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one at a time, huh? “ ooh, so naughty. isn't that ring supposed to be used for more righteous acts, though? ” honestly, she hadn't the faintest clue of his limits—and it may pose a problem in the future. her bold gaze lifted, studying him, from his eyes to the shape of his lips and back up. “ ha, very funny, ” she whispered, a pointed challenge as she claimed his space. “ everything i have is good. it's a shame that you're on the wrong side, lantern, otherwise, i'd give you a lot more. ”

laughing at that he shook his head. ❝ alright, that might have made me sound pretty run through but my list of lovers isn't a mile long and i tend to go with one at a time. ❞ long term too but he didn't need to get into it. ❝ you're only callin' me vanilla because you don't know the things i can do with my ring. i only pay for worthwhile information, how do i know what you're sellin' is good? ❞

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i've expanded selina's backstory on her carrd. after reading the synopses for catwoman #1-4 (1989), i'm sold and incorporated a lot of events into my canon.

on another note, i saw harley call selina dominatrix mittens in a panel. will never forget it. forever imprinted in my mind.

and a third thing, someone called batman and catwoman the furries of gotham.

how dare you. the disrespect.

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WHERE THE HELL DID HE LEARN THIS? her lips pressed, fingers curling tighter under her chin as she fought the urge to fall asleep. this had to be some elaborate scheme to get her guard down; how else would he know exactly where to press, where to dig deeper? he stroked old emotional wounds, and she had to keep from tensing as buried memories flashed before her eyes. her body could never forget the beatings. why did she ask for this when it would only torture her?

like a breath of fresh air, luke's voice pulled her back to the present, and she listened again. prison? what did he do to get prison time? not that she could judge. before she knew it, he was telling her more than she ever thought to ask. there was so much to process between prison, and racist guards [ fucking pricks ], and being dumped into a vat of chemicals? he could've died. and somehow, he was able to move on so quickly from that, back to focusing on her body. selina's mind reeled. once again, back to the chemicals, and he emerged like this. . . ?

if she wasn't half-dazed, she would've asked more questions, but would he expect to know something in return? she internally shuddered at the thought. if he knew what she had to do to survive in the past, he'd lose all respect for her. she couldn't do the same, she just couldn't. by the time he finished, she was too relaxed, too unguarded, and too confused. sitting up, she rolled out her shoulders and turned to him.

“ okay...fine. i won't worry, but we're gonna talk more at breakfast. i have questions. ” the mention of slam earned a bemused glance, scoffing. “ please, i don't have time to be concerned about his feelings. if you haven't noticed, someone else has my interest. ”

Deep tissue massage was best for giving attention to certain painful, stiff 'trouble spots' in the body. He learned the technique from a nurse (Claire Temple) he dated a couple years back.

The massage technique utilizes slow, deliberate strokes that focus pressure on layers of muscles, tendons, or other tissues deep under the skin. Though less rhythmic than other types of massage, deep tissue massage may be therapeutic, relieving chronic patterns of tension and helping with muscle injuries, such as back sprains. He felt it could do wonders for her since she spent nights rooftop sprinting and flipping.

The trust she had in him to allow herself to relax in a vulnerable position and to let him stay in her place wasn't something he took lightly. He didn't know her past, he knew superficial details about her that Red Hood had mentioned when they linked up with Iron Fist to fight members of the League of Assassins about a month after he rescued Holly.

She had the appearance of a goddess positioned on her stomach, exotic thoughts had to be neutralized to continue her treat- the challenge ever so evident in the center of his underwear." Y'know, I'm more than you think.." he said in between the caressing of her spine." Been to the worst prison in the world, dealt with racist ass pigs and murderers. Got my ass beat daily up in there, boo."

Hands flicker more oil over already drenched back as he slides down to her backside and begins massaging firmly." Signed up for some kind of scientific experiment in exchange for early parole. A racist ass prison ward interfered while they had me drowned in chemicals and accidentally fucked up the project." Cage explained.

"Damnnnn you got a helluva a lot of back baby. Damn near out of oil," he chuckled as dumped the remaining liquid over her bum." But anyways, the chemicals or whatever gave me some abilities. I can't be shot, can't be cut, and lift an eighteen wheel semi-truck."

"I say all that to say this, a brotha can take care of himself. You ain't gotta worry 'bout like them other dudes." He stopped the massage nearly an hour later. He snatched a towel and cleaned his hands.

"I'mma take a shower so we can go grab some grub, I'm hungry as fuck." He exited the bed, stretching his god-like arms and flexing his chest.

"Since it's my last night here that Slam Bradley dude probably gonna celebrate, huh? He like you or something?"

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THOSE BULLETPROOF HANDS were starting to feel kinda nice and selina allowed him to move her whichever way was needed, as long as those kneading fingers didn't stop. “ can't. got a whole bunch of assholes running me around the city doing their dirty work. ”

as her mind threatened to melt, she listened, trying to imagine him in—harlem, right? she'd done a little research on him back when he rescued holly, and though she never outright thanked him, it hadn't left her mind. strange how in this rat-infested city, she'd never met someone like him. or maybe she was too busy running from men like him.

rolling onto her stomach, she perked up at the sound of massage oil. oh. he was really trying to spoil her, huh? did he do this with every woman? god, right after he left, she was going to run her ass to holly and get some sense slapped into her. but for now? she slipped off her tank top and pushed it away somewhere on the bed. with her arms folded under her chin, breasts pressed into the sheets, it was difficult not to doze off. he was rubbing all of the tension and stress out of her body, so much so that she'd forgotten how to it felt to be relaxed. ugh, this was such a stupidly vulnerable position to be in.

dazed eyes peeled open, mulling over his question. “ i've got a couple of delusional enemies, men who think they have some kind of hold on me. ” she paused. “ i guess i don't. . .want you to get hurt. ”

It was true, the east end of Gotham reminded him a lot of the ghetto in Harlem where he spent much of his youth- and though the city isn't nearly as filthy as it was in the past largely due to his emergence it still had its problems and he would need to return.

He laughed as he proceeded to put his strong hands to work. He began caressing her shoulders with a mixture firm and soft." Nah it ain't the only reason--I mean...the orphans, junkies and robbers do remind me when I used to bang with the Rivals back in the day though. Guess it makes this place feel somewhat familiar and that's cool."

Rolling her gently to the right of her side, finger tips press into her back stroking her in circle motions. A palm tenderly pushes into her spine in soft circular motions." Damn babe you gotta chill with the stressing. You got knots like a shoe lace."

Perhaps he was pushing his luck a bit with staying another night, but he couldn't help how much fun he was having with her. Maybe that was a reason to pull back a bit. Cage wasn't the jealous type, but he didn't like the way Slam Bradley was looking at her the other night, and that meant he was feeling something beyond a lot of the cheap flings Carol Danvers accused him of that he partook in the past.

"Lay on your stomach, I'mma go get the massage oil from the bathroom."

When he fetched the oil and returned, he slowly dumped the expensive scented liquid on her back and proceeded to massage her at a much more hasty pace." Two minutes left so don't fall asleep." He joked. She did say ten minutes earlier.

"You tell me if my fingers as good as my mouth." He teased.

"Why you so worried 'bout someone finding me here anyway?" He asked, hands smeared with oil as he continued rubbing away at her neck, back and shoulders. In all honesty, he didn't mind not sleeping with her so early in their relationship. If it was meant to be it'd happen.

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OH GOD, WHY WOULD HE BRING UP BATMAN? briefly, her eyes opened, irritated with the mention—but it wasn't long before she softened again. his persistence, charismatic as it was, comforted her, not that she'd want to get used to it.

“ i guess we're the same in that regard... ” she lifted her head and stared at him, amused. “ is that why you like the east end? orphans running around, robbers on every corner, junkies everywhere? remind you of home? ”

for once, a smile curled her lips, before she caught herself. stay another night? as in, he'd be here when she returned again? her eyes darted toward the closet and back, brows furrowing. “ yeah, not a great idea, babe. tight leash or not, if someone traces you here, i'm as good as... ”

his arm wrapped around her, stunning her into silence. dead, she wanted to say, but her mind blanked. damn, without her gear, her shield, it was harder to keep up the seducer persona she'd mastered over the years. she still felt that urge to connect with someone and for a while, sex was the only way she knew how—but things were different now. she had control.

“ please, what you're packing is anything but cheap. too bad for you, i'm not giving it up that easy. ” guess he'd have to visit more. she was sort of shooting herself in the foot, but that the price to pay for good company, right? “ i'd kill for a back rub, though. are your fingers as good as your mouth? ”

Before he turned to his side, he captured her curious orbs exploring the large unwavering BULGE residing in his skin tight ebony underwear; the thickness, girth and length the common man dreamed of possessing was hardly the bulletproof man in his full glory. Truly he had a body and stature gods would covet and he was brash enough to flaunt it to their faces.

Cage gazed at her as if she jacked him for his 24 karat gold chain, eyes widened, brows arched to the ceiling." Do gooder reputation? The fuck? Baby, baby-- last time I checked I ain't Captain America or Batman, lil mama." He laughed out." Only reputation that concerns me is makin' some bread and keepin' my streets safe. Who I hang with is my business, you dig?"

The charismatic specimen had a way of emanating laughter from folks, it was part of his charm." I'm embarrassing you? Well you the one trippin' actin' like the Avengers own my dick." He shrugged. He truly gave zero damns about what the other heroes thought of him." On the real though- I ever tell how much I love this bed? Think imma stay another night." He teased.

A smile tugged the corner of his lips as she slid off her leggings, his manhood reacting to the blood warming his veins." That's right, sweet mama," he murmured.

Once she made it to the bed, he embraced her with his large arm securing her against his muscular chest.

"Ten minutes? Gordon got a lil night light for you too? Chill baby-- I got plenty of steak right here, it's cheaper too." He teased.

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“ come on, you didn't even try. i can't waste my diamond tips on that. ” with an exaggerated eyeroll, selina's arms crossed. “ plural, huh? damn, hero, i didn't know you were for the streets. guess that crosses you off my list. ” where was the sense of loyalty these days? “ keep your vanilla kinks. what are you even here for? if you want intel, you're not getting it for free. ”

❝ nothing creative, something something, somewhat dirty joke about bad kitties. ❞ shoulders shrug as he smiled. ❝ i usually keep my kinks between myself and my lovers. ❞

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WAS AUDACITY THIS MAN'S MIDDLE NAME? selina's lips pressed, drinking in his presence; large, in more places than one, muscular, a beautiful man he was—beautiful and dangerous. she recognized a frown on his face, as if he were oh so used to sleeping in her bed. didn't he feel wary? scared? nervous to be alone with her? she could've hurt him in his sleep or stole something from him. come to think of it, why hadn't she stolen anything? it didn't even cross her mind.

not good, not good at all.

his exclamation snatched her gaze, lips pressing against a bout of laughter. ugh, when was the last time a man genuinely made her laugh? “ because i'm not exactly good company to keep. hanging around me will ruin your do-gooder reputation for sure. ” and yet, when he outright asked to snuggle, she had to pause and recompose herself, a hand covering reddened cheeks.

“ cut it out, you're fucking embarrassing me. ” her racing heart didn't do her any favors, and for a few seconds, she weighed the consequences of obeying. luke was starting to get too close for comfort, worming his way in to a place he wasn't allowed, a place she made sure to keep locked up and put away.

“ . . .five minutes. ” any longer and the risk of addiction would sky rocket. she couldn't get attached; it would only become a hindrance. sliding out of her leggings because this was her bed and she could do whatever she wanted, selina climbed in next to him and pulled up the sheets. maybe she could turn off her mind for a bit. ever hesitant, she burrowed into his warm, broad chest and sighed.

“ ten minutes. ”

Cage being a high profile private investigator & bodyguard, had escapades that carried him all around the globe.

A case not so long ago landed him in Gotham city, where he was hired by an old friend (Jason Todd) to locate Holly Robinson who had gotten into some trouble with Killer Croc. It was then Luke met the infamous Catwoman & immediately gravitated towards her.

It was no secret Cage loved beautiful women, but what separated her from the many was her thrill-seeking, sassy, clever, independent & sophisticated style, it was an instant attraction to him. He respected her- and respect wasn't a trait the bulletproof man freely offered.

Heavenly and peacefully, a divine feeling did the beefy, sculpted, large and muscularly built man experience as he spread out on her mattress with half the sheet covering his near naked flesh. A frown washing over his face as he was snapped from his very.. interesting dream and cozy slumber.

"Sweet Christmas woman," Cage exclaimed as sat up and covered his crotch with the sheets." You know I don't be workin' for nobody so why you sweatin' a nigga?" He yawned stretching his arms.

"Sure...let's go in an hour- instead come lay down with me for some snuggles." He teased flirtatiously, though steak was now weighing heavy on his mind.

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"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i'm sorry if this is a bad time, but i need your help.

this is a matter of life and death.

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

i know you don't owe me a thing, but i'm desperate.

this is the last time i ask you for help. i promise.

please don't make me do this by myself.

you're the only one who knows how to do this.

all right, all right, i'm sorry! now will you help me?

i didn't know who else to turn to.

this was the last place i wanted to go.

you know what i'm dealing with. you have all the answers.

please. this is worse than i imagined and i need your help.

you promised them you'd help me.

can we put our feelings aside? i really need your help.

i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

i hate this just as much as you do.

i ran out of options.

i don't know how else to ask you.

you're the only person who will listen to me.

you've got to help me out with this.

this is my last chance.

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

i wouldn't come here for nothing.

you're the only person i can rely on.

i trust you to help me.

you helped them. why can't you help me? what makes me so different?

look. put our pasts aside and just help me, would you?

you're my last resort.

it all hangs in the balance.

this is do or die.

you promised me you'd help if it came down to it.

are you busy? i could use your help.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured

[ call out ] sender calls out to receiver to help them in a moment of grave danger

[ text ] sender texts receiver asking for them to swing by and save them from a bad or awkward situation

[ call ] sender calls receiver in a time of need

[ wait ] sender is waiting in receiver's house when they come home, there to plead their case and ask for receiver's help

[ find ] sender locates receiver after hours of searching and pleads for their help

[ shout ] sender shouts receiver's name, desperate for help

[ panic ] sender approaches receiver in a panic and tries to explain to them what's going on

[ hide ] sender hides behind receiver's body

[ stranger ] sender desperately asks receiver, a stranger, for help with something

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

[ refuse ] sender refuses to help receiver

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“ aw, i'd never scratch you up, lantern. ” her lips curled. “ unless. . .you're into that, of course. pray tell, what's the joke~? ”

"So, @blkcnt, how likely is it that a cat joke earns me the business end of those claws? Just for curiosity's sake."

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@propertyofseagate hissed, ❛  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ❜

WHEN SELINA AGREED to let luke crash at her place for the night, she didn't expect to find him still in her bed when she returned from her. . .excursions. she'd peeled out of her leather suit, hidden her bag of freshly acquired jewels in closet [ a temporary spot ], showered, and changed into the usual white tank top and leggings before leaning over him.

“ sun's up, cage. don't you have a business to run? ” just as before, selina kept an emotional distance, ignoring that peculiar urge to—well, there was no need to entertain any dangerous thoughts. after all, luke cage was a hero, a strong one at that, and they had no business getting mixed up. there were already too many good influences trying to creep into her life. too little, too late.

so, why was her mouth running on its own? “ or we could grab some food. there's a place i like down the block, a steakhouse, but they have pretty good breakfast, too. ”

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@mad-hunts  hissed, ❛ if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so. ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃, no, never that, but his snappy tone earned her full and immediate attention, eyes flitting up and down, sizing him up in case of an attack. selina couldn't help these natural defenses; this man was beyond insane, depraved, cold, and psychotic. his clinic reeked of death, and no matter how hard he may try, he carried the metallic scent of blood on his skin, his breath—it was embedded into his very being. he must've been nose blind, but it made her want to gag.

“ relax, you're the doctor here. i'm just a lowly runner. ”

but now, she was starting to regret agreeing to these underground errands, delivering organs to his creepy clients. he was lucky the cash was decent; one drop was enough to pay her rent for the next few months, no problem. she just didn't understand him. whenever the chance presented itself, selina studied this unorthodox physician, namely his gruesome mask. was it real? were the rumors true? her arms crossed, hesitant. may as well try to build rapport with her new boss, right?

“ so, uh. . .i heard human flesh kinda tastes like chicken. is that. . .is that right? ”

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@am4zon  hissed, ❛  this must be like the first time you were nice to me.  ❜

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑, as if the truth hit her with the force of an oncoming truck. what? sure, they'd met up a couple of times already and now she was comfortable enough to be seen without her gear, but whatever. it was fine when she didn't consciously think about the fact that diana was growing on her, but she wasn't about to sit here and admit it. [ ugh. ] but the proof was in the pudding as they say, and there was a reason why selina invited diana out to a casual bar near robinson park. it was far less dangerous than the ones she usually frequented to gather intel.

“ i don't know what you're talking about. i'm not being nice to you. ” and yet in the same breath, she placed a glass of ice water before the amazonian. “ drink that. it's hotter than satan's balls outside. ” meanwhile, she sipped on a cold beer and cleared her throat. “ anyway, i just wanted to know why you're hanging around a shit place like this. there's plenty of idiots who'd want a piece of you, ya' know. it's messed up here. ” green eyes slid away. “ not that. . .i'm worried for your safety or anything. ”

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃, distrust sharp in her stare. woman to woman? selina didn't like the sound of that. heroes were always trying to drag her into things, coaxing her toward the light as if she somehow belonged with them. honestly, the way wonder woman shined, beamed rather, annoyed her. it was nothing personal. she was everything, a beacon of justice, revered and adored, meanwhile, selina was not. she hailed from the trenches of a crime-infested alley, and a pout covered her lips. how the hell was she supposed to say no? “ . . .fine. so, what's on your mind, princess? finally tired of being around a bunch of men all the time? ”

the disdain on the catwoman's face is contrasted by the amusement tickling diana's face pink. she reels in the mirth long enough to clear her throat and put her hands on her hips. very official looking of her. “ i thought perhaps we could speak, woman to woman? ” honey is the flavor of her tone; a sweetness too sincere to blacken your teeth. “ no hero antics. you have my word. ” and the word of diana of themyscira is worth more than the thousands of ships that set sail for helen.

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 a cat curious. she eased closer, a mischievous glint in hazel eyes, studying, weighing the potential dangers of simply swiping them off his face. but, much to her concealed surprise, her gut warned against it, and her gaze briefly lowered to the barely perceptible quirk of his lips. “ oh, yeah? but how can i see your pretty eyes if they're covered? ” . . .and as if she'd been given an answer from the skies, her head cocked. was he like superman? “ are they. . .lasers? ”

      soft    ruby    coated    hues    only    stare    directly    through    lens,    barely  a  change  in  his  sombre  expression,    ❛    i  agree,  it  would  be  a  shame,    ❜    smallest  smirk  curled  the  corner  of  his  lips,    ❛    though,  i  really  wouldn't  recommend  it.    ❜

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@failedcrown hissed, ❛  what's your problem?!  ❜

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 on selina's nape rose under her fitted cowl, shoulders straightening with a sharp twist of her torso as she turned back. head cocked, a shadowed veil draped over her eyes, frigid. not once in her life had she taken kindly to being yelled at, scolded, reprimanded, anything of the sort. she didn't take it from those closest to her, and she surely wasn't about to start with some prissy looking hero. heels clacked as she stepped forward, claiming the space between them as if it were her birthright.

“ lower your voice when you speak to me, ” she said, chin lifted. “ before we have a real problem. ”

as it stood, selina had no gripes with this woman. how could she? besides looking like some wonder woman knock-off, the only thing she'd done was catch selina at the worst time imaginable. she had a bit of business to attend to, windows to unlock, million dollar paintings to steal without a trace, maybe a few jewels here and there. it was like an itch she couldn't scratch and after days of trying to stay low, she couldn't handle it anymore.

“ now for the last time, what do you want? i'm busy, if you couldn't tell. ”

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🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰.

❛  it was wrong of me to assume you're ever gonna change.  ❜ ❛  that's it? it was all just a lie?  ❜ ❛  shame on me for thinking you were a good person.  ❜ ❛  you're gonna pay for what you did to me.  ❜ ❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ ❛  believe me, you weren't my first choice either.  ❜ ❛  if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so.  ❜ ❛  do you think we're gonna survive this?  ❜ ❛  what's your problem?!  ❜ ❛  will you please slow down a little?  ❜ ❛  i can't believe you would do something like that.  ❜ ❛  did it mean anything to you?  ❜ ❛  i'm never gonna be good enough for you.  ❜ ❛  we were just fooling ourselves this whole time.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, i didn't know where else to go.  ❜ ❛  i don't want to argue with you anymore.  ❜ ❛  fine. you were right, and i was wrong. happy now?  ❜ ❛  this day feels like it's never gonna end.  ❜ ❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜ ❛  this must be like the first time you were nice to me.  ❜ ❛  out of all the people here, why do i have to be stuck with you?  ❜ ❛  do you want to go on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  honestly, i don't think i wanna leave the house today.  ❜ ❛  were you ever planning on telling me about all of this?  ❜ ❛  i wish i had another choice.  ❜ ❛  don't flatter yourself, a fifth-grader could've done this as well.  ❜ ❛  you're the most insufferable person i have ever met.  ❜ ❛  here, you look like you need this more than me right now.  ❜ ❛  oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game.  ❜ ❛  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ❜ ❛  alright, is there anything else we have to do before they arrive?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  i wish we had more time together.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to.  ❜ ❛  where are you taking me?  ❜ ❛  trust me, this is the last thing i want to do.  ❜ ❛  i need more time to think about what i want.  ❜ ❛  why didn't you say anything earlier? we could've avoided this whole mess.  ❜ ❛  i don't feel so good, i think i may be getting sick.  ❜ ❛  help me! please!  ❜

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portrayal notes because the ideas are already rolling in. will be expanding in future meta posts.

i know people don't vibe with the halle berry's catwoman, but i do, so my selina is going to be a mischievous, flirtatious, annoying little shit with too many cats in her apartment as well, aha.

i enjoyed her connection with the egyptian goddess of felines, bast, and i see enough reason to incorporate. can definitely imagine selina with a little jade figurine of this goddess in her bedroom. maybe even on her nightstand so she can look at it, hold it, feel it, every morning.

also enjoyed the symbolism of death and rebirth into a new being, the idea of actually having nine lives. since her mom died, i imagine selina putting on this suit as a way to escape death, to snatch that control she lost as a child and keep it close to her chest.

her apartment on the east end is her safe haven, ironic because it's doubly crime-infested. selina is for sure an insomniac and likely deals with a stress-disorder from her unhealed mother and father wounds.

diving into her childhood—the idea of living with a raging alcoholic could have a huge impact on selina. she hates sudden noises, yelling at her is the fastest way to trigger her fight instincts, and i can see why she would seek the attention of emotionally unavailable or even dangerous, life-threatening men because her brain would find it familiar. maybe even comforting.

her best friend is holly robinson, and holly knows selina is catwoman. if, for some reason, selina doesn't want to go home, she'll just go to holly's house, especially after a rough battle or a failed heist. something about selina dissociating in the bath with a bunch of cuts and bruises while holly bathes her? yesss.

jumping to another topic before i forget—at this point in time, selina has no idea that bruce wayne is batman. i'd go as far to say that she'd be pissed to discover that truth. she would rather think batman is like her, someone who grew up poor and is fighting a losing battle to keep gotham somewhat livable.

she also does not know about her relationship to carmine falcone. i think her brain would be in active denial, because to be falcone's daughter is the loss of her own individual identity.

whew. there's a lot to unpack here.