia (now known as a Gigante, which is a detail that Selina would never overlook) was arrested... again... she knew that there was more to the story than meets the eye. She still didn't know how to feel about her estranged half sister, especially since the world had dubbed her The Hangman. What monster could kill women like that? Yet Selina had her doubts. Just enough to pique her curiosity and reach out.

It was ten days after she sent the letter to Sofia that she decided to make her return to Gotham. The trip was happening far sooner than the cat burglar liked, but if it meant finding a new ally.... perhaps a new family... she knew she couldn't resist. Her black, patent leather high heel tapped impatiently against the concrete floor as she sat in the metal chair, legs crossed, facing the dirty window that separated her side of the room from the inmates. Selina wore a short, blonde wig, and a coat made of faux tiger fur. She clearly wasn't trying to look discreet.

When the sound of a door opened, brown eyes snapped up to that partition, seeing a guard lead Sofia in. This was it, she thought to herself. The moment of truth. Ignoring her rapidly beating heart, Selina looked the picture of calm as she raised one hand and wiggled her long nailed fingers by way of a greeting.

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