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Selina Kyle was many things to other people. To her mother, she was a failure. To her ex boyfriend, she was a worthless tease. To her high school english teacher, she was a waste of potential.
And to Gotham, she was a criminal. They may not directly associate it to her name, but it was true. Weekly, she had been appearing on the front page of the newspaper, people only catching a glimpse of her before she was gone. Right now, she was unstoppable, but she was no idiot. She knew that she would eventually have a few people on her tail (literally) and that she was going to have to secure her approach.
As a young girl, Selina was an accomplished gymnast and the apple of her parents eye. They shared the dream of her eventually going to the Olympics and getting a gold metal, which she was determined to have, but things got in the way. Unlike her team mates, at the age of sixteen, she started to grow breasts and hips. It didn't take long for her to gymnastics to falter, if only just a small amount, but just enough to take her out of the running to greatness... It effected her in more ways than one, and soon enough, she started to get into a rough crowd at her highschool. She started dating an older guy who gave her the slightest bit of attention, her grades dropped, and the rest was history...
One month after breaking up with her on and off again boyfriend, Jason, the twenty-one year old Selina was living in a rat-infested appartment on the rough side of Gotham. But, hey. It was better than living in the sightlylessrat infested apartment with Jason, who liked liked to turn on her after one too many beers at night. Not to mention, with her latest "investments" she was doing better than she had in a long time. There was nothing that made the independent girl want to go back to being a weakling that counted on someone else. She was done with that part of her life. Right now, it was her against the world, and she planned to do her part in making sure than no one ended up the way she did.
She liked to think of her self as a female Robin Hood; stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. However, that's not what Gotham had named her... No, she was Catwoman.
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Selina smirked at the front page of the paper, a cup of coffee in one hand and her morning cigarette in the other. She wasn't a heavy smoker, but she was nervous at the moment. Today was the day she was going to attempt at sneaking into a highly anticipated social event in order to get her hands on a few things. It was the riskiest thing she would have done to date, but she felt like she had to. After all, those rich snobs needed a taste of their own medicine... They needed to know what it felt like to have things taken from them, whether they were sentimental or not.
A picture of her in her catsuit was displayed on the paper, demanding that people do everything in their power to get her into custody. It was pretty decent picture, she had to admit, and it was the 15th picture since she started to her nightly activities...
Dressed in a form-fitted red dress, Selina approached the body guard at the front door and gave him her most charming smile.
"Catherine Flick," she purred, her finger moving down to point at the name on the list. "Plus one... My husband is dealing with the vallet. I'm sure you can understand." She gave him a wink, and the guard gave her a goofy grin. To her pleasure, he opened the door and let her inside. Rolling her eyes, she walked across the large event room, her heels clicking on the marble floor, and went straight for the champagne table. Men, she thought, so easy to fool...
With that, the young woman sipped from her champagne flute and let her eyes scan the room. It was a beautiful place, with lots of nice things. Things that cost a pretty penny, she imagined...
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Criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot. That was something Bruce Wayne was in strong affirmation of. It has proven true for the past year and a half as the petty criminals of Gotham have been heading for the hills once they got a good look at him in a bat costume. Though there have been a few cases where just the bat costume alone had not worked. There was Jack, or The Joker as he calls himself now. Then there was the curious case of Edward Nigma or The Riddler as he goes by now. They showed no fear of the costume. At that time Bruce had to employ his skills in detective work, martial arts, and criminology to stop them. Yet still they weren't the only ones who are now called "Super Villains", but Bruce still saw them as the criminals they were. There was even talk of a new one out on the streets, a thief the press are affectionately calling "Catwoman". It had been a long year and a half, he thought he had permanent bags under his eyes and yet he still had to run a whole enterprise and be the playboy that all of Gotham thought he was.
Thinking of which he had a party to go to. He groaned remembering it, "Oh Alfred why?" He was in the batcave and was preparing to suit up to begin his patrol, but he had to stop now that he remembered the party. Alfred stepped beside him with his three button suit. "Because sir, you can't be Batman all the time and Bruce Way e must make an appearance." Bruce sighed and took the suit from Alfred to change in to it. Once that task was done he smoothed his hair over and left the batcave to grab one of his cars to leave to whatever party he was scheduled to attend.
He arrived at the event in his expensive sports car and exited to the sound of clicking cameras and the shouts of various reporters asking him about Wayne Enterprises next financial move or who Bruce was dating. He gave them all a rehearsed answer and hurried into the door, the guard needed to ask no question as to who he was.
When he entered the event hall he was immediatley was swarmed by the other socialites in attendance. Various models, bussinessmen and women, executives, politicians, etc. They swarmed him with questions and demands that he should come with them on their next vacation trip. Once he was able to get away he moved to the champagne table. He quickly grabbed a flute and downed it quickly. He was tired and hoping that the champagne would help him wake up a little. He set the flute down once it was done and he took a seat. He rubbed his temples to try and relive himself of the stress and tired. It was tough being a playboy, billionaire, vigilante, philanthropist.
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Selina's eyes immediately fell on the famous Bruce Wayne, watching as people flocked to him from all sides of the rooms. He was treated like a celebrity - Which, she supposed he technically was one. - and it made her scoff. Why was it that a man who lived his entire life with a silver spoon in his mouth treated with the respect of royalty, while good people were being thrown out on the street every day? She rolled her eyes and continued to sip her champagne, watching him take a glass of his own. It was only when he managed to get away from the crowd that she noticed how tired he looked; that his charming "playboy" smile had faultered a little... With the curiosity of the cat and a sway of her hips, she moved across the room and over to the table he was sitting at. Her eyes glanced down at the name tag on the plate next to him, and she quickly plucked it up and crumbled it in her hand.
Sliding into the seat next to him, Selina smirked and crossed her legs, watching the man rub his temples. "One glass of champagne won't get rid of a headache, Mr. Wayne," he purred, "I assumed you would know that." Her eyes glanced toward the door where she noticed a woman becoming irrate about not being allowed entrance, while her husband was cleared. It took her a moment to realize that it was the real Mrs. Flick. Selina grinned. God, these people were easy to fool.
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Bruce's eyes didn't miss a beat as they turned to see a beautiful woman slide in to the seat next to him. He didn't mind the crumpling of the name tag next to him. He had read it when he sat down, it was Detective Harvey Bullock. Bullock was probably the most controversial officer in the Gotham Police Department. His colleagues in the Major Crimes Unit will swear up and down that he is a good cop, despite his reputation for taking bribes, police brutality, and ties to organized crime being on the top. He was a portly man with an overly macho exterior and a life hatred of Batman and any other vigilante in the city. Bruce smiled at her small comment. "No, I didn't expect it to, but then again this isn't for a head ache. Just trying to relax. Even though it may seem my life is one of simplicity, it really isn't." No life was not easy for Bruce Wayne. At the age of eight, his parents were killed by a small-time criminal named Joe Chill on their way home from the movie theater, the movie was Zorro. That was something Bruce vividly remembered as well as the sight of his father willingly cooperating with Chill until he pulled the trigger on his mother first and then his father as he fought him for his gun. After that he swore an oath to rid the city of the evil that had taken his parents' lives. He was raised as an orphan by his butler and dear friend Alfred Pennyworth until he was 18 and off to college, still holding that oath and the memory of that night deep in his heart.
He ended his blast to the past when he realized he had gone deep into thought and that his face was clearly showing it. He broke his stone face and offered the woman a tired smile. "Forgive me for that, you obviously know me, but I haven't seen your face around these functions. What's your name Ms...." He left it open for her to place her introduction in.
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Selina raised an eyebrow, unable to comprehend exactly what he was trying to say. Considering she didn't know his history, she thought he was just being another wealthy man trying to make himself sound more humble than he was. How could he deny that his life was nothing but comfortable? No, luxurious... She clenched her jaw, watching him go into what looked like a deep thought. She would have stopped him, making a point to tell him exactly the type of person she thought he was, but something about the distracted look on his face made her hold her tongue. Taking a sip of her champagne, she studied him carefully.
A smirk spread across her red lips when he finally came back to reality, and she offered him her hand. "Everyone knows you, Mr. Wayne," she murmured, tilting her head to the side. A knowing grin was on her youthful face, satisfied that he had no idea that a criminal was sitting right in front of him. There was something... amusing about it all. "You're right. I'm rather new to these... social events. However, I can assure you that I'll be around more often." Her eyes glimmered with mischief. "Selina Kyle."
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Bruce smiled as she cocked her head to the side and offered her hand to him. He nodded his head and shook gently shook. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Selina." He was grateful to see a new face around these parties. All the faces of the other people here, besides Gordon, have begun to meld togethe. It all seemed like they had the same problems, the sports car they recently bought didn't have all the bells and whistles on it, their butler and/or maid cooked their last meal a little funny, their 3 million dollar condo still was missing something. It all made Bruce wonder if these fat cats were even aware of the situation in Gotham. The rampant organized crime, the exploding poverty, the corruption. That was part of the reason why he became Batman, to clean up these streets and to make Gotham a better place.
He had returned to his look, it had become focused and solem. He snapped out of it again and have her an apologetic smile. "I am so sorry about this Selina, I guess I'm a little preoccupied at the moment." He shifted in his seat to face her and give her his attention. "So what brings you here to this little area of the socialite circle? Job, family.... Date?"
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Selina smirked at him, finding it amusing that he seemed so distracted and lost in his thoughts. It made her curious about what he was thinking, wanting to know exactly what a millionaire playboy had to worry so intently about. Crossing her legs, she turned to face him just as she had her, one hand casually holding her glass of champagne. The new position caused her dress to ride a little on her thighs, making the older man on the other side of her stare for a moment.
"Business," she murmured, her lips twitching a little. "And to see what it's like to be on of the bigger fish in the sea for a night. I have to say... It's nice part, even if a tad dull." With that, the twenty-one year old swirled her champagne around with the roll of her wrist. Her green eyes held a shimmer of mischief, finding it absolutely enthralling to be sitting next to one of the richest men in Gotham and for him to be oblivious of her nightly actions.
The sound of violins started to fills the room, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Would you care to dance, Mr. Wayne?" she murmured softly, not the type of girl the feel the need to be asked by a man. She nodded toward the floor and set her glass down, interested in seeing what he would do.
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Business? Well Bruce had to honestly admit that he was glad she wasn't here from the last one he asked. There had been some lacking in the area of companionship lately. The recent ones have been somewhat... well there wasn't a nice way to put it, but they were lacking in the area of brains. They never challenged Bruce on an intellectual basis, they were practically just arm candy after Bruce's endless wealth. It was tedious most of the time and Bruce was growing weary of them.
So thankfully it was business and just for awhile to see what it was like to run in the circle of the privileged. "Yes it can become quite dull after a short while can it?" He was only her for about ten minutes he was already wanting to burst out of this room and go beat the living crap out of some random thug that deserved it.
The sound of the strings beginning to tune was a sign that he dancing was about to begin. When Selina offered to dance he answered with an immediate, "Yes, I would love to." He set his glass down and stood up. He gave her his arm and led her out on to the dance floor. When they were in the center Bruce went right to the trained positon of his hands for a waltz. He counted off the beat in his head and on the 1 he started the standard box step of a Waltz while the music played.
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Selina looked up at him as his hand settled on her hip, their other hands clasped in the classic position. Considering all the years she trained in dance and gymnastics as child, she was graceful and new the steps. Thank God. The last thing she needed on her mind was making a full out of her self in front of all these blue bloods... Tilting her head to the side, her blond hair flowed over her shoulder.
"Mr. Wayne, is it ever tiring to live in this bubble?" she murmured softly, almost purring despite her insulting words. Her body pressed against his in a seductive way, and their faces were mere inches apart. She was testing him - taunting him for her own enjoyment. He might be attractive and his demeanor might be different than what she had imagined, but he still was a rich man who didn't know what it was like to live out in the real world and suffer greatly for it... Or at least that's what she thought.
"Is it... exhausting to constantly turn a blind eye to the world around you? To try so hard to forget about the little people?" she whispered, her hot breath dancing across his cheek. They floated along the floor like any other couple, but they were anything but. "There's a storm brewing, Mr. Wayne. You and your friends better batten down the hatches, because when it hits, you're all gonna wonder how you ever thought you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us."
And with that, she broke free of him mid twirl, walking a few paces away from him before looking over her shoulder with those mischievous green eyes. A smirk continued to play on her lips.
"I believe my business is finished for the evening," she murmured, and then away with her head held high and her hips swaying with the feline-like presence she carried. Yes, her business was done here, and she had bigger fish to fry before the night was over.
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The music played on and Bruce's feet absent mindedly followed the standard foot patterns. Meanwhile his eyes stayed on Selina. Her head did the same little cock she did earlier at the table and her hair cascaded over her shoulder. She was a playful woman indeed and for some reason Bruce liked it. Normally the other girls would bend to every whim he had just to get at his wallet. Selina on the other hand seemed to have different motives.
The dance went on for what seemed like a long time as Selina asked an odd question. Bruce's brow furrowed while he thought about how to respond. "I'm not sure what you mean by bubble but if your talking about the life I lead it has its dull moments, but I think the better ones out weigh those times." He wasn't sure if that was the question she was asking but he gave it his best shot. While he had pondered she inched herself closer and he was now almost centimeters away from her. What was she playing at? Whatever it was he was sure that he was about to find out soon. After her first question she asked a question that made his Batman instincts kick in. She was basically asking how could he live the way he did while the rest of Gotham was dying in a plague of crime and poverty. If only she knew how much he was willing to sacrifice for this city.
Then came a startling statement, one that put him at the slightest of unease. He honestly didn't know how to respond to such a statement. She had given him a veiled threat, but what did she mean by storm. Gotham had already had its storm of villains and their constant plots to try and conquer Gotham for their own needs. He remained silent and let her go as she twirled out of his arms and to the exit. He watched her intently as she strutted for a moment before turning back towards him as if to taunt. His face remained puzzled even after she left. He only stayed a the party for a few more minutes after she left. What she said about the storm had him uneasy and he knew only Batman could figure out what she was talking about.
As he walked to his car he pulled out his phone and dialed Alfred's number. When he answered Bruce said, "Alfred, prepare my things." Alfred sounded relieved as he responded, "Taking a much needed vacation sir?" "My other things Alfred." Alfred sounded dissappointed after that and said they would be ready when he arrived. It was time for the Dark Knight to ride.
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Selina made her way out to the parking lot, sliding into her 1998 Poniac Gran Prix and bringing it to life after several turns of her key. When she looked over her left shoulder, the guard from earlier was pointing at her along with the real Mrs. Flick. With a little chuckle, Selina gunned it and swerved on to the high way, leaving the rich socialites to their messy lives. Let them try and figure out who I am, she thought with a roll of her eyes.
After arriving at her apartment, she filled a bowl of milk for Emma, the kitten she had found last week behind a dumpster on. She had come across the tiny grey cat while on her way home from robbing a shop that sold nice crystal, and decided to take her in. After all, how could she pass the animal up? It was just another lonely cat on the streets, just like her.
Sitting on her balcony, smoking a cigarette, she watched the sunset while counting down the minutes until she could slip her cat suit on. After her run in with Bruce Wayne, she was just itching to get on the streets and do some damage... With a puff of her cigarette, she looked down at the street below her. It was not a nice neighborhood by any means, nothing close to what she grew up in. While she wasn't raised with the luxurious life she imagined Bruce did, she lived comfortably. She remembered how proud her parents were of her dance and gymnastic - how they just knew she was going to become a star... It wasn't until they realized this dream was getting more and more unrealistic that they distanced themselves from her, and not to be out done, Selina pulled away from them as well. And the rest was history...
Once the street lights flicked on, Selina moved back inside and got down on her knees, pulling a large card board box out from underneath it. With as smirk, she pulled the skin-tight black suit out and rolled her eyes over to look at the kitten laying on the worn out couch.
"Well, Emma," she murmured, stripping out of the red dress she wore. "Time to test out Gotham Bank's security system."
Looking in the mirror, Selina no longer saw the failure that she saw in her parents eyes. No, she saw Catwoman... The black suit left little to the imagination, for she needed it to be sleek enough to not get in the way. It was just an added plus that it and the heeled black boots she wore complemented her curvy figure. However, it wasn't until she slipped the black mask over her eyes and the cat ears in the middle of her long, wavy blond hair that the look was complete...
"Perfect," she murmured, then dashed out the door that led to the balcony.'
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Inside the bank, Selina moved gracefully from room to room, trying not to set off any alarms. She had just gotten inside from the vents on the roof, and she was now on the prowl for the vaults. Of course, she had specific vaults in mind. Vaults that were owned by the wealthiest, most oblivious people in Gotham. Oh yes, they were going to see what it was like to suffer for once in their ignorant lives...
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Bruce briskly strode through the hallways and out to the buildings parking lot. He waited by the valet while watching the bouncer at the door chase after a car that had gone roaring out of the parking lot while a woman shouted at it. He was a little interested in what happened, was it a car thief? He would have to pull up the buildings security footage on the batcomputer and see if it was indeed a theft or not. Soon the valet pulled up in his car and handed him the key. He could see that the young teenager greatly admired the car. Unfortunately Bruce never learned the value of working a small task to earn the bare minimum so he could not empathize with him. He handed the teenager a twenty dollar bill and left the premesise in his car.
Upon arrival back to Wayne manor, Bruce parked the sports car in the garrage and quickly headed inside. Alfred greeted him and together they walked to the lavish living room of the home and went straight to the old grandfather clock on one of the walls. Bruce opened the clock face glass and turned the two hands to 12:00 and the sound of clicks and whirrs of gears erupted from the clock. The clock slid back into the wall and to the side to reveal the entrance to Batmans base of operations, the Batcave.
The pair descended the large winding staircase to the base floor of the hollowed out cave where a large supercomputer stood in the center. Bruce walks ego it and typed several commands on the keyboard and the footage from the party came up. He rewound the footage all the way back to a few minutes before he exited. He watched as the familiar figure of Selina Kyle strutted to an older car and slide inside it. His brow furrowed as he remember what she said, "A storm," he muttered to himself. What could she have meant by that? He checked the plated on the car and the paperwork was all under her so no, it wasn't a car theft. So what was the deal with the woman and the security guard? He let it go for now and moved away from the computer to a sealed room on the far side of the cave. He typed in a code on the keypad by the door and the door slid open with a hiss. Inside the room was his entire arsenal of gadgets and crime fighting gear. He walked inside and suited up into hisBatsuit.
He exited the room and went to hisBatmobile. He opened the cockpit and leapt inside. He closed the cockpit, fired up the engine, and rocketed out of the batcave and on to the streets of Gotham.
He went on his standard patrol route until Alfred came over the communication line saying, "Master Bruce, you're security measures at Gotham East Bank have been triggered." Bruce took the next left and drove to the bank. When Bruce had started this whole Caped Crusader ordeal he had gone around to every major bank in Gotham to open an account and to ask that he be allowed to place some secret security. He said that it was for his own moneys protection and he of. Purse had to pay a little extra for the bank to turn a blind eye to it. So now apparently some gang thought that they only needed to deal with the banks measures, but now it looked like they were about to received an unexpected visit from Batman.
He parked outside the bank and went inside. Immediatley he saw a lithe figure dash to a room in the back of the bank. He quickly leapt over the desks and followed it in. Inside however was a surprise. A curvy figured woman clad in black leather and cat ears appeared to be the theif in question. "Well a cat burglar," He began with, "I never thought someone woukd take that cliche so far."
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Selina was on the prowl, her movements sleek and graceful. The way she managed to get from room to room told anyone that she was a trained athlete, her golden hair flowing along behind her. When she heard a deep, unexpected voice, she froze and whipped her head around. In one hand was a large bag mad of canvas with thousands of dollars in side; it was the first of many.
Her green eyes showed no sign of fear at the sight of Batman, but a cocky confidence. She's been wondering when he'd finally show up - when he'd finally take her seriously and decided to check up on what she was up to. After all, she'd been in the newspapers a multitude of times... Was Batman losing his drive? She snickered at thought and strutted over to him, coming into the faint light of the dim bank. She stayed a safe distance away, just enough to be able to get away if needed. However, she was just close enough to tease him.
"And dressing like a bat is not the least bit ridiculous," she purred in a sarcastic tone, putting her free hand on her hip. Her red lips spread into a pleased smirk, and she let out a little sigh. As if bored - as if she were not standing in front of the infamous vigilante of Gotham - she leaned against the wall with her leg bent and her heeled boot propped up underneath her bottom.
"I've been wondering when I would get to meet you," she murmured, tilting her head to the side. She bit her lip and took his presence in. He was definitely a well-built, fit man, and his brooding tone had her... interested; as curious as a cat.
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She jumped when he had spoken out loud, he had gotten the drop on her. Good, his stealth skills have been improving. His eyes immediatley were glued to the canvas bag with the cliche dollar sign and bank logo on it. "Making a little late night withdrawal?" He asked. He was feeling a bit jovial tonight since he had met Selina tonight and the fact that he had run in to another one of Gothams little myths. 'The Catwoman' as the headlines read. She was debated amongst people and most thought she was a myth to boost newspaper sales and to scare Gothams upper class into spending more money in security measures.
By apparently she was very real, like himself. He stood at the same spot he was in whole she remained in the dark, or so she thought. The white eye pieces in his cowl were his omni-lenses. They allowed him to view in a variety of spectrums. Currently he was in what he called his 'Detective Mode'. It was an amalgamation of many spectrums: heat, x-ray, motion, infared, heartbeat, and ballistics. This was his favorite thanks to the handiness of it. He didn't have to constantly switch between all these different ones. Right now from his initial scans she was not dangerously armed, no fractures or breaks in her skeleton, and she was calm as calm can be, that could be dangerous.
He reached into his handy dandy belt and pulled out a batarang and flipped the blades out, his fingers gripping it and ready to throw it. "Well I've been doing this long enough to know what makes people afraid and a man dressed as a bat? That makes some very afraid, but it seems to me that that's not your case." He still kept the batarang in a ready position. "So now that we've met, hand over the money and come quietly. Or do the opposite and get a couple of bruises."
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"You could say that," Selina purred at his first question, starting to swing the money bag around in a nonchalant manner. Her eyes traveled over his body and batsuit, taking in each of his tightly wrapped muscles. Even if she had no intention of leaving with him, she might have if the circumstances were different. In fact, she was sure she would... A smirk spread across her lips and she stepped out of the shadows, walking toward him despite his threat.
"People are scared of what they don't know," she murmured softly, "And people have no idea what I am capable of." She shrugged, a dare in the tone of her voice, and her eyes moved over to the red button on the wall that would set off the alarm.
"However, there are two things you are about to learn about me, Batman... I never do anything quietly, and I like things I little rough." She winked at him, then went into an immediate sommersault toward the alarm. Her flips were precise and well-trained, and she popped up with a perfect form before punching the alarm button. Sirens started going off, and the room filled with bright red flashing lights. Hoping that he'd be disoriented for a split second, she dashed out of the main room down a small hall that lead to the vent she entered through. The bag of money was still slung over her petite shoulder.